I’ve known for a long time they were monitoring my emails.
It started a few years back when my sister and I were exchanging updates on our ongoing projects. She sent me a picture of a blanket she knitted for her grandson.
There, on the side of the screen next to her note, was an ad for a yarn company.
I dismissed it, thinking it was coincidence. After all, when I signed up for Gmail, it’s possible I filled out an interest survey. I didn’t remember filling out a survey, but hey. It’s possible. No need to get paranoid over it.
Then my sister emailed with the idea of visiting a local winery together. Next to her note were two ads for wine. One of them was for the winery. Continue reading “Gmail is Watching You”
She was there to inventory our printers. Or as IT likes to call them, our “copy/print/scan devices.”
She wore a royal blue polo shirt and khaki pants, no doubt going for that classic geek look. But her red lipstick and fussy hairstyle betrayed her. And not that this is in any way related, but her hair was platinum blond.
One day, I shall have the nerve to dye my hair platinum blond.
A coworker knew her and asked about her summer plans.
“Will you be traveling again?” she asked. “I saw your pictures on Facebook last year. You took a cruise, right?”
“Traveling is overrated,” Platinum Printer Gal said. “All that fuss and bother, it’s just not worth it. And with the news lately… you’d have to be out of your mind to travel out of the country. I mean, everyday it’s something, you know? Continue reading “Too Fearful for a Disney Cruise?”
This coming Sunday is the Tony Awards. Also known as: The Award Program You Never Watch.
This year my family will be watching, because two of the shows we saw in New York are nominated for best musical.
Oh my gosh! I haven’t told you about the shows we saw! Do you have a moment?
I promise I won’t go on for three hours, speeches will be kept to a 45-second time limit, and there won’t be any ‘who-died-last-year’ montages. But I promise you’ll meet some interesting people along the way, and we’ll have a swell song-and-dance number at the end.
Continue reading “Four Broadway Musicals and the People We Saw There”
I checked the sources, there’s no photoshop at play here. This guy really did his mow his lawn with a funnel cloud behind him. What’s more, his wife came out to take a picture.
In reference to the storm, the Alberta man said he was “keeping an eye on it.”
Good to know.
Read the full article here.
Hello and welcome to This Tract Home, the show where we help our clients come to terms with the fact their budget does not allow for a custom-built.
I’m your Host, Earl, and with me today is Snooty Homebuyer Elaine. Hello Elaine! Are you ready to find your dream tract home?
Snooty Homebuyer Elaine: I sure am, Earl! I’ve been wanting to be on HGTV ever since I transformed my apartment into a tropical hideaway by watching This Tiny Space with Tina. Still waiting to get my security deposit back on that.
Host Earl: Great! Well, this here is the first home we’ll be looking at today. It was part of a Phoenix development built in the 1980s for those of modest incomes.
SHE: Gosh, all these homes look alike.
HE: Yes. That’s the calling card of tract homes. Homogenous. Just like milk. How clever of you to pick that up. Continue reading “Announcing a New HGTV Series: This Tract Home”
We took the light rail to downtown Phoenix last Saturday. No event to attend, nothing we needed to do, no particular sight we wanted to see. We were simply conducting an experiment.
If it took us between 50 to 60 minutes to travel from our Airbnb in Queens to Manhattan, and once there we never lacked for interesting things to do, and after doing said things, we never lacked for good things to eat, we intended to find:
- Is the Phoenix Light Rail an efficient and reliable form of transportation for reaching our downtown area?
- Is there an interesting assortment of things to do in downtown Phoenix, enough to settle my post-NYC trip blues?
- Can we find an eatery with not only good food, but in an interesting building with charming atmosphere like every, single, flippin’ place we ate at in Manhattan?
Here’s what we found:
Continue reading “Gotta Cure My Post-NYC Blues”
Practice helps. But there’s a much easier way, and I imagine a much more common way: You pay for it.
From its beginning, Carnegie was a rental hall. I looked up the price for renting it, should you feel so inclined. Without putting in a lot of effort, I found the going price in 2014 for the Stern auditorium (the main stage) for a Friday or Saturday evening was $16,000.
Not sure how many hours that covers, but remember you can do anything you want and no auditions required. You could even play your kazoo, if you wanted.
Another option – and this is the one Husband chose – is to join a choir that’s been invited for a special event. Continue reading “How Do You Get to Carnegie Hall?”
I planned on giving you a tour of the museums we visited while in New York, but then I got distracted by this news story in the Daily Mail:
“A student who left a pineapple in the middle of an art exhibition as a prank was left shocked after curators put the fruit inside a glass case.”
About a year ago, Twitter lit up with an account of a teenage boy who left his dirty sneakers in an art museum and watched as patrons took pictures of them.
That was funny too.
But there are a few things I want to point out:
Continue reading “That’s Art?! And Why That’s a Stupid Thing to Say”
One belongs to New York instantly, one belongs to it as much in five minutes as in five years. —Tom Wolfe
After six days in New York City, I’m back home. Or at least, my body is home. I fear my heart is somewhere on 5th Avenue, in the vicinity of Bryant Park.
If you’re in the area, could you keep a lookout for it? Oh and while you’re at it, could you stop at that one sandwich shop – you know the one I mean, right? – and get me a smoked salmon roll? I’ll pay you back.
These are a few general thoughts I had about our trip. Details will come later: Continue reading “It’s Not My Home, But Dang I Love New York”