Beauty is truth’s smile when she beholds her own face in a perfect mirror.
Beauty is truth’s smile when she beholds her own face in a perfect mirror.
Ayperi Alekseeva, from Kyrgyzstan, had spent years picking up hair from the carpet and eating it. She also chewed the tips of her hair.
When she finally sought medical help, doctors pulled out a hairball weighing almost 9lb. story
i don’t want to post a picture of the actual hairball on my blog so that i won’t risk seeing it again, but for the curious, you can view it here: 9lb hairball
instead, i offer you a picture of the chia pod i followed through th lincoln tunnel the other day . . . .
If you do not change direction, you may end up where you are heading.
~ Lao Tzu
Faith is the bird that feels the light when the dawn is still dark.
~ Rabindranath Tagore
The White House’s new security plan: Lock the front door
every time i see a headline like this i wish i worked at the new york post. it has to be fun . . . . seriously though, if the peeps in dc need some high level security tips, i suggest they just spend the week in nyc during the general assembly – which happens to be this week.
i’ve been out sniper seeking with my zoom lens since saturday and haven’t seen 1 sniper. these guys are good.
i’m not sure what the mission of these people is, but they are scattered about the sidewalks near the united nations building. they look like they have bombs strapped all over themselves and i have to believe this would effectively keep people from trying to break in to the white house.
they do not like having their pictures taken either.
another effective tactic used by the diplomats to keep people away, is extreme noise. i’m sure they do it on purpose so it must have something to do with their country’s security operations. wherever a foreign diplomat decides to go, he is preceded by and followed by, an entourage of black suburbans with lights flashing and very loud sirens. this goes on all day long. entourages en route to the u.n. for morning meetings, entourages at lunchtime, entourages escorting their diplomat back to the hotel after daily sessions, and entourages chauffeuring diplomats all around town for dinner and nightly entertainment – all with excruciatingly loud sirens. i believe the strategy here is simple sleep deprivation. i know because i live just 3 blocks up first avenue from the united nations and i am just too tired to consider jumping the fence and breaking in the front door.
during the week of the general assembly there is no parking either. every street in the neighborhood is lined with signs like this:
if you live between 40th and 55th streets from the east river over to third avenue, you may not be able to go home if there happens to be a diplomat having a meeting, a meal or a cocktail on your street. on each corner are stationed between 6 – 12 very young rookie cops, whose mission it is to question people to death and check i.d.’s before letting them step foot onto their own block to go home after a long day at work. i’ve noticed that if you are 20 something, female and beautiful, the young rookie cops will hold you up for twice the amount of time than they detain others. just an observation that probably has nothing to do with security.
I am thankful the most important key in history was invented. It’s not the key to your house, your car, your boat, your safety deposit box, your bike lock or your private community. It’s the key to order, sanity, and peace of mind. The key is ‘Delete.’
~ Elayne Boosler
Pay close attention to each scene
Colgate has created a very ingenious advertising campaign to promote their dental floss.
But … Before I explain to you the main detail of these images, I shall let you observe them on your own.
All right ………. Now that you’ve had time to quietly observe the images .
* in the first photograph, you might have noticed that the lady has one finger too many on her left hand,
The campaign attained its purpose.
It proved that food debris on your teeth draws more attention than any physical defect does.
although i wish i could take credit for this, it is one of those chain e-mails circulating around the universe that’s just too interesting not to share!
When you pay attention to boredom it gets unbelievably interesting.
~ Jon Kabat-Zinn
there is something about 9/11 that can only be known by the people who experienced it in nyc. it’s a bond between new yorkers that did not exist before 2001. it was a day that has lasted for 13 years. it was a day filled with more fear than anyone could have imagined they would survive. god bless the ones who didn’t. god bless their families. god bless all of america’s heroes who rushed in to help. it was a day where the people in this city saw more acts of kindness and heroism than one would expect to see in an entire lifetime.
god bless us all in this world.
“Lord, take me where you want me to go, let me meet who you want me to meet, tell me what you want me to say, and keep me out of your way.”
this the feeling i’m going for today.
just f.y.i. . . .
“It is the supreme art of the teacher to awaken joy in creative expression and knowledge.”
~ Albert Einstein
may all be happy
3 stretch limos waited outside, 2 already occupied by joan’s two assistants and some family members who preceded melisa and cooper. shortly after 10:30 am, melissa & cooper left joan’s home at 1 east 62nd street.
a beautiful display of flowers and tributes covered half of the entrance to the building.
i arrived at temple emanu el before the limos and if it were not for the m-1 city buses interrupting the view from the press camp located all the way across the avenue, i would have been able to show you more pictures. how did they not close 5th avenue?? this was joan rivers’ funeral! of course, the peeps from nbc, cbs, cnn, people magazine, ect… had anticipated this and came armed with ladders. i spent 2 hours looking for tiny spaces in between ladder rungs, tripods and body parts trying to secure spot large enough to fit my lens through. lesson learned.
all of the news media peeps were in crews. there were reporters, camera peeps, videographers and the assistants uploading live feed onto their computers. by now you’ve no doubt already seen the celebrity arrivals in pictures splashed all over the news so i won’t bore you with mine, but i will tell you about the parts of the ceremony that the big outlets didn’t dwell on.
the lane of roadway closest to the temple was reserved for cars and limos dropping off guests – most had drivers. then there was the person who pulled up in a beautiful light green maybach. i couldn’t see who it was as the view was obstructed by a double decker tourist bus filled with people taking pictures of the crowds and people in the press pit. it was pretty comical as they focused on the press camp and never thought to look across the street where all the celebrities were wandering about. back to the maybach. apparently the guest who arrived in the maybach drove himself. he must be used to having a driver as he forgot to take his keys when he exited his car. for the following 30 minutes or so, the maybach blocked the entrance to the to the temple so the following guests had to get out of their cars up the block and walk to the entrance. It took about 8 cops and two tow trucks, further obstructing my view, to jimmy the locks on the maybach and drive it away.
just one hour after the service began, the front doors to the temple opened and out poured well over a dozen bag-pipers. for this, they closed fifth avenue and i was grateful for the unobstructed views – until the bagpipers lined up directly in front to me.
they played as melissa and cooper got into the their limo.
all the other guests followed melissa out of the temple and waited for their drivers to arrive with their car.
then – the second most amazing thing happened. a cop moved the barrier and allowed the press to cross the street. aproximately 3 seconds later, i was standing in the middle of a crowd of people that included whoopie goldberg, matthew broderick, charlie rose, barbara walters, kathy lee, and all the rest. i wasn’t exactly sure what to do so i stood back and thought i would observe the pros from abc, nbc, cbs, ect., and then just do what they did. each ‘team’ sent a reporter to a celeb and asked some questions while the camera person filmed and a third person uploaded the story for ‘live coverage.’ i did not have a crew. should i just walk up to geraldo or kelly osbourne and start asking questions? before i had time to answer my own question, matthew broderick walked by and i concentrated solely on the photo op.
i knew sara jessica parker couldn’t be far behind so i stood still and scanned the crowd until i saw her heading my way. she was just several feet away from me when the first most amazing thing happened – – my camera died! it just stopped. i tried to remain cool while i frantically turned my camera on and off several dozen times; dug through my bag for the spare and changed the battery; dug through my bag again for the second spare and loaded that battery; changed the settings . . . . and everything else i could think of. . . . .
i finally came to understand it was simply my electronic disorder rearing it’s ugly head at the worst possible time, and tried not to cry. then i went home.
here are some of the shots i managed to get prior to the death of my most favorite possession . . . .
rest easy, joan – i hope the celebration was everything you wished for.
“I succeeded by saying what everyone else is thinking.”
~ Joan Rivers
(Re-post from 2009)
One of the coolest things about living in the city is that you never know what or who you will see each time you leave home. I just returned from taking Ivan for a spin around the block, last pee for the evening. I was in a funky mood and found myself ruminating on my single-ness. I hate when I allow myself to get this way, but this is the way I was tonight. As I walked south on First Avenue from 74th towards 73rd Street, I noticed a cute young couple gaily walking toward me with a very adorable puggle. People with dogs always notice people with dogs. It’s not unusual for dog owners to stop and chat with each other. I’m pretty sure that’s the reason most single people in NY have dogs to begin with. It’s an excuse to be able to talk to people you don’t know. I was not in the mood to talk to a happy couple.
Campagnolas Italian Restaurant is in the middle of the block between 73rd and 74th Streets. Outside the restaurant sits a bench for people dining in Campagnola’s to use while they smoke or wait for their table. There were several people sitting on the bench. As we walked toward each other, the “love birds with puggle,” neared the bench. The folks on the bench called the dog over and began to play the pooch. The puppy owners began to laugh hysterically. The folks on the bench were puggle-petting and laughing. Everyone was just so happy. Except me. As I passed by, naturally I looked at the people, all reveling in laughter, playing with the cute pup. Sitting on the bench was Robin Williams petting the puggle! Dam it, if I had walked just 15 seconds faster it could have been Ivan.
I consoled myself with a frozen yogurt from tasti-delite and reminded Ivan that he had in the past been pet by both Paul McCartney and Brook Shields.
you made everyone laugh so hard – what a good job you did here. you will be so missed. rest easy, robin williams.
You know what music is? God’s little reminder that there’s something else besides us in this universe; harmonic connection between all living beings, every where, even the stars.
~ Robin Williams
in nyc you’ll find people of all colors, shapes & sizes – animals too. since most residents ‘weekend out east‘, on sunday, i hung out with this guy in central park.
“Life was never meant to be a struggle, just a gentle progression from one point to another, much like walking through a valley on a sunny day.”
~ Stewart Wilde
i want to meet the person who created this. i know we could be good friends. . . . .
When it is obvious that the goals cannot be reached, don’t adjust the goals, adjust the action steps.
A 3-year-old girl who was pronounced dead after a fever woke up a day later — in a coffin, during her funeral . . . . the toddler was taken to a local hospital on Friday after suffering a severe fever.
“During that time, the attending clinic personnel and physician confirmed that the young patient had no more pulse and was clinically dead last Saturday morning about 9 a.m.,” Teelan said. The grave error was only discovered when a funeral attendee removed the cover of the girl’s coffin and saw her head move . . . . .
The family is seeking treatment at a better-equipped hospital.
. . . . well now there’s an idea worth investigating.
“Man cannot live by incompetence alone.”
~ Charlotte Whitton
in the event you were planning a vacation to the city, you may want to re-think your travel plans – or at least stay on top of this story from the post . . . . .
Help, my giant poisonous spider is missing — and she’s pregnant!
A hairy Mexican red rump tarantula named Penelope is on the loose in Park Slope. . . . “She’s mostly active at night and she tends to hide in dark corners,” . . . On the sign, the pet owner asks whoever finds her to put her in a “tupperware bowl” with holes, so she can breathe.
When you seek it, you cannot find it.
~ Zen Proverb
what do you think are the chances of hitting a hole in one?
according to golf digest, it’s one in 12,500 – which is precisely why i don’t golf. i will never understand why people think it’s so much fun to hit a ball around the grass to get it into a hole that it would take 12,500 swings, to actually achieve 100% success, just one time. . . . but people do love it – and my mom is one of those people – and today she got a hole in one!
here she is; the hole-in-one winner:
and because this is not her first hole-in-one, she is eligible for the multiple hole-in-one winner gold star award!
“It took me seventeen years to get three thousand hits in baseball. I did it in one afternoon on the golf course.”
~ Hank Aaron
last night i was on the phone with a friend when a call from an 800 number beeped in. assuming it was a telemarketer i ignored the call. earlier today, i realized that i had a message from the 800# call last night. it was katelin from ticketmaster. she wanted to verify that i had authorized a $967.80 debit card charge for tickets to the miami heat / nets game last evening.
the first question that came to mind was, is that baseball or basketball? the next thought i had was, why would i authorize a charge for $967.80 when i had less than $500 in my bank account?
i now have negative $457.
No one saves us but ourselves. No one can and no one may. We ourselves must walk the path.
a day, a week, a month ~ it can seem like forever ~ almost never ending, and it can seem like just yesterday ~ both perceptions happening simultaneously.
how does that work?
“Time moves in one direction, memory in another.”
~ William Gibson
just a few weeks ago i told you the story of joe, the 96 year old man who got sick after eating his birthday cake which had a rat baked right into it. i will try to limit the number of disturbing posts like that, but i will need a little help from the food industry . . . .
today, the ny post reported the story of robin. robin ordered a salad for lunch from guy & gallard on west 40th street. in her own words, here’s what she got in her salad:
“It was the craziest thing,” she said. “After a few bites, I look down at my fork, and think, ‘Oh, is that a piece of asparagus?’And then I saw that it had eyes, and an arm.”
the post reported,
Sandusky repackaged the head with the salad and sent it back to the deli, which promptly gave her a refund.
it’s good to know she got her money back.
i’ve spent the day wondering if she simply saw the lizard, or actually stabbed it with her fork.
“Remain calm, serene, always in command of yourself. You will then find out how easy it is to get along.”
~ Paramahansa Yogananda
just like every day, i checked my phone for the temperature outside before taking ivan out for his morning stroll. it said 64 degrees. the sun was pouring in my windows. 64 & sunny . . . . it’s going to be a great day!
completely under dressed for the actual 46 degree temp outside, i arrived home a bit chilly and totally confused. i checked my phone again. 64 degrees. at first i wondered if my phone had picked up on the industrial strength warm weather thoughts i had been having for so long and was just trying to make me happy.
then i noticed that the time under the weather was displayed as 7:31 pm, rather than am, and i chalked the whole thing up to the power of my electronic disorder.
“The use of the will as the projector of mentative currents is the real base of all mental magic.”
~ William Walker Atkinson
it’s already after 3:30 in the afternoon and i’ve done nothing else but try to get some information on health insurance so far today. i have none. this is why:
You are now chatting with Shawn. Welcome to eHealthInsurance’s live chat service. How can I help you today?
laurie: Hi, It says the full brochure for plan summary is not available online – can I get one mailed to me?
laurie: this is the plan I am interested in: Empire Essential Guided Access (cbjw) $427.33/mo
laurie: Are you there?
laurie: This is a great service you offer – this live chat thing . . . .
laurie: Did you die?
Shawn: Thank you for holding…
laurie: Im not holding. I will call a real company. It was a simple question.
Shawn: in this case, you may expedite your research by calling us at 877-731-3655 and let our licensed representatives look into that for you
Shawn: I apologize, a Chat Operator cannot discuss benefits through Chat.
a few of the many questions that arise for me include;
why does shawn have a job and i do not?
what exactly is shawn’s job?
supposedly he’s a customer service rep for e-health, yet he is unable to discuss health benefits through chat?
he’s an e-health customer service representative who’s function is to refer me to a real representative?
have i gone insane?
“Our fatigue is often caused not by work, but by worry, frustration and resentment.”
~ Dale Carnegie
this is joe:
and this is his story as reported by the ny post:
Joseph Vallenti celebrated his 96th birthday with a big slice of his favorite apple strudel cake, but there was one filling he didn’t count on — a rat.
“Something isn’t right,” family members recall the Commack man saying after tucking into the store-baked “Signature Series” cake from King Kullen supermarket.
Vallenti fell ill with stomach pains and diarrhea. So Neil Gold, who is dating Vallenti’s niece and lives with the victim, investigated the remaining cake — and allegedly found a five-inch-long rat’s tail still attached to the rodent’s hindquarters.
“I saw . . . something sticking out,” Gold said Friday after bringing the allegedly infested strudel to the law offices of his friend, attorney Ed Yule.
“I flipped it over and saw the whole tail bleeding into the cake.”
i am truly at a loss for words.
“Some days there won’t be a song in your heart. Sing anyway.”
~ Emory Austin