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Information booth
June 23, 2003 + Posted to Quite Keen
I have, in my years living in New York, turned into a true New Yorker, to the extent that I look and act the part when out of doors. Something about the way I traverse the city—purposeful, distanced look in the eye, fast gait, a tendency to read the newspaper even while walking—flags me as a local. As a result, I get asked a lot of questions.

Summertime in Union Square brings out the visitors, and I have found myself giving directions more and more often. Often, I am walking my dog when I am stopped, which makes sense. On occasion I will be out solo and someone will just look at me and ask me to help find their destination. I am always happy to oblige.

But I was taken completely by surprise last week. Crossing Park Avenue South mid-block in traffic, a man in a Toyota called out from his car. It didn't register that he was looking for me until he called out a second time. I doubled back to the driver's window from the front bumper.

Me: "Yeah?"

Him: "Do you know where the Toys 'R' Us is?"

Me, businesslike and without hesitation: "Next block up on the right."

Him, unfazed: "Thanks, man."

I made it across the street before the light turned. He took off, presumably to find a parking spot.

Jaywalker as information kiosk. Who knew?


Life with a dog
June 23, 2003 + Posted to Quite Keen
Charley is sitting on the sofa while I work next to him on the computer. He is chomping away contentedly on a hard, hollow bone.

At one point, the bone clatters to the floor and slides under the coffee table. The pooch puts his head on his hands, stares at the bone, and whines a little. Whether he dropped it on purpose to get my attention or it just fell off the cushion remains a mystery.

Sometimes I let him deal with these issues on his own. Today I come to his rescue.

"What is it, pup?" I ask him (I always talk to him, like an old lady with a cat instead of a husband, never mind that I have a fiancee who's a good listener), kneeling down on the floor in front of him.

Charley looks up at me, gives me a happy lick on the chin, then furrows his brow—dogs furrow their brows; it's what makes them more aw-shucks lovable than cats—and stares back at his bone.

"You want your bone back? Gimme another kiss and you can have it." Smart dog that he is, Charley licks me on the nose. I pick up the bone and toss it on the sofa to his left, expecting him to pounce on it and get back to his fun.

Instead, Charley looks back at me and gives me two big licks on the cheek, as if to say thanks. Then he happily goes back to his chewing.

No number of early and late walks in the rain is too many for such simple affection.


Redundancy
June 20, 2003 +
Let's skip the flowery prose on this one. The Economist Group made me redundant last week. I haven't signed the official severance papers yet, but I haven't worked for them since, either.

As a result, a talented, bright, experienced, devastatingly handsome, and surprisingly humble content delivery specialist is now available and looking for full-time employment. Do spread the word.


Must be one terrible movie
June 11, 2003 +
"[Vincent] Gallo has put the heebie-jeebie on my colon and prostate. I am not too worried. I had a colonoscopy once, and they let me watch it on TV. It was more entertaining than 'The Brown Bunny'."

čRoger Ebert, putting a stamp on the Ebert-Gallo tiff regarding Gallo's new movie


No end to Apple's sensibility
June 10, 2003 +
According to this report, Apple is wisely (and perhaps proudly) submitting iTunes sales data to SoundScan, giving an added burst of legitimacy to its numbers.

When I was younger I used to consider buying some of my CDs intentionally at larger stores where sales were being reported to SoundScan. Let my indie voice be heard! So I'm spending my $15 at Sam Goody—at least the world will know I'm buying the new Odds record. BBC Records will understand.

SoundScan has been tracking online music sales for a while, so this news isn't a big stretch. But it is good news.


Home pages
June 10, 2003 +
I updated my home page today (mainly to refine the self-aggrandation now that my three-pronged weblog is back to one) and rediscovered my home page archives. I have faithfully saved my index files dating back to 1999, archiving a page the last day before a change. Take a look:

October 1999
January 2000
May 2000
September 2000
from when I switched servers (11/00? no date listed)
December 2000
January 2001
January 17, 2001
February 2001
August 2001
August 2001 to June 2002
June 2002 new
February 2003
March 2003


For future reference
June 9, 2003 +
New York's Hunk-O-Mania on West 52nd Street is not the same place as Hunkmania on West 14th Street.


Re-read
June 4, 2003 +
The presenter is creating a work and sharing it free of charge—therefore it is not a for-profit situation. ...

Sites that request donations expect their readerships to view their sites the way computer users regard shareware: If you like it, pay us a few bucks, which will encourage us to keep up the good work. But content isn't the same as software; it is usually a diversion, not a utility, which alters its worth.
When you make me pay, I'll pay, May 23, 2002


Colts Neck
June 2, 2003 + Posted to Quite Keen
In which the author tries in vain to brave the elements in waterproof pants.
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