There was a little bit of an earthquake on the East Coast today, and while I didn’t feel a thing, many of my office mates did. While we sort of attributed the vibrations to the office construction on the floor below ours, a friend of mine in Philadelphia IM’d me to tell me that she just had an earthquake, and at almost the same time, a friend of mine, in an office building two blocks away, called me to ask if I had felt an earthquake, and was disappointed that I hadn’t. My astute ability to piece two-and-two together led me to conclude that there might have been an earthquake, and my first reaction was to check Twitter to see if anyone else felt it.
Apparently, I was the only one who hadn’t.
Back in 2006, in the span of four months, I attended both the opening of Apple’s flagship store in NYC and U2’s book signing. At U2’s book signing, I thought one of the members of the press looked familiar, and I made a mental note to go and check my Apple Store opening day photos to see if he was there as well. It’s been about five years, so I guess it’s time to do that.
I feel sorry for people who don’t drink. They wake up in the morning and that’s the best they are going to feel all day.
Socialism never took root in America because the poor see themselves not as an exploited proletariat but as temporarily embarrassed millionaires.
Women are made to be loved, not understood.
Loyalty to any one sports team is pretty hard to justify. Because the players are always changing — the team can move to another city — you’re actually rooting for the clothes, when you get right down to it. You know what I mean? You are standing and cheering and yelling for your clothes to beat the clothes from another city. Fans will be so in love with a player, but if he goes to another team, they boo him. This is the same human being in a different shirt — they hate him now. Boo! Different shirt!! Boo!
In early February, I found myself in the position of having a good friend of mine crash on my couch for a month. She told me that she was a heavy sleeper, to which I responded, “That may be, but you haven’t heard my coffee maker!”
Time you enjoyed wasting, is not wasted.
Tell me and I’ll forget; show me and I may remember; involve me and I’ll understand.
A life is not important except in the impact it has on other lives.
I guess this is what I have to look forward to seeing every time I open my door for the next two weeks:
Good thing I’m not a Jets fan.
If the Steelers win the Super Bowl, do you think he’ll leave it up for a while afterwards?