A friend who works at a film editing studio here in Chicago has a funny show. Short episodes. Found on YouTube. It’s called “Funemployed,” and you should check it out. Here’s the link: http://www.youtube.com/user/FunemployedChicago
This morning, I took a ride to work. It was on my orange ‘07 Trek.
Around the intersection of Kinzie and Clark, a dyslexic retarded girl driving a BMW X5 suddenly veered into my bike lane with no warning. Immediately, my opinion of the car dropped a bit: there are numerous problems that this might indicate. Faulty wiring? Poor signal toggle placement? A confusing user’s manual that doesn’t explain this feature well? Or is it just that turn signals are a luxury extra that doesn’t come standard? Any of them lead down the same road: me unimpressed.
Filed under: writing | Tags: Anderson Cooper, Kelly Ripa, kids I'd like to punch
Ignoring for a moment the fact that I actually left the TV on long enough for “Live! with Regis and Kelly” to come on, this morning I was actually presented with a pleasant surprise. Mr. Anderson Cooper of CNN broadcasting fame was taking the reins for Regis (“Reg”).
I think not.
Sure, it’s a word that’s been on the tongue of every news source from every media outlet for the past few months, but I put forth a different hypothesis: I think the recession has largely been a media creation meant to distract us from something bigger at play. In the last month, several friends my age have been courted by numerous companies each–companies itching for some young talent. Yes, each of these friends have been very good at what they do. But for it to happen so suddenly and so often in light of an economic situation that daily makes the front page?
Filed under: photography | Tags: absolutely none, don't even think about it, No hooting
This weekend we went on an African safari. We saw just about everything you can imagine, but the guide told me there were no sharks on the savanna. Nice try, Beach Boys. On the upside, here’s a sweet rhino with her baby:
Filed under: writing
I never thought I’d ever visit South Africa, least of all when I was falling asleep during “The Power of One” with Morgan Freeman in Ms. Gregg’s 7th grade English class. Driving around Johannesburg today, it was hard not to notice how different a place it is compared to US cities. I’m not just talking about the private police everywhere or driving on the wrong side of the street or the Indian restaurant we had lunch at that had a squat toilet right next to the kitchen–I mean, crap: it’s AFRICA, broah!
1. I’m in London’s Heathrow Airport. Because the captain on our incoming flight was incompetent (the flight was delayed for takeoff for 90 minutes because they couldn’t get the movies on-line), we missed our connection–despite a 2-hour layover. As a result I’m marooned in this massive mall/small town of a building until the next flight to South Africa (which is a full 11 hours later). Luckily our business class fare earns us admission to the British Airways Lounge. Between the unreal accommodations on the flight and the nicest airport lounge I’ve ever seen, I must admit that I don’t see how getting to the 5-star hotel could possibly make me any more comfortable.
