No place epitomizes the American experience and the American spirit more than New York City.
- Michael Bloomberg
I have a love-hate relationship with NYC. I lived there for years and still spend a good deal of time there now. Once a New Yorker, always a New Yorker.
It’s a crazy, yet amazing place. Sometimes it is amazing in it’s sheer lunacy. It’s grand and impressive, yet the quality of life can seem fundamentally impoverished at times. It’s heroic. It’s tough and romantic. It’s never boring. The people are legendary. They got chutzpah and pluck out the wazoo. The city ain’t for wimps.
Here are some of the challenges encountered (the ones I know about, that is):
- Triple-digit heatwaves with humidity thicker than your average politician. Humidity should be classified a WMD.
- An earthquake. WTF?
- A tropical storm with near gale force winds while working a music festival. Made Woodstock look like Kiddie Craft Camp.
- A hurricane. Sandy brought a week without power, cell phones, internet service, and heat. However, this also presented a rewarding opportunity to help others in the community.
- A terrorist plot to blow up the NYC subway system. [...]
FEEL MY HAIR PAIN?
A really bad hair day makes you want to pull your hair out.
We’ve all had them. Triple digit humidity makes them worse. No root spray. No gel. No hair stylist on tap.
And, of course, that’s exactly when you have a rare opportunity to have your photo taken with one of your favorite humorists and writing idols… Pulitzer Prize winning author Dave Barry.
Why didn’t I just cut those horrendous bangs myself with the corkscrew in the hotel room?
And where’s a propeller hat when you need one?
“Soon to be a major motion picture” with Steve Carrell.
A BIG THANK YOU to the National Society of Newspaper Columnists for a memorable conference.
You can follow the fun on Twitter… I’m @HaBarb
Affirmations should not be just for the lucky lighthearted souls among us or for those busy bees tediously aspiring to be oh, so merry.
How about some AFFIRMATIONS for the rest of us?
- My joints ache with every new sunrise. OM…
- I nourish my inner curmudgeon. OM…
- I am one with trash TV. OM…
- The dog does not think highly of me. I languish in his disappointment. OM…
- Chocolate is my only friend. OM… [...]
Masako Kusakari is on a mission. She wants to bring more laughter to Japan.
“My mission is to help Japanese people lighten up and enjoy conversation using humor. Many Japanese people take things too seriously,” says Masako. “I think if we learn to be more playful, we can enjoy life more.”
Masako lives in Yokohama City, the second largest city in Japan by population after Tokyo. Several months ago, Masako’s husband got her the best selling book The Healing Power of Humor – translated in Japanese.
“I was thrilled!!!” [...]
TRUE or FALSE:
1. It’s not good to eat foods you can’t pronounce. So avoid stuff like shitakes, bok choy, radicchio, and quinoa. Especially quinoa.
2. A banana makes a perfectly fine antacid. Peel first. Feel free to add ice cream, chopped nuts, and a cherry on top.
3. Doctors suggest you sniff rosemary to boost your memory and sharpen your test-taking skills. However, ask Rosemary first. “No” means “No!” [...]
Cats… too cool for canine drool.
What your cat won’t tell you:
1 - Geez. Brush your teeth before you breathe in my face. BTW you snore like a Sumo wrestler.
2 - I am an extremely sensual, mystical being – an INFP* to be exact – so deal with it.
3 - Don’t give me canned tuna and say it’s Wild Alaskan Salmon. I wasn’t weaned yesterday.
4 - “Talk to the Tail” means “Talk to the Tail!”
5 - Sometimes you piss me off so I pee in your cozy pair of sheepskin slippers. I don’t get angry. I get even.
6 - The one with the Purr Power in the relationship is the one with the “I love you less. Perhaps I’ll tolerate you occasionally!” attitude.
7 - Don’t… ever… ask… me… if… I… want… a… dog. Not even a puppy. Get real.
* Myers-Briggs Type Indicator
The Difference Between Cats & Dogs by Molly D. Campbell
I feel your pain. Do you feel mine? I bet you do. Yes, I refer to that niggling noggin splitting pain, that bone gnawing anguish, that teeming existential angst we experience whenever we face The Ugly Truth.
You know what I speak of, for like my humble self, you too are a highly discerning individual. Intellectually aware, artistically appreciative, cultivated, indubitably enlightened to a “T.”
Kindred souls you and I, we folks of gentle nature, we who cringe at double negatives and dangling participles as if they were sidewalk spitting or public urination. (They might as well be, you say!) We, who are dumbstruck by blatant ignorance as if it were a whack to the side of the skull by a cricket bat; we who recoil as garish tattoos and vile body piercings mar the landscape like graffiti violates a beautiful city’s grand architecture. [...]