I attempted to post this earlier in the day and just realized I created it as a page. Sure did mess up my navigation. Some Internet goodness from today:
Ah, the good ol’ days: http://betamaxmas.com/
via Snook
An entertaining 5 minutes showing what it is really like for men in the ‘doghouse.’
via Rob
It’s not a statement that many of you will find surprising. For some reason, I can’t get enough of New York City. I regularly read about it, follow people who live it, look at pictures both old and current of it, and even let my mind wander far too often about daily living and how it happens there.
Many of the shows I’ve watched regularly over the years on television are based in or around the great city. The Cosby Show, Seinfeld, Friends and Mad Men come to mind. Whether its 2008 or 1940, I enjoy consuming it all. The subway, skyscrapers, Central Park, Lady Liberty, Broadway and the list could easily go on. As it gets closer to the holidays my thoughts turn even more towards ‘the greatest city in the world.’
Sad thing is, I’m not sure I could make it there.
Some of you know that it was on our short list for a while before we moved to our current large metropolis. We had a place to stay lined up, but no jobs to justify selling most of what we owned and moving cross country. The cost of living is astronomical. My values in life hardly line up with the mass majority. The idea of raising a family there is foreign to me (though it is done by millions every day). I’m almost positive I wouldn’t be able to do what I do here, there. But it doesn’t stop me from dreaming.
I suppose if there was an endless supply of money in our account, we would own a place in NYC. Manhattan, to be exact. But since there is no endless supply – and there isn’t a voice inside me that is confident enough to think I could make it there the old fashioned way – I settle for impressive works like the following shots from Paul Goldberger. Images of locations revisited around the city in 2008 that he took pictures of 30 years prior for a city guidebook. The pictures are decent but the presentation of them really sets them off.
http://topics.nytimes.com/top/news/newyorkandregion/series/then-now/index.html
A couple of my favorites: corner of 59th and 5th Ave, the Hudson River shoreline and of course the identical towers that once stood tall.
Without a doubt, ’tis the greatest city I’ve ever visited.
Just scored free coffee from @starbucks for voting. I know that doesn’t sound like much since the entire nation was offered the same opportunity but I actually acquired a decaf Mocha for myself and a Pumpkin Spice Latte for my lady. I tipped the barista nicely and promised a return visit.
Decided to skip out on the free tattoo removal and other voting perks.
Note: If you haven’t read my rant on domain squatters, you might want to catch up
Argument reasons FOR me being a domain squatter:
Reasons AGAINST:
Your thoughts? Am I a domain squatter or was this a legitimate business transaction?
Also worth following up on, I contacted the person in previous domain squatting post about acquiring said domain and it is not for sale. I suppose that releases him from the lowly level that he was thought of as a domain squatter but it doesn’t release him from the fact that I’d still rather place blame on him than myself. It’s the American way.
Now go vote.
EDIT: It should be noted that the business in question is no longer doing business. The owner passed away over a year ago and I decided against running them out for sale right after the fact. It should also be noted that I am thankful that both Texas and Virginia decided they needed towns named Roanoke. Anyone doing business outside of a town of the same name wouldn’t have had much use for them.
While he didn’t do anything out of the ordinary, LeBron helped his Cleveland Cavaliers team run the Mavericks record to 1-2 tonight. Fortunately for me, Bill/Heath were kind enough to let me tag along to watch the Mavs play some pretty bad basketball. It’s gonna be a long season.
Thanks also to my sister-in-law for taking C duties for a couple hours this evening so I could make the trip. I gave Dirk your phone number.
Just a couple shots from my very underwhelming camera phone. I’m pretty positive at this point that I could draw a better picture than what it takes.
I’d also like to take a moment to share my theory on grown men wearing sports jerseys. They shouldn’t. Theory over. Need proof?
Previous to tonight, I’d never seen a hairy jersey. I’m headed now to wash my eyes out with Lava soap.