Thursday, June 30, 2005

Pack Up the Babies and Grab the Old Ladies

Never mind last month's cunt incident. Head to the HOOT tonight.

The CasHank Hootenanny Jamboree is an acoustic classic country jam session for beginners and pros alike. We stick to the four chord rule so that it's easy for anyone to join in on the fun. All good singers, players and listeners are welcome.

The CasHank Hootenanny Jamboree
last Thursday of every month
@ Buttermilk
577 5th Ave. (at 16th St.)
Brooklyn, NY
9pm 'til midnight, no cover, $10 Yuengleng pitchers for "liquid courage"




High Security

Last night I attended the simultaneous memorial for four cyclists that have been killed in New York City in the past six weeks. I went to Liz Padilla's, in Park Slope, for obvious reasons--proximity being one.

The memorial was really nice... memorial3

...but did we really need four cops just to mourn? memorial 2

I'll admit, they were nice enough to direct people around us while we were having our moment of silence, but I think they were really there in case we decided to riot. If only they'd pay this much attention to us while we're commuting maybe they wouldn't have to worry about us rioting.

Thanks to Jym Dyer from Time's Up for organizing and speaking at the memorial.

Wednesday, June 29, 2005

Humiliating News

Someone please remind me on Friday or Saturday to post my humiliating news. Thanks.

A Rose by Any Other Name? WTF?

So there's been some talk over at Approaching Midnight about names--keeping them, hyphenating them, changing them, etc.

I thought I'd offer my two cents.

I always have been and always will be Emily Farris. Changing my name when or if I get married has never crossed my mind. And it's not because I'm a liberal or liberated, which I am. It's because I like my name. My name defines who I am. I am Emily Farris. When or if I get married I'm not going to change who I am, so why change my name? Put an apple in a fruit salad, and you still call it apple.

There are practical reasons to keep my name. For one, I've already established myself as a freelance writer and political activist and a name change in the next 10 years would be a detriment to my career. Also, my father doesn't have any sons, and I want to carry on the Farris name as long as possible. But truth be told, I haven't made this decision based on any practicalities. Keeping my name has never been a question in my mind. Changing my last name is just as strange as changing my first or my middle.

Not that there's anything special about my name. For the past 10 years Emily has been the number one baby name for girls. And Farris, though not common like Smith or Jones, is a good, solid easy name to pronounce and remember. Other than "Ferris Wheel" and "Ferris Beuller," it's a lame-joke-free name. It's definitely cruelty free.

In junior high, when my friends would write their first name with their crush's last, I never did. Sure, I drew the little hearts with the arrows through them and made cute name doodles, but it was always "Emily + Brandon" or "Emily + Steve." First names were fair game. But I never had any desire, even at that young, boy-crazy age, to take any one else's last name, in jest or lust.

"What about when you have kids, and they take your husbands name?" My older sister Heather, who married at 20 and took her husband's name, has asked me.

My response: "My mom and I had different names when I was growing up and it never bothered me. You turned out OK, too."

My parents divorced when I was three and my mom legally reclaimed her maiden name shortly thereafter. And even in a conservative suburb like Independence, Missouri, I never had any problems with it. Heather, who has a different mother than my younger sister Jo and me, also kept the Farris name after her mother remarried and took her new husband’s name. It didn't seem to traumatize any of us.

Family models are changing, and the ritual of taking the husband's name might soon be archaic. I'm keeping my my name forever.

"What if your future husband is upset by this?" you may ask.

Come on now, would I really marry someone that conventional?

Unless, of course, I meet someone with the last name "Imafuckingrockstar." Then, I might reconsider.

Tuesday, June 28, 2005

My Only Subway Joy is Gone

Well, one of two subway joys, anyway. One is listening to my iPod. It's stupid of me to do that while riding my bike. The other is drinking coffee. Now--as part of the new rules set forth by the MTA, like no walking between cars--sipping from an open container is prohibited on New York City subways.

This really annoys me. On the mornings when I know I'm going to ride my bike (most mornings), I'll go to the deli right after I crawl out of bed and get my iced coffee. I drink it while getting ready, but it's not quite the pleasurable experience it should be. Coffee should be enjoyed, not chugged to fulfill some addiction. If I know I'm taking the subway, I'll get ready and get my coffee on the way to the station. It's rare I take the subway (if it's really rainy or cold or I have to not look like a sweaty beast when I arrive somewhere), but when I do, it brings me joy and saves me time to leisurely drink my coffee on the subway. (I'll admit, there was one time when I had a hot coffee in my hand on a crowded train, the train jerked and my coffee splashed all over the back of some guys jacket. But I cleaned it off without him even noticing.) New Yorkers drink coffee on the subways in the morning. It's like eating street meat or jaywalking.

I understand that these rules are put into place to keep the trains clean for everyone (and the Path train is so nice because of the NJT's rules, blah, blah). Banning food would be one thing--and I don't even see anything about food--but banning coffee from a New York City subway? Fuggedaboutit!

Check out the New York Times article that lays out the new rules. doesn't say anything about sipping from a straw. I assume that counts as an open container, but I might get away with my iced coffee after all. I'm going to investigate. The rule aren't posted on the MTA's website yet (at least not that I can find).

Back in the Saddle

Today, I felt like a real blogger for the first time. Thanks to Antlered Girl for requesting I post, I'm posting...though I should be working. What kind of blogger would I be if I didn't? I have been gone for a few days, carried away with cleaning my apartment and that thing called "work." And I guess I'm suffering from a slight case of Bloggers Block, if there is such a thing. I guess nothing too exciting has gone on in my life since Sunday. Had I bothered to post yeterday, I could have done another Manic Monday roundup, with the clever title, Just Another Manic Monday. But, alas, I did not. So, I'll save that for next Monday. Watch out for it.

For now, here's a crapload of fun and/or important things to do in the coming weeks.

1. If you've been paying any attention to the recent cyclist accidents, you should attend the Simultaneous Memorial for Cyclist Deaths this Wednesday (that's TOMORROW), June 29th at 7pm. Chose your location: Andrew Morgan, 25, Houston & Elizabeth; Manhattan, Elizabeth Padilla, 28, 5th Avenue and Prospect Place, Brooklyn; Brandie Bailey, 21, Houston & Avenue A, Manhattan; Jerome Allen, 59, Hylan Boulevard, Staten Island. Bring candles and flowers. There will be a Simultaneous Moment of Silence at 7:20pm

2. Need a country music fix? Head down to Park Slope Thursday night for the CasHank Hootenanny Jamboree. You don't play an instrument? Come and watch me rock out on the tambourine. At Buttermilk, 16th Street and 5th Avenue in the Slope, 9 pm. to midnight, free.

3. Stuck in the City for 4th of July Weekend? On Saturday, July 2, head to midtown for Freedom Weekend, a day-long picnic/softball tournament organized by leftie groups such as Swing the State, Drinking Liberally, Democracy for New York City and more.

4. Support Public Advocate candidate Norman Siegel while partying at my house. That's right, party at the lair de eefers. Send me an e-mail and I'll send you the evite. Friday, July 8, 8 p.m. until we can't stay awake anymore, $10.

I hope to be back tomorrow with something insightful. Especially since the Supreme Court just made many important decisions I should comment on. And, later this week, I could be posting something humiliating. Stay tuned.

Sunday, June 26, 2005

And Then There Were Two...And Then There Was Paradise

So I bought the yellow Schwinn today. Turns out the guy downstairs has the same bike (though he's put different wheels, seat, etc. on it). This is going to be my commuter bike, while my other bike will be my Brooklyn bike (or my when-I'm-wearing-a-skirt bike, the crossbar is pretty high on the Schwinn).

The front brake on the new bike is squeaky. I squirted some water on it and it was fine until it dried. I think I'm going to put a tiny bit of WD40 on it. Any other ideas?

Re: Paradise...On the way back from picking up the Schwinn, I decided to do a loop through Prospect Park--something I've never done at night. It was pure heaven. I was the only one on the road, it was dark and it was quiet. And on my new bike I was going pretty fast. AND, on a bike without a basket, I can ride with no hands, which is a really nice--though somewhat scary--feeling.

Saturday, June 25, 2005

Trading Up?

I realized when trying to escape the cops at Critical Mass last night that my bike, though I love it, can't quite keep up with everyone else's. I gave this bike a road test today. It's old, yellow, in great shape and a Schwinn. I'll have to get used to leaning forward but for longer rides (and remember, I want to do the Transportation Alternatives Century Ride in September) it will be great.

This bike was nice, because unlike newer bikes, the gears don't click and get stuck; they're very smooth. I thought I hated gears, but I really enjoyed riding this bike. I need someone to convince me that it's worth $150, though.

Friday, June 24, 2005

Some Good Friday Afternoon News: Big Bird Lives On

From Noah Winer over at MoveOn:
"In an unexpected move yesterday afternoon, the House of Representatives approved a measure to restore $100 million of funding for NPR, PBS and local public stations. Republican leaders were proposing to slash $200 million from the Corporation for Public Broadcasting, but you helped stop them."
This brings up an interesting question: at what age should one start contributing to his/her PBS and NPR affiliates? I listen to NPR religiously, but have yet to contribute. I'd like to, but of course, I am a poor college student and have trouble "contributing" to the landlord and ConEd. I guess I'll make up for it when I'm older and actually carry a balance in my bank account. Thoughts? Opinions?

Critical Mass TONIGHT!

After all of these unfortunate cyclist deaths, I think it's more important than ever that we all turn out for Critical Mass tonight. 7 p.m. Union Square North.

Also, I hear there's a vigil at 6 p.m. at Houston and Elizabeth, where Andrew Morgan was killed on Tuesday.

Also, I think a bunch of Brooklynites are meeting at Grand Army Plaza at 6:30 p.m. to ride over to Union Square together.

See you there.

Thursday, June 23, 2005

What You Don't Know Can Hurt You...Or Someone Else

Riding a bicycle in New York City is like having a death wish.

Tuesday morning, a livery cab struck a 12-year-old boy on the Upper East Side, leaving him in intensive care. Police are still looking for the driver. Later that morning, 25-year-old Andrew Ross Morgan was hit and killed by a furniture delivery truck on the Lower East Side. Morgan is the fourth cyclist—we know of— in the last two months to die after being hit by an automobile.

On June 9, 28-year-old Elizabeth Padilla was killed after being run over by an ice cream delivery truck in Park Slope. The driver didn’t even know he had run over the woman until a passerby waved him down. On May 10, 21-year-old Brandie Bailey was struck and killed on Avenue A by a garbage truck, whose driver also did not know he had hit her until police tracked him down. On April 26, 59-year-old Jerome Allen was mowed down and killed by an SUV on Staten Island.

This should not be a laundry list. But according to Transportation Alternatives—a nonprofit organization working to encourage biking, walking and public transportation as an alternative to driving—in the last 10 years, a cyclist has been killed about every three weeks on a New York City Street. It’s a misconception that cycling in this city is safe, probably because these deaths are not reported. The New York Times, one of only two daily papers to run the story of Morgan’s unfortunate death, ran only one paragraph in the Metro Briefing. The New York Daily News also ran a short piece. The Daily News and Newsday were the only two dailies to run stories on Padilla’s death, while only Newsday reported on Bailey’s. No major papers reported Allen’s death.

Word of these tragedies does make its way through the cycling community over blogs, email lists and in bike shops, but cyclists aren’t the people who need to be made aware. We know the dangers of riding on New York City Streets, and some call us crazy for still riding. Sure, some of us navigate with reckless abandon, but we are always aware of cars, even if not always aware of pedestrians. But motorists in New York City, as a rule, are simply not aware of cyclists. If every motorist knew how often these automobile vs. bicycle accidents happen, they might take a second look before making a left turn over a bike lane, throwing open the car door or even eating while driving—I was recently almost run over near the site of Padilla’s death by a truck whose driver was eating ice cream (yes, with a spoon; that requires two hands, leaving none for the steering wheel).

I’m sure bicycle deaths aren’t reported because they are so common, not because the city or the media hates cyclists, as some of my fellow riders like to claim. However, without proper coverage, motorists will continue to be oblivious to cyclists and taxi passengers will freely flail doors into bike lanes.

Short of supplying every biker in the city with “Watch out! This car almost killed a cyclist!” stickers to slap on every vehicle that cuts us off or almost doors us, a bicycle awareness campaign should be put into place, even if it’s one news outlet deciding to report on every such accident. Bike lanes are great, and the cycling community is certainly grateful for them, but they don’t do much good if motorists don’t stay out of them or at least check them before opening a car door or pulling in to double park.

Maybe if the papers started to report on every cyclist death in the city, after a while, there wouldn’t be so many to report.

Think Nationally, Freak Out Locally

The Supreme Court has just ruled that cities can sieze personal property and transfer it to developers if the development can boost the economy. This is not going to help our Brooklyn Stadium fight, among other things.

Update: Cyclist Killed

The New York Times finally ran something about the cyclist, Andrew Ross Morgan of Brooklyn, who was killed Wednesday morning. While I'm glad they wrote something, I'm disappointed it only ended up in the Metro Briefing. Must have been a slow news day for them because they never reported on Liz Padilla's death. There aren't too many more details in this story, but now we know it was a furniture delivery truck. The Times is calling it a collision. Link [4th Item]

I'm interested to see what other news outlets might report on this specific incident or the issue as a whole.

UPDATE: It's Thursday morning, 9:16 a.m. and I can't fnd anything else on Google News about this death. If anyone sees/hears anything, please leave me a comment or send me an e-mail and let me know.

Wednesday, June 22, 2005

Out of Control

This car-hits-cyclist shit is getting a little out of control. Apparently, a livery cab driver hit a 12-year-old boy on a bike and drove off last night. Link via NY1

Another Bicyclist Killed

Just got word over the Brooklyn Critical Mass list that another cyclist was killed today. According to Jym Dyer over at Time's Up!, Brooklyn bicyclist Andrew Ross Morgan, 25, was killed by a truck in Manhattan on Houston near Elizabeth today. If I find out any more details, I'll post them here.

UPDATE: According to Jym, there was some press on the scene; so this might show up in/on the news soon.

We need a sticker campaign. Every cyclist in the city should have some "Watch Out, This Car Almost Killed a Cyclist" stickers to slap on the back of every car that almost doors us, cuts us off or parks in a bike lane. Until then, here's a little less offensive version (though I like my offensive version better).

Public Advocate, Hard at Work

I'm glad to see our public advocate, Betsy Gotbaum, is doing something for us. Well, at least complaining about something for us. From the Post via Gawker (you need a sign in for the Post now):
"More than one-quarter of all subway MetroCard swipes have failed since the MTA kicked off its fare-card program, according to a report by the city Public Advocate’s Office."
Um, that's great and all Betsy, but where have you been the past three and a half years? My money is on her opponent, Norman Siegel--seriously. He's the only candidate I've contributed to, ever. And I'm throwing a house party for him Friday, July 8, so mark your calendar. Oh, and I'm also peitioning for him at the Mermaid Parade at Coney Island this Saturday. E-mail me if you'd like to join. (Yes, we can dress up as mermaids, too.)

UPDATE: Turns out Ms. Gotbaum got her figures from the MTA. Way to do investigative reporting. I bet they're right on. Via Gothamist (I refuse to sign up with the Post.)

Tuesday, June 21, 2005

I Ain't Stupid No More

Riding my bicycle without a helmet is the stupidest thing I do. Well, used to do. Today, I broke down and bought a helmet--a cute one at that. (But I'm taking off the stickers. Sorry Triple Eight; I don't do logos.)

Monday, June 20, 2005

The Final Frontier

I can't go, because I'm babysitting (because I'm broke) but SouthSouthSlope is having a meeting to talk overdevelopment/rezoning Tuesday at 6:30 p.m. at St. John-St. Matthews-Emanuel Lutheran Church, 283 Prospect Avenue between 5th & 6th Avenues.

Sunday, June 19, 2005

A'hoy, Daddy-O!

Today is Father's Day. I just put my dad in a cab to Laguardia then he's off home Missouri. This morning, we went to the South Street Seaport Museum (his hotel was down on Front Street) and played on the old ships. Isn't he cute?

eefers Make Pretty Thing

With the help of the wonderful web guru Bill and the fabulous people over at WordPress (ooh, I like adjectives today), I took the Federation to Preserve the Greenwich Village Waterfront & Great Port's website from drab to fab. And after writing that sentence, I now think I have a future in infomercials.

Help Save Big Bird!


A house panel has voted to cut funding for PBS and NPR. Sign MoveOn's petition and tell Congress to save Sesame Street and other important programming. And don't forget to FOLLOW THAT BIRD!

Friday, June 17, 2005

Oh Hell

I'm too tired to write anything about it myself, but I think it's worth mentioning that a second helicopter crashed into the East River today.

Tuesday, June 14, 2005

Going to the Chapel

Not me, but I did receive my prom date's wedding invitation in the mail today. Not that this is a big deal; many people I graduated high school in Missouri with are married--some with children and houses; some with children, no marriage and no house; some with children and a house. Even my best friend since the first grade has a 4-year-old daughter and a house (but no marriage). Now my prom date is getting married. It's just weird to me because I have one married friend in New York; well, two: my friend and her husband. Most of my New York friends are eternally single, including myself.

Hell, I don't even know where I'm going with this post so I'm going to leave it open to discussion if anyone feels like commenting. It's hot and my tummy is way too full of Indian food. All I know is, my prom date is getting married and I'm single. None of those things are bad (except maybe the extreme heat). And that's all I have to say about that.

Monday, June 13, 2005

Manic Monday: Round Up

Michael Jackson was found innocent. I think it's time for the mother's trial. Who in her right mind would let her child stay the night with Michael Jackson?

The senator who coined the term "freedom fries," now says
Bush should set a timetable for withdraw from Iraq.

Mayor Mike finally conceded that Queens is a better place than the freaking west side of Manhattan for his stupid stadium. Let's hope that plan falls through, too.

I woke to the sound of someone chopping down a live tree on my block...while the dead one still stands outside my window.

My dad arrived today. He's here for the rest of the week! Watch out for the Farrises, or however the hell I should pluralize that.

And finally, I hope that those of you with bikes will join me (and for those of you without a bike, a wake-up call would be appreciated) for a ride on Thursday morning. It's a vigil ride to honor not only Elizabeth Padilla who was killed last week, but all bike riders who have died in traffic accidents. It starts at 8 a.m. at Fifth Avenue and Warren Street in Brooklyn and ends at City Hall at 9 a.m., with different groups asking Mayor Bloomberg to convene a task force to examine bicyclist safety and past deaths.

That's all for now. More tomorrow.

Saturday, June 11, 2005

Attack of the Friendster Messages

Question: If someone is truly witty, does he really have to tell me he's witty? If he were truly witty, wouldn't I derive that from the other things he wrote? Why am I so horribly critical of people's messages? It must be the writer in me. One would think if you were going to approach a writer for the first time via email you'd make it look good. But I guess the fact that my profile says my occupation is "lead tambourinist in a traveling jamboree" doesn't really let anyone know I'm a writer...but still.

Cyclist Accident: Update

It turns out that the accident that killed cyclist Liz Padilla yesterday, not only happened in my neighborhood, but on my route. At tonight's Brooklyn Critical Mass, we stopped where she was killed—on 5th Avenue where Prospect turns to Warren—and held up our bikes.


Friday, June 10, 2005

A Poet and I Know It

So my poem has been chosen as a semi-finalist for the International Open Poetry Contest. I just received something in the mail that looks like I've been chosen for a free trip to Disneyland, so I can't decide whether or not I should be getting excited about this. They are, however, publishing it in this year's emerging poets volume (which has a really horrible name: "Eternal Portraits"); and, of course, I have to buy the book if I want a copy. With my "special discount" it's only $50. Yikes. Is this like one of those "Who's Who Among American High School Students?" I'm new to the poetry world. Help.

Vehicular Venting

We all think we're invincible, us cyclists. We weave in and out of traffic and squeeze between trucks thinking they see us in their rear view mirrors. I should know better. I narrowly avoid death at least three times a day on my commute. But yesterday, another biker was killed, here in Park Slope.

I know that riding without a helmet is the stupidest thing I do; I really know that. But this woman was thrown under the wheel of a truck. The driver didn't even know he had killed her, and continued to drive on. Much like Brandie Bailey who was killed a month ago by a truck driver that claimed not to see her, either.

I was talking with someone at Drinking Liberally last night about my frustration with cars. First, that the auto industry bought out all of the railroads to put up their highways, causing people to need cars. Second, here in New York, how many people driving really need to be driving? I understand that some people do. For example, I wouldn't want to carry a stroller on a NYC subway or want an 80-year-old woman have to deal with all of those stairs. But most people who drive here don't need to; they want to. And though our public transportation system is flawed, it's a really great system. You can get almost anywhere in the city at any time of the day or night by subway or bus. But don't get me wrong, those hot nights waiting for the subway and those cold nights waiting for the bus have made me wish I had a car at times, and sometimes I want one just to get out of the city for a while, but in this city it's so ridiculously unnecessary. Even with the gas prices sky rocketing, people continue to drive. So what's the answer? A bike advocacy campaign?

Well, we have Transportation Alternatives, a great organization whose mission is to "encourage bicycling, walking and public transit as alternatives to automobile use, and reduce automobile use and its attendant environmental and social harms." Time's Up does similar work, though they're more "radical," encouraging activities like Critical Mass.

But generally, the people who pay any attention to groups like TransAlt and Time's Up are already biking, walking and using public transportation. Most of those who drive who will always drive. So what about a "no dooring" bicycle advocacy campaign? My biggest fear is being hit by an opening car door as I'm zooming by. I'm pretty good at using one eye to check inside the car for a person, but I'm no SuperWoman.

I don't have an answer, just need to vent my vehicular frustration. But I know my biker/blogger ladies out there will want to ride in Brooklyn Critical Mass with me tonight.

Thursday, June 09, 2005

Internet Connections

All of this talk (22 comments so far) about blog-o-sphere connections over at Zendervive has me feeling a little like I need to defend meeting people over the Internet.

I'll admit: I've been meeting people over the Internet for five years. When I first moved to New York, I asked my friend how she got dates here because she seemed to have so many. She told me she met men over the Internet. I was weary at first, very weary, but I gave it a try. And there were some pretty horrible guys. There was the guy who couldn't stop talking about his very recent ex girlfriend. We had the same name and apparently I was "just like her." There was the guy who walked me all around the city in August, stopped to buy a bottle of water and didn't offer me any. There was the guy who talked about his "totally hot" pot dealer and the guy who couldn't get it up for me because he had already masturbated three times that day. Let us not forget the guy who dumped me over voice mail. But then there were the great ones: the guy who made me Indian food and rubbed my back. The guy who I danced with all night long. The guy who, on our second date, set up a game of outdoor, candlelight Scrabble (I'll admit, he turned out to be the voice mail dumper, but they all have to end sometime, right?).

I wouldn't have met any of these men in person. Now, of course, I didn't have an instant attraction with most of the people I've met off of the Internet, either. Most of them I wouldn't have found attractive at first glance, but there was something about them, their style of writing, their interests, their humor that I got from their profiles that made me want to get to know them. I would not have necessarily been able to see that in someone at a bar. That's the great difference between meeting someone from the Internet and meeting someone in person: in person, it generally happens because I'm either attracted to him or really drunk. Over the Internet, I'm more interested in his interests and thoughts on life.

Attractive or not, I at least try to give these Internet guys the benefit of the doubt. I think to myself, "if I knew him, would I like him? Is he just like that guy that made me laugh the first day of class and by the end of the semester I was in love with him?" It seems the only fair thing to do, considering I already know so much about these guys and we share some of the same interests. For me, that "instant attraction" generally wears off anyway; I'm much more into second impressions than first. With meeting people off of the Internet, it's like you're automatically getting the second, or maybe third, impression.

I'm not saying one way is better than the other. In fact, I'd prefer to meet someone organically. But that just doesn't happen for me very often. So why not use this method that seems to work well enough? I'm not embarrassed or uncomfortable with it. Besides, I spend more time on the Internet than I do in bars or at parties. It only seems logical that this is how I would meet someone.

Wednesday, June 08, 2005

Oh, the Tangled Web We Weave

So, Miss Kris over at Zendervive has a pretty interesting post about the incestuous nature of blogging, IMing and Friendstering.

While Friendster and linking to friend's blogs, etc. was supposed to make meeting people on the Internet easier (you know what you're getting into because you can ask your friend), a trickier problem sometimes arises. What happens when you meet someone who's a friend of a friend but you don't meet him or her through the friend and you sleep together or hate each other?

Tuesday, June 07, 2005

Top 5 Reasons to Drink Liberally in Park Slope Tomorrow

Here are your top 5 reasons to join us for Park Slope Drinking Liberally TOMORROW night:

5. Because Drinking Liberally just celebrated its second birthday. Come celebrate Park Slope style.

4. Because you need to sign my petition to get construction (of 12-story condos!) outside of my bedroom window to start at 9 a.m. not 7 a.m.

3. Because Sheldon Silver said "no" to the West Side Stadium and Gifford Miller said "yes" to ours. It's time for a drink.

2. Because Park Slope DL co-host Peter Wohlsen saw a picture of Bertha Lewis, the executive director of ACORN kissing Bloomberg and Bruce Ratner on the lips at their press conference because of the deal they struck in the Brooklyn stadium development plan. It's time for a second drink.

1. Because Chris Owens, who's running for Congress in Brooklyn's 11th District (that includes Park Slope) will be joining us.

Come to Park Slope Drinking Liberally, now on the SECOND Wednesday of every month.

Park Slope Drinking Liberally
Wednesday, June 8
7 p.m. onward
5th Avenue at 12th Street
Take the F or the R to 4th Ave/9th Street

See you there and don't forget about the EIGHT New York metro area DL chapters, including Drinking Liberally Steps Out. Visit Drinking Liberally's website for more information.

Mouse Trap

She watches that hole about 23 hours a day. The only time I've ever seen a mouse in the house is when it's been in her mouth. You should really look into getting one.

Monday, June 06, 2005

Curious Georgous: Internet Dating Messages Redux

So the Friendster messages were bad. And there will be more, I promise. But this Nerve message I received tonight, this just might take the cake. Pay special attention to the subject line. I won't even go into the TWO smiley faces.

hi georgous

Hi there,

you have a great smile - has any one every told you are a doll:-)

I find that I am on this service because I do not like dating in clubs or bars - and a friend suggested this to me. Listen, you have the coolest blue eyes that I have ever seen. So here hopes we can get out for a drink (a guy can be lucky??)and look into them further:-)

Write back soon, and sorry about the pic I do not a have may to pick from that are on my own.

Hope we can talk,


Does this make me a horrible person, posting these on my blog? Maybe. But why is it so hard for people to use spell check? It's ok if a guy isn't the best speller, but he should have the sense to use spell check.

Even worse, however, are the guys who are too lazy to spell out words like "you" and you're"; it takes about three more keystrokes. If someone can't make even that effort, I have absolutely no desire to go out with him. What else is he too lazy to do? Maybe it's the editor/writer in me, but we all have to have our "things," right? That is my thing...well, one of them, anyway.

I always send my friend Sharif links to the Friendster profiles of guys who have asked me out so he can "judge them harshly." One guy, who seemed pretty cool, unfortunately used "ur" in his initial e-mail. But Sharif talked me into going out with him, anyway. My theory proved true: there were many other things he didn't make the effort to do, including but not limited to: cleaning the dog hair off of his shirt and wearing clean socks. But believe me, that wasn't the worst of it.

Lesson of the day: a first impression is a first impression, whether it's over the Internet or in person. So tuck in your spell check and comb your contraction. Or maybe not, at least this way I know what I'm getting into--or not getting into.

Sunday, June 05, 2005

Fun in the Sun

I did the Transportation Alternatives Tour de Brooklyn today. TransAlt said more than 1,800 people participated in the ride. It was the first of many, they say, modeled after the Tour de Bronx. While it was purely blissful to ride un-interrupted and escorted by police, I wish there would have been a little more touring of actual Brooklyn neighborhoods. But this was a family ride and I must give TransAlt credit for keeping an 18-mile ride flat. I've also decided I'm going to do the TransAlt Century Ride (that would be 100 miles; clever, eh?) on September 11. I'll be accepting donations of really nice gel covers for my seat. No biker's butt for me, please.

Before the ride the 1,800 plus cyclists lined up at Grand Army Plaza. Surprisingly, I only saw two people on the ride that I knew.

Toward the end of the ride, in Prospect Park, a lady bug landed on my purse and stayed almost until the finish line. Who knew I could take pictures and ride a bike at the same time? Probably not a good idea, though.

In other news: I think the Jack White marriage is a sham and I'm being eaten alive by mosquitoes. My mom says taking B12 helps. I'll give it a try and let you know how it goes.

NOTE (6/6/05): Called Mom. It's B COMPLEX that keeps the mosquitoes away. B12 is for energy.

Thursday, June 02, 2005

My First Gawker Stalker

No, I haven't been stalked. (But wouldn't that be funny? Someone send in a Gawker stalker for me! They'll have no idea what to do with it. I wonder how many names make it into their inbox that they've never heard). My first Gawker Stalker tip made it onto Gawker Stalker. See it here. You'll have to scroll down. I Gawker Stalked Scarlett Johansson and Joshua Jackson, though they only bolded Miss Johansson's name.