Archive | January, 2010

Waterworks

25 Jan

I live in a building that dates back to the late 1800s. As a result, my condo fees are sky-high, and there’s always some form of “routine maintenance” in progress to keep our systems operational. I love the charm and character of an older building, so I’m generally a good sport about the inconvenience of it. Even so, there are some times when it sends my day into a tailspin.

Case in point: This morning I decided to work from home since my flight to Boston departed mid-day… easier to just head straight to the airport rather than stopping by the office. I also decided to indulge and lazily work from bed up until the minute I had to hit the shower and leave for the airport. As I made these decisions at 7am, it did not cross my mind that our building was slated for servicing today.

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New Words: A Ron Jeremy Segment

25 Jan

A Ron Jeremy Segment: When a television news show (like 60 Minutes, Sunday Morning or Dateline) ostensibly honors a deceased colleague but in reality uses the opportunity for promotion of the show itself.

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Where have the years gone?

24 Jan

Last night I went to my friend Seth’s house to celebrate his 38th birthday. It’s rare that I feel old, but I was struck by how much has changed in the last twelve years since I met Seth.

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Mother Knows Best

22 Jan

Anyone who knows my mom knows there are two words that would never describe her: modest is one, sensitive is the other.

I could fill novels – and might – with stories of how these two anti-traits manifested throughout my childhood. In the interest of time, I’ll share a recent example that may serve as shorthand for both her sense of humor and her lack of sensitivity.

If you read my previous post, you know I can be pretty obsessed by the threat of bugs. I’m not exaggerating when I say that my parents were deluged by emails from me this week on the topic. I provided them with a blow-by-blow report of my bites, my mental process and my anticipated attack plan from the road.

My dad wrote back with advice on diagnosing the problem and links to helpful articles. My mom responded with the following one-liner:

I think you got them from Alan… mom

Awesome. Just remember that I come by it honestly.

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Night, night, sleep tight…

21 Jan

Last night, within five minutes of walking into my apartment building after landing on a flight from Chicago, I was standing in the building’s stairwell, stripped naked with my clothes in a pile. Ten minutes later, my mattress was turned on end and my bedding was on the floor.

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