Thursday, August 28, 2008

67 =

Number of Ziploc bags I have amassed in my top desk drawer at work.

Proof of my undying commitment to the mantra "Reduce/Reuse/Recycle." Also proof of my undying commitment to the mantra "Don't do today what you can do tomorrow."

Tuesday, August 26, 2008

From Oly to Open

Olympics, shmolympics. Come on, people. Get a move on. No more lingering on those closing ceremonies. Give the Open its dues, please. The US Open, that is. How can you not give heed to this - even if he did lose today?

Oh, hey, Phau...

Thursday, August 21, 2008


There are only 2 options. Either I have inherited Kitt from Knight Rider, or my car is possessed by some malevolent spirit. Any way you look at it, my car has a brain of its own, and I sure don't like it. My car problems have been too uncanny to believe otherwise. Ever since I bought my car, I've had the exact same problem, on the exact same occasion every year. And it happens to be annoying that my car's spirit flares up at exactly this occasion every year, because it causes lots of hassle in my life.

This occasion I speak of is safety and emissions time. It's no pleasant time for anybody, but my car has an especially dark sense of humor. Without fail, every year, as I drive to the inspection station, my check engine light comes on. Every year. Now everybody knows that your car will automatically fail with that light on, but I've become defiant and try it anyway. When I get there, they of course tell me that it will fail, and reset the battery. You have to drive 50 miles after resetting the battery before they can test your car. All seems to go well until, inevitably, as the odometer rolls from 49 to 50, the light turns on again. As you might guess, it usually takes me months to finesse my car into cooperating with me. This year I sure was praying that it wouldn't happen. But, in a last-minute tussle, Kitt regained his senses and flipped on the check engine light as I drove to get my car inspected. It is quite disconcerting, and I am not exaggerating. If anybody has special talents in casting spirits out of cars, please do let me know.

Tuesday, August 19, 2008


So, I would say that the airport is one place where punctuality is pretty important. My question, then, is: Why such an utter lack of clocks in airports? In all my airport wanderings, I have only spied a few rare clocks. I just think it's strange, that's all.