I signed up for the Philadelphia Undy Run several months ago so I could raise some money for colon cancer research in honor of my mom. And I had trouble remembering when the run is taking place (Sept. 9th if you're wondering), so I visited the page and saw the above image. I'm the top fundraiser at the moment! That's so awesome! It also explains why someone from the Colon Cancer Alliance called me the other day and asked if they could help me with anything (I was puzzled, so I said, "No thanks!"). I wanted to thank everyone who has donated already. You rock! And now, I'd like to suggest that if you haven't donated but you can spare some money why not kick in a little bit? I'd love to help move the needle for the run as a whole (they've only raised about 17k out of a goal of 70k).
After the election I, like many folks, spiraled into all sorts of worst case scenario thinking. I have hope that Pres. Trump isn't going to be as bad as I fear, though early indications aren't making me feel confident in that hope.
Marisa is away this weekend, and so I decided I wanted to keep this weekend politics free. Needing to clear my head yesterday I did what I so often do: went for a walk.
I've always been a walker, but after college I found myself not walking much. I missed the wanders I used to take and a FitBit gave me reason to pick up the habit again (and I just realized I've been FitBitting for 5 years!).
I headed out with one goal: walk 5000 steps in one direction and 5000 back.
On my walk I came across Independence Hall and it reminded me that this country was born out of great strife in a troubled time.
As I continued my walk I passed the Second National Bank, a building I've walked past countless times:
I've often wondered what it looks like inside, but I had no idea it housed a Portrait Gallery called "People of Independence!" I thought maybe this was a new thing, but it has been there since the 1970's. I went in and spent a good long time reading about every portrait in the place.
As you might expect, it was mostly white dudes who were involved with America's independence (along with a smattering of women and black folks). It made me feel better knowing that when times are tough there are people, maybe just a few but still, that stand up for what's right.
I don't know if I'm as brave as the people in that gallery, but I do know that I'll do my part in making sure that this president doesn't ruin all the work that has gone before.
I'm not very political but I think Donald Trump represents a danger for the country, so I donated a few bucks to Hillary for President.
Now I am getting a ton of email from Hillary, which I understand. However, I think the fact that the unsubscribe link is buried in a block of text at the bottom of the email AND ISN'T UNDERLINED like the rest of the links is just not cool.
I'm still with Her, but I am giving her email people the side-eye.
Above is the Public Safety Answering Center II, a call center in NYC for emergency responders. This thing is a fortress, having been built to be able to operate for up to 3 days without any outside help.
Also, it sort of looks like a block from a giant alien's play set, and I kind of dig it. You can read more about it in this article, "An Unneighborly Building That Hums With Lifesaving Capacity. "
My mom loved music. She kept the radio tuned to the oldies station my entire childhood, which has lead to me having a taste for Doo-wop and 50's music.
She especially liked the Beatles, which makes sense given when she grew up and the fact that almost everyone likes the Beatles.
When my mom was a teenager the Beatles had arrived in New York for the first time. Mom, being a teenager, snuck out of the house and went to the Plaza Hotel in hopes of getting a glimpse of the Beatles.
Her parents were none the wiser to her city adventure until, that is, her father opened the next morning's Daily News to find the above picture featuring my mom (she's the tallest girl in the picture) behind a pack of girls "bending" the police lines.
And thanks to the power of the internet I know this picture was taken on Feb. 12, 1964 by Frank Castoral. You can even order a print of it!
Donald Trump is a fool and a liar. Trump’s Week of Errors, Exaggerations and Flat-out Falsehoods lists a bunch of lies he told over a week.
This is my favorite:
‘Really they’ve shut Christianity down.’ (March 7 in Madison, Miss.)
Seven in 10 Americans identify as Christian, according to Pew."
An admiral was reprimanded for getting drunk at a conference, going back to his room and then hours later getting locked out of his room and wandering around the hotel. Naked.
Here's what he has to say about it:
“Lesson learned,” he concluded. “I’ll pack my PJs next time.”
Poopy Cat (makers of kitty litter) stock their offices with... cats! It seems like the cats might not care about productivity, but they are darned cute.
[via Laughing Squid]
Judging from this email I just got:
I don't know what they say about me, but it probably isn't good.
And for the sake of completeness, here are the last 10 Kindle books I've purchased:
Amazon is much more excited about my shampoo order than I am.
Marissa Mayer is having a good week. She's the new CEO of Yahoo! and she's having a baby. Plus, Techcrunch seems to approve of her family planning:
The 37-year-old Mayer has been married to entrepreneur and Founders’ Den managing partner Zack Bogue for several years now, so it makes sense for them to add to their family at this point.
Marisa and I continue to collect furniture with this loveseat from Pottery Barn as our latest addition (though it won't be delivered for a couple of months).
Marisa wanted a neutral color, but I told her they were all boring so we went with red instead. I win!
The How To Launch A Nuclear Missile In The 1960′sblog post ends with this uplifting moment. Imagine it. You've trained all your life, sat for hours doing nothing a missile silo, and finally your job is done. Here's what you do next:
The silo crew, now having done its mission, gets to kick back and wait to die.
Oddly enough, I don't think I would be married to Marisa if it hadn't been for Steve Jobs.
Allow me to explain: the first time Marisa and I ever hung out for more than a few minutes alone with one another was when I helped her diagnosis an iBook with a failing hard drive. I spent hours sitting at the dining room table (which is now our dining room table) running diagnostics and what have you. That is where our friend began, over that piece of silicon and plastic which wouldn't have existed without Steve. Over time (ok, a long time) our friendship deepened into love and eventually we figured out that we should be together.
Thanks for that, Steve.
I don't really have anything profound to say about his death, other than 56 is too young for anyone to die: world changer or not.
I went to the bank to change my change into REAL money, and they gave me $50.60 (minus a service change, DAMN YOU TD BANK!).
And how did I end up with 144 quarters?
But if I learned anything from 13 years of Catholic school (K-12th grade, thank you very much) it is that God is constantly judging you. He knows when you're asleep, and he knows when you're doing something you shouldn't. Heck, he even knows when you're thinking about doing something you shouldn't (and even THAT is a sin).
You would think Harold Camping, the "The world is going to end on May 21st dude," would know as much but it seems he doesn't:
'On May 21, this last weekend, this is where the spiritual aspect of it really comes through. God again brought judgment on the world. We didn’t see any difference but God brought Judgment Day to bear upon the whole world. The whole world is under Judgment Day and it will continue right up until Oct. 21, 2011 and by that time the whole world will be destroyed,' he proclaimed.
At least he sticks to his convictions despite all evidence to the contrary. Isn't that what faith is all about?
That's what I thought this blog post was about. Sadly, I was mistaken.
I don't know what it is, perhaps because I am getting older, or because I feel more settled... but I've been on a bit of a home furnishings kick.
I haven't ordered these framed posters yet (because Marisa rightly pointed out that I already have lots of art that needs framing) but I'm blogging it to remember them.
Something about this particular style appeals to me. Given my love of Mission and Arts and Crafts stuff, it is clear I was born about 70 or 80 years too late (though, what did people DO at work without computers and the Internet? Seriously, what did they do? Did they mimeograph funny pictures of cats and send them to one another via inter-office mail?).