I love a good bacon cheeseburger, but I’m actually grossed out by this. Found at Google’s NYC office cafeteria. What happened to “do no evil”?
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Krispy Kreme bacon cheddar cheeseburgers
NYC subway map made with headphones
Sony’s ad depicts the NYC subway map made entirely out of their headphones. Nice, but needs color.
Verizon FiOS Commercial Leaks Updated Kindle
I was watching TV when a commercial for Verizon FiOS in NYC came on. I noticed that the Verizon installer was using an electronic gadget to keep track of his installation appointments. The gadget looked surprisingly like an Amazon Kindle. That’s when I realized that they must be testing an updated version.
Based on the commercial, we can see the following:
- Same basic size and shape.
- It will have a touch screen with cute little beeps when you touch it.
- It will have either a backlit screen or a much brighter screen.
- It will support custom applications like the Verizon FiOS installation application.
I assume it will be released in time for Christmas.
I’ve included the commercial and some large screen caps below.
Favre traded to Jets
The month-long soap opera is over. New York football just got more interesting.
NYC subway to experiment with “seatless” cars
I never get a seat during rush hour so this should make no difference to me. The commenters seem concerned about pregnant or older women who could use the seats, but hardly anyone gets up for them anyway (unlike yours truly).
The jellyfish are here early
Apparently jellyfish have arrived in the NYC area earlier than expected. I had no idea we get jellyfish.
On Monday, a steady stream of jellyfish undulated in the olive-colored water of the Hudson River between 79th and 98th Streets, where the swimmers had encountered them the day before. Their centers shifting up and down with the light tide, they were about six inches in diameter and looked like large floating paper cupcake wrappers stained in the center with red icing.
I love how the description of the water is “olive-colored” and the jellyfish are compared to cupcakes wrappers with icing. Comparing bad things to food make them seem less menacing, especially good food like olive oil and cupcakes. Mmmm…cupcakes.
Priceless coin collection moved in lower Manhattan
The American Numismatic Society moved their collection of coins from one building to the other this past weekend. Glenn Collins writes:
“The idea was to make this as inconspicuous as possible,” said Ute Wartenberg Kagan, executive director of the American Numismatic Society. “It had to resemble a totally ordinary office move.”
Uh huh. Ordinary office moves usually have a police escort. Sure.
The Times also has a slideshow of the move.
Bruni gives ‘Momofuku Ko’ three stars
They don’t take reservations in a normal way:
You must have patience, an efficient computer and nimble, fast-moving fingers, because the way to grab one of the 12 coveted seats is to click-submit a reservation request at precisely 10 a.m. precisely six days before you aspire to dine there and then hope against hope and dream against dream and promise the cyberspace gods your firstborn male child if they speed your electronic wish to Ko before all the other electronic wishes get there.
Excellent idea because it brings everyone down to the same level. An “a-lister” and I have the same chance of getting a reservation, except that an “a-lister” can hire 100 people to try and get the reservation for them, that I can’t afford to do. I’ve been trying for weeks to get a reservation, to no avail. Looks like I’ll keep trying, but now there’s going to be more people as well.
The U.S. Postal Service Is Still Against Me
Forget the fact that they changed my ZIP code and made life a little more inconvenient for me, or the time they put a Playboy postcard haphazardly in my mailbox, but now they are rearranging the very fabric of New York to mess with me.
In the photo below, you can see that there is a green mailbox right near my building’s entrance (it’s under the snow, behind the little tree). This was a very convenient placement for me, but now the U.S. Postal Service has taken it away and I can only assume it was out of spite.
December 2000
May 2008
The block that I live on has a total of seven very similar buildings, with four of them almost identical. The buildings next door to mine, in both directions, are of the identical variety, and that fact can cause issues when I’m coming home late at night, especially after I’ve had a few drinks that contain alcohol. That mailbox was a landmark that made it possible for me to enter the correct building no matter what state my vision was. Finding the right apartment was a problem a few times, but that’s for another time.
About two weeks ago I was walking home after work, completely sober, and noticed that the green mailbox was gone. There was nothing in it’s place, except for the bolt holes where it used to be. I wondered if it was removed to be painted or maintained in some way, but a few days later, my worst fears were confirmed. It had been moved up the block. Luckily, the USPS did not place it near one of the other identical buildings on my block.
I fully expect them to do that in the future, just to annoy me.
Celebrating the semicolon in a most unlikely location
NY Times article about a perfectly placed semicolon in, of all places, the subway.
In terms of punctuation, semicolons signal something New Yorkers rarely do. Frank McCourt, the writer and former English teacher at Stuyvesant High School, describes the semicolon as the yellow traffic light of a “New York sentence.” In response, most New Yorkers accelerate; they don’t pause to contemplate.
True, very true.
200 people stop time in Grand Central Terminal
It’s actually kinda cool. I would have been like the first guy that pokes one of the “agents”.
People Really Do Expect New Yorkers To Be Rude
Yesterday, at about 5pm, I was waiting on the platform at 59th and Lex for the downtown number 6 subway. I was waiting all the way at the front of the platform, and there were some open seats on the few benches that were there, so I sat down and listened to some Foo Fighters on my iPod. Since it’s a Sunday schedule, and I had just missed a subway, I knew it would be about 10-15 minutes before the next one came.
As I was sitting there, some of the seats on the benches started to fill up with shoppers, but the seat next to me remained unoccupied (did I smell?). Then, just as a song was ending, I noticed an older man and woman approach my bench, and the man took the empty seat next to me. I saw that the older woman had no where to sit, so I got up and gave her my seat.
Because the song on my iPod just ended, I could hear when the lady and man looked at the person next to them on the bench and said, “I thought New Yorkers were supposed to be rude?“
It makes me kind of sad that we have such a bad reputation.
Lost Shoe
It’s about 8:30am on a weekday morning, and I’m on my way to work. It’s early March, and the Winter has been relatively mild. The temperature is in the mid-forties.
As the subway approached the 23rd Street stop, I started to move into position to exit the car. So did others. The doors opened, and we all made to move to get out. As I was leaving the car, just as I was about the move my left foot from behind me to in front of me, the person behind me managed to step on the back of my foot and pin my shoe to the floor. I fell forward, out of my shoe, and out of the car. I managed to get up and start to go back for my shoe, but alas, I was too late. The doors closed.
I waited right next to the door hoping that it would open quickly enough for me to get my foot in there to keep it from closing, and someone on the inside would hand me my shoe. No such luck. The subway started to move, and my shoe was on a nice little trip to the Brooklyn Bridge.
Dejected, I trudged to work. My little toes got quite cold during the four block walk to my office. I must have looked a little funny walking around without a shoe, but this is NYC, people have seen a lot weirder.
After getting to work, and enduring quite a few comments about my lack of attire (“what, you get dressed in the dark?“, “Can’t afford two shoes?“, etc.) I started to do some work until 10am when the shoe store a few blocks away would open.
After walking over to the shoe store and finding a pair of shoes that I liked, the salesperson asked what happened to my shoe. I explained, and he told me that I was about the fourth person that year that he had seen with the same problem.
At least I’m not alone.
