Ironing is enjoyable for some odd reason. Kind of a stress-busting exercise. With one of these robots, I could make quick work of the awful chore of folding, though. Found this cool video on Boing Boing.
I feel dirty just posting this clip, but it's to make a point. What a conniving, smug little weasel that Jay Leno has turned out to be. Rather than a commercial that's actually funny, he and the great NBC minds instead chose to churn out this nose-thumbing ad. Oh wait, that's right. Jay Leno isn't actually funny, so what else could they do?
Having grown up watching Johnny Carson, I cannot help feeling sick at what NBC is doing to the Tonight Show right now. Jay Leno should think through his actions carefully. Does he really want this mess to be his legacy? Does he want to be remembered as the Tonight Show host who would not go away? I can't imagine that his ratings could pop back after this scenario plays out. Who on earth would want to replace him the next time he retires?
REO played many street dances on the Indiana State University campus when I was there back in the '70s. Oddly enough, on our way to Terre Haute this week, a couple stations were playing REO and made me think of this great song.
While I'm sitting here watching bubble lights, Santa is scrambling to get everything ready for tomorrow's big trip around the globe. Use the official NORAD Santa Tracker to follow his every move. In something like 4 hours, 31 minutes and 47 seconds, the tracker springs to life with real-time action featuring Google Earth radar and live Santa cams.
When NORAD shows Santa in the vicinity of your town, be sure to watch the skies! One Christmas in Terre Haute, my sister, Cleeta, saw Santa's sleigh up above the treetops on our street. And that's a true story.
This little penguin came from Goodwill in Newport, KY. He was mixed in with a batch of plastic deer and snowmen, sealed in a baggie and priced at about two bucks. Did I mention that Goodwill was having a half-off sale when I was there?
Oh, how I loved the James Bond movies back in the day, when Sean Connery filled the big screen with his smooth, manly moves. One of the most memorable 007 scenes occurred in The Elrod House, which hit the market last week with a $13,890,000 price tag. Remember the epic battle between James, Bambi and Thumper in 1971's Diamonds are Forever? If I win the Powerball jackpot in the near future, this place will be my Palm Springs getaway.
Let's review. Blowfeld held Wilfred Whyte (Jimmy Dean) in the compound, James arrived, got bounced around by the girls, and came out on top, as usual, wrestling them into submission in the infinity pool. But the real star of the scene is the house.
Pretty out there for the early '70s, this home has held its place as a timeless example of organic, modernist architecture. The circular living area, built around existing boulders and rock outcroppings, frames breathtaking, panoramic views. Early on, Lautner was associated with Frank Lloyd Wright and at least some of that influence shows in the structure as it extends and integrates into its natural surroundings. I grew up with and love the modern, atomic look, but this house does not fit into that genre. Not at all. It occupies a space all its own in architectural significance. Find more info and pics at Palm Springs Life.
"Society equates living in a permanent structure, even if it's a shack, with having value as a person." Becky Blanton shares insight into how she fell into homelessness and depression, eventually finding help and hope along the way.
I spotted this church from my 48th fl. hotel room, so I took a walk and found it just a couple blocks from Times Square. The front door was propped open, with people sitting inside.
Times Square was packed with people, of course. I discovered something interesting during the ride from the airport. People were practically sprinting out of office buildings and heading right down the middle of the streets. Not on the sidewalks, but right smack in the streets. I asked the driver if that was always the pattern and he said yes, that people will do anything and everything to make their way quickly to the trains. Traffic just comes to a halt when this sea of humanity starts moving.
The H1N1 flu is all over the place, so I'm going through buckets of alcohol-based hand sanitizer, coughing into my elbow and punching the elevator button with anything except my bare-skinned fingers. So far, it's working. Now, if I could only get a flu shot or if I'm lucky, both flu shots ... but the supply of vaccine has so far not made it to my locale, at least for the general public.
How am I going to be able to keep posting my songs of the week when the YouTube deputies keep taking down the video? Why does the music industry insist on irritating their most loyal customers? Wouldn't posting Since I've Been Loving You possibly make you want to go purchase Led Zep III? I DO spend $ on music ... all the time. At least let us have an online listen. I'm only linking, not downloading!
And while I'm on a rant, was that Sly from Sly and the Family Stone I saw on a cooking show the other day? The Food Network or something? I almost fell off the sofa. That's just not right.
What you are about to see is a lot scarier than Paranormal Activity. Chuck's company, which shall remain nameless, hosted a Halloween costume party today. Thankfully, they don't normally welcome clients into this particular office because anyone in the vicinity today would have turned and scrambled out the door as fast as possible. Chuck got a wig and raided a few of my things (don't ask)for his outfit. I think he looks like Tootsie's grandma.
I have trouble with Post-It notes. My handwriting is big ... huge, in fact. Can't help it. Regular, square-shaped Post-Its just don't accommodate my giant words. And when I brainstorm, I use oversized sketchpads to hold all my scribbles, diagrams and musings. In fact, I have a big sketchpad sticking out of my briefcase right now with page after page of work-related notes, mostly scribbled during conference calls.
Imagine how cool it would be to be able to use an entire wall for ideas, notes and diagrams. Now, this is an exciting possibility and it's available through a company called IdeaPaint. I don't know how well this works, but in the video, they make it look easy to literally transform an entire wall into a dry erase board. My second question is how hard it is to go backward and make the wall "normal" again, so as to be able to sell your house at a later date, for instance.
When my boys were little, we had a corner of the basement all fixed up like a classroom and they loved playing school. IdeaPaint would have been so cool! I've seen "paint" for creating chalkboards, as well. Wonder how well this stuff works.
Tellman Knudson is on his way to running across the U.S. barefoot and at this moment, he's somewhere in Pennsylvania. Here he is with Sir Richard Branson, talking about this bold effort (associated with Virgin Unite) that's on track to raise $100 million to combat teenage homelessness. Over the years, I've known quite a few teenagers who were on their own at an early age, many of whom just had the bad luck to be born to wacky and/or unfit parents. Yes, some kids can be a handful, too. But turning them out on the streets? When you get down to it, teenage homelessness can occur for a myriad of reasons but always, always results in pain.
Apparently Tellman had a difficult childhood and now he's determined to lend a helping hand to homeless kids and Richard Branson's putting his considerable clout behind him. Take a look at Run Tellman Run for the scoop on this worthy effort. You can donate, arrange to run alongside Tellman, read his very interesting and insightful blog, and track his progress on the 99-day NY-to-LA trek. Barefoot! Don't step on any glass or sharp rocks, Tellman. And if the Amish won't wave back, heck with them. I'll be looking for you as you zip through Chicago in the upcoming weeks.
Some of the best books ever written have been slapped with a ban or challenge somewhere along the way. In junior high, I had to present a signed parent's permission slip to be allowed to read The Catcher in the Rye. As I recall, there's a cuss word near the last page ... horror! And To Kill a Mockingbird? Great, great book. It was banned at some point, as well.
We once had a little black wiener dog named Joey who came from the shelter in Cincinnati, located on Colerain Av. at the time. He was a lively, great guy who loved to jump into the drawer of the file cabinet, explore the woods on a daily basis and spend time in every bed in the house each night. He absolutely hated the mailman and anyone else who dared to walk past our driveway. Joey lived to be something like 17+ and he was a real sweetheart.
Here are some racing wieners, possibly some of Joey's distant cousins, competing in a "run" in Cincinnati. (It must be kind of hard to run with a bun on your back.)