Saturday, April 01, 2006

Rabbit Hole

Thursday night, after an excellent roast duck dinner at Marseille (I've never been disapponted there) I went up a few blocks to the beautifully renovated Biltmore Theatre to see Rabbit Hole. This is playwright David Lindsay-Abaire's fourth work for the Manhattan Theatre Club, though I haven't seen any of the previous ones.

The main attraction of this play was the pairing of two great actresses, Cynthia Nixon and Tyne Daly. The subject matter was off-putting though: the effect on the parents of the accidental death of their four-year-old son. Despite that, it was a great night of theatre.

The reactions of the parents to their loss were quite different. The mother (Nixon), tried to eliminate the reminders of her child from view, while the father (John Slattery) clung to them. He faithfully attended a support group for parents of children who died. She dropped out of it.

The situation is complicated by the mother's sister (Mary Catherine Garrison), who reveals she's pregnant, and their mother (Daly), who also lost a son--a suicide at age 30. And then there is the teenaged driver (John Gallagher, Jr.), trying to handle the fact he killed someone, even though it was at most only slightly his fault.

Lindsay-Abaire's characters ring true. All of the actors were excellent. The sets were highly imaginative: they were stationed on a large turntable plus a smaller one at one side, that allowed to the audience to see the living room from the kitchen and vice versa. My only quibble was some of the vocabulary used by the grandmother and aunt. They seemed to be from a lower middle class background at most--which the mother had risen out of. Not a lot of education (the aunt said she liked school, but she was never very good at it). Yet occasionally their words seemed above them--"prologue," for instance.

As I said, the acting was great. The mother was the biggest role, onstage almost the entire play, and Nixon was fine. Gallagher managed to portray the awkward high school senior quite convincingly--I was surprised to learn he is approaching his 22nd birthday.

But the real star is the story. Not surprisingly, I've never heard of a play on the subject. The only similar movie to my recollection was Ordinary People. But watching the parents work through their grief, and manage to reach a common point, made for a memorable evening of theatre.

Friday, March 31, 2006

I can hear the comedians now

Government to Settle Denver Mint Bias Case
DENVER (AP) - The U.S. Mint agreed Friday to pay $9 million to female workers at its Denver plant who alleged their bosses demanded sex in exchange for promotions, harassed them and retaliated when they complained...
The $9 million will be paid in nickels, dimes and quarters.

I'm afraid the city may have been too much for him

Hal, the Central Park Coyote, Dies
I first noted Hal in A coyote in Central Park??!!. This is sad.

More worries for Ney?

Republican Rep. Tom DeLay's (himself under indictment) former deputy chief of staff pleaded guilty to a conspiracy charge involving convicted lobbyist Jack Abramoff today. He promised to help in other investigations. His testimony could be quite damaging to Rep. Bob Ney, whose situation I noted back in January in ANOTHER REPUBLICAN IN TROUBLE. (Gee, I keep using that headline again and again).

More fun times for the Democrats.

Curiouser web search of the day

Yesterday I noted in Curious web search of the day that someone at the House of Representatives found my post Another Republican in trouble? doing a search for Jim Ryun. Today they did it again, and found Curious web search of the day. I wonder if tomorrow they'll find this post.

Assuming they work weekends.

Thursday, March 30, 2006

Curious web search of the day

Somebody was searching for references to "Jim Ryun" in blogs and found my post Another Republican in trouble?. The searcher was on the U.S. House of Representatives ISP. Someone in Ryun's office, maybe?

Weird web search of the day

novelty:"pickle key chain" lists my blog as fourth. What makes this even weirder was that the searcher was on the Disney ISP. Hmmm.

ND/NF: Eleven Men Out

My only film at this year's New Directors/New Films Festival was Eleven Men Out (Strákarnir okkar), the story about what happens when an Icelandic soccer star, Óttar, announces he's gay. (Don't confuse this with Guys and Balls (Männer wie wir), the story about what happens when a German soccer star announces he's gay.)

The strange thing is, we never learn much about him at all. We learn much more about Óttar's family: his son (typical 13-year old), his ex-wife (alcoholic former Miss Iceland), his father (homophobic jerk), his brother (misogynistic jerk), and his sister-in-law (dull-witted victim of the misogynistic jerk). His coming out is a spur-of-the-moment attempt to move an article being written about him to a more prominent position in the magazine. Then things just seem to happen all around him, frequently for no good reason other than people are stupid.

He's thrown off his team (which is coached by his jerk father), joins an amateur team that has a couple gay guys quietly on it (thereby sending all of the straight players fleeing), attracts a bunch of other gay players to the team, and starts a relationship with one of them. No one wants to play the gay team, so they keep winning by default, and end up in the play-offs. Except their opponents are from a little fishing village, and half the team is on a trawler at sea, so they don't play that game either.

Then somehow it's decided the gay team will play Óttar's old team. The game just happens to be scheduled for the same day as Iceland's gay pride parade--thereby ensuring a huge crowd.

I won't tell you the game's results--just in case there is actually someone out there with enough interest in Icelandic films (or gay soccer movies, which seems to be a growing sub-genre) to want to see this thing. I will tell you that as a comedy, it's not very funny, as a character study, they're all one-dimensional, and as a drama, the plot is ridiculous.

Oh, one other thing. There is hardly any soccer shown in the movie at all. But there is a fair amount of nudity, and some gay sex. And a lot of rain.

Another Republican in trouble?

While lobbyist Jack Abramoff was given nearly six years in jail to consider the error of his ways, another Republican Congressman has been added to the list of those alleged to have benefited from a deal with an Abramoff-linked group. Rep. Jim Ryun bought a home from a non-profit group funded by corporations linked to Abramoff for much less than it was worth, it has been claimed. Ryun claims he paid the "fair market value."

There are more and more of these deals coming to the surface. Abramoff could get his sentence reduced for his co-operation with prosecutors, and the start of his jail term has been delayed so he can do this. We'll have to see how many of his former friends end up in jail with him.

Fun times for the Democrats.

Wednesday, March 29, 2006

5,000 visits!

Today this blog logged its 5,000th visit. Wow! Considering that I don't write deep political analysis, or get into a lot of interpersonal relationship issues, or talk about sex, just slices of my life, that's a lot. Thank you to all who keep coming back.

As long as we're on the subject, here's a thin slice: last night I had an excellent mahi-mahi at East of Eighth with a friend in town on business. (A word to the wise: they get their fish delivered on Tuesday and Friday.) Then we went to Snapshot, "A Party for Queers...and their friends" at Bar 13. It was mostly young lesbians (very young...I was probably twice as old as almost all of them). Some "boi"s. (My friend said one nerdy one looked like her in high school, except without the pocket protector.) The music was pretty good (cute DJ), and not too loud for conversation. A few people danced occasionally, but it was mostly people sitting along the walls, just talking. Someone said it really got busy around midnight, but my friend had an early meeting today, so we had to leave before that.

Surprise of the day (NOT)

'Brokeback' Takes Top Film at Gay Awards

Tuesday, March 28, 2006

A new transgender resource

I've added a link in my Blogs and Blogoids list to Transgender Workplace Diversity. This looks like a good place for the latest developments in anti-discrimination laws, among other things.

Monday, March 27, 2006

Save some trees: OptOut

My mail today consisted of one magazine, the Carnegie Hall monthly guide, a "personalized pocket directory" of restaurants at which I can get discounts, and four solicitations for donations or membership renewals--but not a single offer of a "pre-approved" credit card. I realized I haven't had any in a while. This was not an accident (nor a reflection on my credit rating, thank you).

A few weeks ago I "opted out" from receiving such offers. I went to OptOutPreScreen.com and requested a stop to these things for five years. (To get a permanent stop you have to send a letter.)

The OptOut operation is not something the credit reporting companies are doing voluntarily, of course. They are required to offer consumers this by the Fair Credit Reporting Act (FCRA).

It's a great idea. I used to get at least a dozen of these things every week. Frequently I'd get one in my male name, and an identical one for Caprice (I think I asked for an optout for each of "us.") The thing takes a few weeks to go into effect, but it really seems to work.

So do yourself, the forests, and your postal service deliverer a favor: OptOut!

Some people never know when to give up

Someone found this blog by doing a search for "dominant crossdressing." I'm 579th on the list!

Searching for Clayelle

Last fall I wrote a little post concerning Clayelle Dalferes, one of the weekend announcers at WQXR, New York's classical radio station. I e-mailed it to her, and she sent a very nice reply, which I posted as a comment. Almost every week since then one or two people find this blog doing a web search for her. On Saturday one of them added the comment, "Clayelle Dalferes could hold my attention just reading the phone book." Just now someone did a search for "Clayelle Dalferes beautiful voice."

Yes. Her voice is beautiful. It is sultry. It is, I'm going to say it, sexy. Not what one would expect on a classical music station. I'm not at all surprised at the number of web searches for her.

Over the months a number of the searches have been for "Clayelle Dalferes photo." Well there aren't any on the web, other than the baby picture she put on her profile on the WQXR site. She remains the mystery woman, at least visually.

Sunday, March 26, 2006

Judges on the dance floor?

Thursday was the LGBT Lawyers Assn of Greater New York Foundation (LeGaL Foundation) Annual Dinner, Dance, Art Show & Sale at the Ritz-Carlton downtown. This was the second one of these I've been to, my first as a member of the board of directors.

Things started out much better for me this year--my cab driver knew where he was going. Last year we had to wander around Battery Park City for a while, until he found it.

On my way in I saw my friend Ivan Dominguez, the chair of the New York County Lawyers Assn (NYCLA) LGBT Issues Committee. He was walking in, as he works (and lives) nearby. No cabs necessary for him. We went in together, and a hotel staffer directed us to the second floor, where we were given our name tags. I got two: my regular one, which indicated I was seated at table 21 (in the teeniest type), plus a second one identifying me as Foundation board member. I stuck the first one in my purse, and clipped the second one to my blouse.

Ah yes, my blouse. It was this nice multi-colored print overblouse that I've had forever, which I wore with my good old black-on-black embossed paisley pants. And even with maybe 150+ gay guys there, you have no idea how much my blouse stood out. They may have been gay, but they were still lawyers, coming from work--it was a sea of grey and black suits. A few had colorful shirts. (Of course there were a good number of women there also. But lesbian lawyers dress even more conservatively than the gay male ones. There were two that wore red sweaters.)

We were pretty early, and there wasn't much of a line for drinks. I got one and strolled around, looking at the artwork being auctioned (the only thing I really liked were these very small oil paintings of various views through windows in Europe. But at $400 minimum each I thought they were way overpriced.) The hors d'oeuvres were served frequently, but I stuck to the bite-sized ones--trying to eat chicken on a skewer is quite hazardous to my make-up.

I said hello to a number of people I knew, mainly from the board, but a few others--unlike last year, when I knew only about two. I caught a brief sight of Congressman Rangel, who I think was the only high official to actually show up, if only for a few minutes. (At the dinner we were read a long list of officials who had accepted invitations, but outside of the judges I don't think anyone but Rangel and a City commissioner representing Mayor Bloomberg actually attended.)

Eventually they opened the doors to the dining room, and I went in and found table 21--at the outer edge near the far wall. I was the first, chose the seat most directly facing the dance floor, and started glancing at the program. Just as some other people arrived at the table, Ivan came and invited me to sit at the Cadwaladar table, where they had an empty seat. His firm, Cadwalader, Wickersham and Taft, was one of the "Platinum" sponsors of the event, so their table was one of the best, closest to the center. I accepted this "upgrade"--though I had to assure one my now former tablemates that it wasn't something they said. (I found out later that one of the former tablemates was Tom Shanahan, who has represented a number transgender people in high-profile cases. It may have been he whom I had assured.)

But I went off to the Cadwalader table, where everyone except Ivan was a very young associate at the firm--one had just started a couple weeks ago. We ate the dinner (a nice salad, decent chicken, a good chocolate tart), while a short presentation was made. We heard a letter from Mayor Bloomberg read by one of his commissioners (with jokes about it not being a proclamation), and awards were presented to all of the past presidents of the organization. Ivan excused himself right after the meal--he had to get up for a breakfast meeting with Mayor Bloomberg at Gracie Mansion the next day.

Eventually people were encouraged to get up and dance to the disco music that had been playing in the background all evening. There were male couples dancing, female couples dancing, even a one or two couple of opposite sex! I recognized two or three of the dancers were judges. Now I know that there are human beings under judges' robes, but somehow seeing one doing the frug just destroyed my image of the profession (can anyone imagine Ruth Bader Ginsburg doing the frug?)--very much like how my image of teachers was destroyed when I joined my wife and her former colleagues at a bar where they had been TGIFing for a couple of hours (not to mention an end-of-term party we went to).

No one enticed me to the dance floor, so after a little while watching I left. There was a nice line of cabs waiting, and a hotel doorman to call one and handle the door, and I went off to Lips for a nitecap. I sat down at the bar next to Stephanie of MyFemSpirit, and we had chatted. Frankie Cocktail, the bartender, asked if we knew each other. Did we know each other? For years and years--I got measured for my first custom corset in her apartment. I was too late for Jesse Volt's show (though I did get to say hello to her), but Ginger did a couple of special numbers for some friends there: Good Morning, Baltimore from Hairspray (one of the people was visiting from Baltimore), and Talk Dirty to the Animals. She was great.

Saturday, March 25, 2006

Another person who needs to learn how to do web searches

"what happens if i cut the skirt off my 91 caprice?"
People: you're not supposed to type in a question, like this one.
Anyhow, to answer the question, I have no idea. But if you cut my skirt off I will be very angry.

Variations on a (spam) theme IX

Babes to get you gratified?
Babes to get you satiated
Babes to get you satiated?
Explicit Babes to get you satisfied!
Explicit Girls for you satisfaction
Explicit Ladies to get your-person sated!
Far beyond the norm Babes to get yourself sated?
Far beyond the norm Girls for you repletion
Gals to get you happy?
Girls to get you gratified
Girls to get you satiated
Girls to get you satisfied
Hard Girls to get you satiated!
Hardcore Gals for yourself atonement!
Hardcore Girls to get yourself satisfied!
Intense Babes to get you gratified
Intense Babes to get you satiated
Intense Babes to get you satiated!
Intense Girls to get you happy?
Intense Girls to get you satiated!
Intense Ladies for you satiation?
Ladies to get you satisfied?
Ladies to get your-person happy?
Women to get you happy!
Women to get you satiated?
Women to get your-person satiated?

If you like this sort of, er, inventiveness see my previous installments, starting with this one. I update them (and this one) continually, as more examples arrive.

These actually have gotten kind of quiet lately--and the spam volume I have been receiving is down a fair amount, also.

Thursday, March 23, 2006

Update on The Project

It's been over a week since I posted an update on my Great Office Clean-Up Project. Despite my colonoscopy, and my cold, things are progressing. My desk is long since done. I took the time to reorganize it. I moved my multifunction printer from over my left shoulder to the right of my monitor, on the desk itself. This allowed me to move the shelf on which my photo-printer sits a couple inches, which allowed me to squeeze in a DVD player and a VCR, which sits under the cable box, which sits under the 9" TV I have off to the left. (Yes I have two printers--not that I print very many photos. But occasionally I do. Mostly I just keep the photo printer loaded with #10 envelopes.) There's still room for more stuff--specifically a component that I think will convert the video signal to VGA, so I can feed it to the monitor. This will be nice when I'm on the exercise machine back in the corner--having a 21.3" picture is a lot better than a 9" one. But I'm not going to be setting that up right now.

I interrupted my office clean-up to work on the top of the dresser in my little dressing area. It was literally overflowing with papers that I had taken out of my pants pockets and just plopped there--mostly credit card and ATM receipts. I stuffed them in a big envelope which went into one of the big plastic storage containers marked "Misc. Financial" which sit in the wall unit. The envelope is marked "Misc. Receipts Late 2004-Early 2006"--that stuff was accumulating on my dresser for about 18 months.

I've pretty much emptied out/organized the wall unit where I hope to fit a lot of the stuff that's sitting in boxes right now. There are plastic storage containers for "telephone stuff," "maps," "electrical stuff," "computer hardware" (two of them, actually), "hardware," "souvenirs," etc., etc. My favorite is a shoebox-sized one marked "misc. little things." I've even cleaned out my tool box, and put all of the screws and nails and other non-tool stuff into a separate container.

But all the stuff in all the boxes I still have is not all going to fit into the wall unit, not by a long shot. I'm going to have to get rid a lot more stuff. I am trying. Today I took 4 bags of shredded stuff down to the basement, but I'm actually pacing myself--the shredder only overheated once today.

Tomorrow (Thursday) is a day off--it's the LGBT Lawyers Assn of Greater New York (LeGaL) Annual Dinner-Dance. I'm going to go gather my outfit for it right now.

Wednesday, March 22, 2006

A coyote in Central Park??!!

Wily Coyote Captured in Central Park
Oh my goodness! I live a half-a-block from Central Park. The park basically functions as my backyard, and now I have to watch out for coyotes there?

Tuesday, March 21, 2006

Mission accomplished

This afternoon I went down to the hospital, and the nice, young, cute lady doctor had someone put me to sleep and then she stuck a telescope or something up my tushy and found nothing wrong. Or so she said. I was totally asleep. There is no physical evidence she did anything. For all I know she and her crew just watched a soap opera on the myriad of LCD monitors that were hanging on arms all over the little room.

So now I'm home, eating pasta. The worst part of today's events was the 1+ hour wait in the chilly prep room in two thin hospital gowns after they put the IV in my arm, because the doctor was running way behind schedule. At least they gave me a blanket.

Since nothing was found, I don't need to do this again for another seven years. Hopefully in seven years they'll have found an easier but still safe way of cleaning you out, instead of having to drink all that horrible Golytely stuff.

I'm taking it easy this evening. My meeting of the NY County Lawyers Assn (NYCLA) LGBT Issues Committee was postponed. My cold is quite a bit better, actually--even without having taken anything for it (so the medication wouldn't interfere with the colonoscopy). But I'm still tired. Tomorrow it's back to work on The Great Office Clean-Up Project. I wish I could go the NYCLA reception for Christine Quinn, but The Project is more important.

(I wonder when this post will actually get in--Blogger's having problems.)

Wish me luck

I'm just about to go off to my colonoscopy. The records of my other one just came in on my fax today from my previous doctor (I had asked for them a couple weeks ago!). It turns out I'm more overdue for this one than I thought. I figured I was due for one a year, maybe 18 months ago. It turns out I should have had it nearly 2½ years ago.

Monday, March 20, 2006

Why I'm up so early

One of the great perks of being retired is the ability to sleep as late as I want most of the time. And since I'm usually up until 2:00 or 3:00am, or even later, I frequently don't roll out of bed until about 10:00. But today was different.

I got up early so I could eat my breakfast early. Tomorrow afternoon I'm having a colonoscopy, and this was my last opportunity to have solid food before the procedure. For the rest of the day it's just liquids, jello and such. Rule: they can't be red or purple (try finding non-red diet jello--the only kind my supermarket had was lemon). Then this evening I have to drink a gallon of this yucky stuff, Golytely, which will clean out my gastro-intestinal track. What fun. I have lots of reading material ready by the toilet.

(They used to have a different, less-yucky way of cleaning things out, using a laxative, which is what I used for my previous colonoscopy. But apparently some patients had bad side effects, so they went back to this way.)

At least I think I'm having a colonoscopy tomorrow. The problem is, I've come down with a cold. I don't know how that affects things. I'm going to call the doctor's office in a few minutes to see what they have to say. Stay tuned for further developments.

UPDATE: I just got off the phone with the physician's assistant. She said as long as I'm not running a fever they can do the procedure. And she said it may actually help me in one regard--with a cold I might not be able to taste the Golytely.

(Misleading) headline of the day

Eagle Lays 1st Egg in 50 Yrs on Santa Cruz
I thought that was pretty old for an eagle to be laying eggs.

Sunday, March 19, 2006

Grey Souls/Les âmes grises

Last night I made my only visit to this year's Rendez-Vous with French Cinema of the Film Society of Lincoln Center. The film was Les âmes grises, which translates to "Grey Souls." Superficially a murder mystery set in a French village near the front during 1917, it really delves into the effect of war on people.

It is a quintessential French movie: it ends quite ambiguously--we never do learn who the murderer was. It is also sad, extremely sad. There isn't a really happy person to be found, except perhaps one, and she meets an untimely death. There are a lot of deaths in the film, beyond the direct casualties of the war.

The acting was excellent, the pacing a bit slow (but that's to be expected from a French film), the cinematography deliberately subdued. The director, Yves Angelo, kept everything taut. Even his Q&A after the screening was subdued and taut.

It's certainly not a fun movie. But if you do like French film, this is a good one.

Straw men for a straw brain?

Bush Using Straw-Man Arguments in Speeches says the headline from the AP. This tactic has occured so often it has to be by design. It's bad enough if Bush is trying to fool the American public into believing that his policies are the only reasonable alternatives. But what if he actually believes this stuff? That's really scary.

Saturday, March 18, 2006

I kinda doubt he found what he was looking for here

Someone just Googled "overgrown breasts." This blog was listed first.

And avoid South Dakota while you're at it

Abortion Law May Affect S.D. Tourism
Let the people of South Dakota know that electing neanderthals has a cost. Spend your tourist dollars elsewhere. Massachusetts comes to mind.

Stay away from Denny's

Man Shot Dead at Calif. Denny's Restaurant
Three Denny's shootings in three days! Add Denny's to my list of dangerous places to avoid. Previous entries: Wal-Mart (twice) and Starbucks.

Friday, March 17, 2006

Weird web search of the day

"chevy caprice police love it" came here.

Blogger problems?

I've been trying to change my template for a while, with no luck. I wonder if this post will publish.

Wednesday, March 15, 2006

Beware the Ides of March!

I'm talking to you, Julius!

(P.S. I love your salad.)

Variations on a (spam) theme VIII

Don't be isolated again?
Don't be isolated again!
Don't be isolated once again
Don't be lonely again?
Don't be not fullfilled again?
Don't be not fullfilled once again!
Don't be not gratified once again!
Don't be not happy once again
Don't be single once more?
Don't be unfullfilled again
Don't be ungratified again
Don't be ungratified once again!
Don't be unsated once more!
Don't be unsatisfied once again!
Never be alone once again
Never be alone once again!
Never be isolated again
Never be lonely again?
Never be lonely once again?
Never be lonely once again!
Never be not fullfilled again?
Never be not fullfilled once again!
Never be not gratified again?
Never be not happy again?
Never be not happy once more?
Never be ungratified again!
Never be unsatiated again!
Never be unsatisfied once more!

If you like this sort of, er, inventiveness see my previous installments, starting with this one. I update them (and this one) continually, as more examples arrive.

Tuesday, March 14, 2006

The Great Office Cleaning Project Update

Now there's lots of wood on my desk visible! And I found the receipt for my TV, which I've been looking for for ages. I have an extended warranty on it that runs for another 18 months. The receipt was in a big envelope marked "2003-2004 Receipts," which had been hiding behind my computer monitor. I didn't even remember I had put it there.

I'm actually about 80% done with the desk, and I should finish it tomorrow--though I am going to have to spend some time with the people coming to fix my windows. No, not the one running on my computer (though that one could use some work, too), the ones that are supposed to keep the outside air outside. One of them isn't. The only way I can keep it closed is to jam a couple of plastic wedges between the window and the frame. There's another one that is extremely hard to open--maybe they can adjust that.

Also, the contractor is coming to fix up the grout. Hopefully they'll all be done by noon, and I can get back to The Project.

Monday, March 13, 2006

Template fix

I've diddled with my template a little. I fixed a bug on my left side margins, so things should be a little more readable. I've also made the post headline font larger, and the dates blue. I think from now on I will not be using all-caps for my headlines.

Sunday, March 12, 2006

OFFICE CLEAN-UP PROJECT STATUS

I did get a couple of good days of work in on it Wednesday and Thursday. (Friday I had a doctors appointment, watched Wisconsin lose its first game in the Big Ten men's basketball tournament, and I also went out with my wife in the evening. But I did have time to go and buy some big plastic storage boxes. They're not pretty, but they fit pretty well on the shelves in the wall units in my office. They're great for holding large numbers of small items.) Yesterday I ended up getting nothing done, after doing some research for our trip to Spain and getting cleaned up for our dinner out and opera in the evening.

But I can actually see some bare wood on my desk now!

I have nothing special planned for today (Sunday), so I should be able to really get back to work.

Saturday, March 11, 2006

WEIRD WEB SEARCH OF THE DAY

Somebody was looking for "washers for the meat packing industry" and found my blog. They had to go to page 23 of the search--which means they looked at listings for 100s of higher ranked sites! Talk about persistence.

ART BUCHWALD IS DYING

It is sad to read that political satirist Art Buchwald is living his last few days, having decided he did not want to be tethered to a dialysis machine so many hours a week.

When I was younger, much younger, I eagerly awaited his three-times-a-week newspaper column, where his exagerated fictional characters pointed out the failings of the people in power. I think I started reading him when I was in high school. Somewhere along the line I stopped reading him--perhaps it was when I moved to New York, and his column wasn't available in the Times.

But also somewhere along the line I acquired a comedy album he did. It's around here somewhere--I'll have to dig it out. It explained how he became a Paris-based columnist for the New York Herald Tribune--without ever having graduated high school or college. (When USC discovered he lacked a high school diploma, they made him a "special student." He said he later got his revenge, when he was named alumnus of the year.)

I also remember seeing him at the Robert F. Kennedy Memorial Fund Pro-Am Tennis Tournament out in Forest Hills. He wasn't exactly the greatest player. All he hit was lobs. Totally. When he played Billie Jean King he called the match "The Lobber vs. the Libber."

So now he's spending his last few days in a hospice, attended by family members, various Kennedys, and award-bearing writers. Except it's gone beyond a few days. They're calling him "The Man Who Wouldn't Die," as he explained in a Washington Post column a few days ago. He checked into the hospice at the beginning of February. He's been there so long Medicare has stopped paying for it. Meanwhile, he's having the best time of his life, he says.

NO SURPRISE HERE

Bush's Approval Rating Falls to New Low says an AP-Ipsos poll. Even his Republican supporters are beginning to desert him. He is alienating his social conservative base (which he no longer needs to get himself into office) with some of his pro-business proposals, such as the Dubai port debacle and his immigration "reforms." The business bloc already was in his corner, so it's a net loss for his support.

The poll also indicated more people want the Democrats running Congress than the Republicans. Unfortunately, this doesn't mean the Democrats will actually win in November. It's amazing how many people think Congress is failing in its job, but that their representatives are OK. They haven't figured out that Congress isn't going to change unless they change who they vote for.

Thursday, March 09, 2006

TODAY'S WEIRD WEB SEARCH

"thisby and pyramus is stupid"
Is this a real search, or just someone expressing an opinion?

Wednesday, March 08, 2006

WEIRD WEB SEARCH OF THE DAY

"world record holder for longest headstand" actually lists this blog first!

300 AND COUNTING (SLOWLY)

This is my 300th post on this blog. Granted, I haven't had much time for it the last few days, with my Office Clean-up Project.
Briefly: Saturday I went to the New York Philharmonic, where Frank Peter Zimmermann did a fantastic job with the Brahms Violin Concerto. Monday I did my volunteer lawyer thing for the Name Change Project at the West Village TransLegal Clinic, followed by some dinner at Lips, and then Jason Cosmo's show at Therapy. Yesterday, after a lawyer's appointment (even lawyers need lawyers sometimes), I went to the Sarah Bernhardt exhibition at the Jewish Museum. I didn't finish it. The most interesting part so far is listening to a recording she made--her "golden voice" was well-named. I also loved some of the art nouveau posters for her plays. Finally, I went to a private meeting of people active on the MyHusbandBetty Message Boards.

Monday, March 06, 2006

SOMEBODY REALLY HAS TO LEARN HOW TO DO WEB SEARCHES

"do you have any pictures of the uniforms for men's snowboard cross" hit this blog.

And, no, I don't.

OSCARS, MY QUICK THOUGHTS

No big surprises--I've read a few things that said Crash could upset Brokeback Mountain for Best Picture. It wasn't totally out of left field, such in 1981, when Chariots of Fire beat out On Golden Pond and Reds. Of course, Crash was the only one of the five nominees I haven't seen.

I was a little disappointed Transamerica didn't win in either of the categories it was nominated in. I knew Felicity Huffman had an uphill battle against Reese Witherspoon in Walk the Line for Best Actress, but I was hoping Dolly Parton's "Travelin' Thru" might pull out a win for Best Song. Instead a hip-hop mess, "It's Hard Out Here For A Pimp" from Hustle & Flow, won. Actually, I thought the third nominee, "In the Deep" from Crash, was the best. I guess the Academy voters wanted to seem hip and with it.

I thought Jon Stewart did an OK job as host, not great, but not a disaster either--though I could have done without his opening "Good evening, ladies, gentlemen, and Felicity" line.

I thought the music they played during the acceptance speeches was distracting, annoying, and just plain disrespectful of the winners. They need to find another way of keeping them short.

Finally, the dresses. The best dress I saw was Salma Hayek's. I loved the color. I can't think of any that were really bad--Charlize Theron's was a little bit much, with the big bow or whatever on the shoulder, but she's stunning enough to carry it off.

Sunday, March 05, 2006

AN OMINOUS WEB SEARCH

Someone in Dallas, Texas just reached my blog doing a search for "jewish names in forbes 400." I don't get good vibes about this one.

Friday, March 03, 2006

THE PROJECT, FOURTH DAY (WITH BROKEBACK)

Things are going along nicely. I can actually sit on the floor and have room to sort things into piles.

I did take off early today, though. We went and saw Brokeback Mountain. It was a lot sadder than I anticipated. Heath Ledger was superb--actually everyone was excellent. I thought it moved a little too slowly in the beginning, but otherwise my only problem was understanding a bit of the dialogue here and there--a little too much mumbling.

This brings me up to four of the five films nominated for the best picture Oscar--my usual number. I think there has only been one year I had seen all five.

IT MUST BE QUITE A VIDEO

People keep doing web searches for "video of gazelle running into tree" and reaching my blog.

I'm also getting quite a few for Jamie Salé. Now those I understand.

Thursday, March 02, 2006

THE PROJECT, THIRD DAY

(I'm not counting days like yesterday, when I don't do much of anything.) I'm continuing to make good progress with The Great Office Clean-up Project. My wife came in earlier, and said, "Wow, you can actually walk in here now." Well, you can, a little. But there is still a lot of floor space covered with stuff that has to go.

It's surprisingly satisfying to do this basically menial work. I can see the results of my labors, that I'm really accomplishing something. It struck me how different this is to my last job, where for the last two years I was working on a project where I rarely felt this way.

WEB SEARCH OF THE DAY

where in nj can i practice discus throwing found my blog. Sorry, I can't help with this one.

A DAY OFF (AND A NIGHT OUT)

Wednesday was my day off from my office cleaning project this week. I had a 6:00pm meeting of the LeGaL Foundation board, and with all the hair removal I need to do to present as a woman, I had to get started before noon to prepare. So I just slept late, got up, got on the computer for a bit, and had breakfast. Then I got cleaned up, put my clothes in my suitcase (the same old black-on-black paisley slacks, this time with a black and white print silk blouse) and went off to CDI to do my make-up and change clothes.

The LeGaL board meeting was also an envelope stuffing session. While we took care of business we also assembled the invitations to our annual dinner. (You know the quality of the stationery is pretty good when you can stuff over a hundred envelopes and not get a single paper cut.) That went on until after 9:00, and by the time I found a mailbox (everyone took a big bag of invitations to mail) and a cab, it was 9:35 by the time I got back to CDI. I was very surprised to find the open house over--just one keyholder was there, watching television. She told me where everyone went, so after a pit stop and make-up refreshment I walked up a couple blocks to the bar where some of the people had gone. I had time for one drink (and some peanuts), before some of the people went home, and I joined two others in a trip downtown to the Monster Bar.

There, we found several others from the open house. I had a drink upstairs (courtesy of Mel, the Monster manager who appeared to have just gotten off duty). Then some of us went downstairs for some dancing. Then we waited for Jesse Volt's show. This week it was surprisingly good--no surgically enhanced pageant contestants, rather ShaBoomBoom doing her lipsync drag comedy and some good dancing, and Bianca Leigh. Bianca, singing in her own voice, was excellent. It was the first time she had appeared in Jesse's show in quite a while. Jesse, of course, introduced her as the movie star from Transamerica. And Jesse's numbers were at her usual high level. The only down point of the show, as far as I'm concerned, was the "Ass Is Tight" contest, where audience members, frequently drunk, can win prizes (CD's, DVD's, theater tickets) by holding them between their ass cheeks for 10 seconds--with or without their underwear on. It's not what I call scintillating entertainment.

After the show I said hello to Bianca, just to confirm she'd be working at Lips Monday, when I expect to be there after I do my volunteer lawyer work at the West Village TransLegal Clinic Name Change Project. Then it was back to CDI to change back to male mode.

Wednesday, March 01, 2006

MY NEW PROJECT, SECOND DAY

Progress report: 2.8 boxes processed Tuesday. Four bags of paper shredded (up from two yesterday). I have yet to find anything I've been looking for for ages, but there's still lots to go through.

Tomorrow will be a light day. I have a six o'clock meeting of the board of the LeGaL Foundation, and will take most if not all of the afternoon to prepare and get to it.

THE FAMILY SHOULD KEEP IT A SECRET

Saturday I went to a revival of a 1993 one-person play called Family Secrets. My wife and I were going out with another couple, and this show caught her eye. Back then Ben Brantley raved about it in a New York Times review. So we went.

It's still in previews, but I very much doubt my opinion would change if I saw it after it opens. It is simply the worst "comedy" I have ever seen. When 10 minutes went by before the first time I laughed, I decided to keep count. The result: I laughed all of seven times in the 90 minutes or so.

The play is about a Jewish family transplanted from the Bronx to California, back in the 80s. This was mentioned by at least a couple of the five characters portrayed. I don't know why--the locales seemed to make no difference to the characters. The characters, a couple of whom may have been cutting edge in the 80s, were already dated in 90s. Now, they just complete the set of stereotypes portrayed by actor/co-writer Sherry Glaser. Her rendition of Mort, the father, was the worst. The padding she wore to simulate his paunch looked like overgrown breasts. The voice she used wasn't masculine--at best it was non-feminine. Basically, it was just weird.

People started trickling out of the theater before the half-hour mark. I wish I had joined them.

Tuesday, February 28, 2006

JUSTICE PREVAILS

Subway Seat Groceries Ticket Tossed by Judge
My first question is, what did the cop testify to on the question of the emptiness of the train. Or, if I am correctly reading between the lines of this sparse report, did he even bother to show up for the hearing?

My second question is, what was the hearing officer deliberating about for 37 minutes?

WHY AM I NOT SURPRISED?

Olympic Viewership Falls 37 Pct. From 2002
NBC did not help its ratings with its Sunday night coverage of the closing ceremonies. They started out with a segment by Tom Brokaw on the much-belated awarding of the Congressional Medal of Honor to an African-American for his World War II heroism not far from Torino. It was a great segment, but it ran the better part of an hour. I wonder how many people tuned in to see the ceremonies, found a long history lesson, and switched channels. NBC seemed to have forgotten that people who tune into the Olympics want to see the Olympics.

HEADLINE OF THE DAY (yesterday, really)

Chocolate Linked to Lower Blood Pressure
My only problem with this is that I don't have high blood pressure.

MY NEW PROJECT, FIRST DAY

My first day of my office clean-up project went pretty good. I had some errands to do, so I didn't get started until about 2:30. But I was able to work all the way until 9:00, because my wife was out at a class. I emptied three boxes, and cleaned up a little stuff from the floor.

As you may have guessed, I'm a pack rat. I have trouble throwing things out--I can think of a reason to keep everything. But I'm trying. Most of the stuff I came across today was financial records from 1993, 1998, and 2003-4. Most of the 2003-4 stuff I kept, but it's now neatly stored in file folders in a file cabinet. I didn't have much trouble shredding the 1993 things, but I really had to will myself to get rid of the 1998 stuff.

In addition to the financial records, I also found a bag of stuff that I had already set aside for shredding--it must have been from the time when my old shredder died, and I didn't buy a new one for a while. So my shredder got a real workout--so much so that it overheated and shut down twice.

I think it was a good start to my project. But I'm tired. It's work. I'll try to post a real article after I pay a couple bills. But no guaranties.

Monday, February 27, 2006

A NEW PROJECT

In the morning I will be starting my new project--cleaning up my office. Despite being retired for two years now, I haven't found time to go though all the boxes of stuff from our last move, properly store what I want to keep, and get rid of what I don't. Some of this stuff has been around since 1988, and this is long overdue. Then there's the piles of un-boxed stuff. It's really a mess--every horizontal surface is covered with something, except for a narrow path from the door to my desk.

So I'm not going to have as much time to blog for a while--I'm guessing maybe a month. In order to concentrate on this, I'm going to curtail my entertainment life as much as possible until I finish. So there will be less to blog about to begin with. But the most important tactic I will use will be to TURN OFF THIS COMPUTER. From 9:00am until 9:00pm, at least on the days I will be dedicating to the clean-up project, this distraction will cease.

I still plan to blog some. But the slices of my life I recount here will have to be a bit thinner for a while.

Sunday, February 26, 2006

RE-MEASURE FOR MORE PLEASURE

My wife wanted to go with a friend to something that I was uninterested in last Friday evening, so I was looking around for something to do. Then an e-mail popped into my inbox from broadwayoffers.com offering discount tickets to Measure for Pleasure, in previews at the Public Theater. The synopsis was:

"Will Blunt is in love with Molly, a young transvestite prostitute. But when Blunt rescues him from a life on the streets, he doesn't count on Molly falling in love with Dashwood, the handsome womanizing rake.

Restoration comedy meets modern sex farce in this romantic adventure, exploring the elusive nature of happiness; featuring mistaken identities, duels and double-dealings, gay marriage, and the obligatory sex cave."
"Young transvestite prostitute?" Sounded perfect for the members of Crossdressers International (CDI) . Having a parental advisory didn't hurt, either. I used our Yahoo group messaging feature to see if anyone was interested in this, and I got a couple nibbles.

Then I got an e-mail from another member, Rita (this was Little Rita, as opposed to Big Rita, who is, let's just say, bigger). Rita's an actor, and she had just been offered tickets to the play for free! Free certainly beats $42 (plus service charges I'm sure). After some more e-mailing there were three of us going to see it.

So Friday afternoon arrived and I went off to the CDI apartment to change. I didn't want to get too dressed up, so I just wore a red Bill Blass sweater with a fringed shawl collar, and a pair of black-on-black paisley slacks. Eventually Rita showed up, and changed into a nice black dress, but Madeline was delayed--she had to go to the theater as a man.

We cabbed down to the theater, where Rita got the tickets from the window, but we had to wait in the lobby until they got the theater open. Then it was upstairs to the Anspacher Stage. Carved out of the original Astor Library main reading room, pillars still intact, it's a surprisingly intimate thrust stage auditorium seating 275, with no one more than eight rows back. But it extends vertically three very tall levels, up to a skylight.

The big name in the cast was Wayne Knight, "Newman" from Seinfeld. There was also Euan Morton, who played Boy George in Taboo, both in London and on Broadway--playing the transvestite here. (Is he getting typecast?)

Things started out with Michael Stuhlbarg, in character as Will Blunt the valet, giving the cellphone/candy wrapper spiel, with an additional warning that there was no intermission, and that he didn't want anyone going out in the middle, then coming back and asking "What did I miss?" He also made some remarks about the late arrivals, reminiscent of the Manager of the Stage at the P.D.Q. Bach concerts.

The actual play started, and it was quite clear the parental advisory for "explicit verse" was quite real--this is a bawdy farce set in 1751, with Restoration-appropriate verse. The characters, with names like Peter Lustforth, Dick Dashwood, Molly Tawdry and Hermione Goode, went about lusting and plotting and masquerading. The big problem was that they kept doing it and doing it and doing it. The novelty of the explicit verse eventually wore off for a lot of the audience. The first act went on for an hour and a half, and after a quick intermission they returned for another 45 minutes. Finally, a Gilbert and Sullivan-worthy ending set everything all right, and everyone lived happily ever after.

Except the audience.

The acting was excellent, the set inventive (scenery kept swinging up from the floor), the costumes beautiful (even the stagehands were appropriately costumed--a couple of the female ones were corseted, pushing up their cleavage far beyond that of any stagehand I've ever encountered). But the play was just too long. As Rita put it in the cab to a nice dinner at East of Eighth, "It needs a re-write--with a pair of scissors."

Saturday, February 25, 2006

VARIATIONS ON A (SPAM) THEME VII

Babes for your atonement?
Babes for your gratification?
Babes for your happyness!
Explicit Girls for your-person satisfaction!
Explicit Ladies for you satiety?
Extreme Babes for you satiety?
Extreme Girls for you gratification?
Extreme Girls for your-person satiety
Extreme Ladies for you satisfaction!
Extreme Ladies for your-person happyness?
Far beyond the norm Babes for you fullfillness?
Far beyond the norm Gals for you fullfillness
Gals for your gratification
Gals for your gratification!
Gals for your happyness?
Gals for your satisfaction
Gals for your satisfaction?
Girls for your atonement?
Girls for your gratification
Girls for your satisfaction!
Hard Babes for you satisfaction?
Hard Gals for you repletion
Hard Gals for you satiation!
Hard Ladies for you fullfillness
Hard Ladies for yourself fullfillness
Hard Women for you gratification
Hardcore Ladies for you satisfaction?
Hardcore Women for your satiation
Intense Girls for you satiation?
Intense Ladies for you repletion!
Ladies for your atonement
Ladies for your fullfillness
Ladies for your gratification!
Ladies for your satiation!
Women for your happyness?

I was a bit surprised, but "atonement" is a synonym for "satisfaction," at least according to Roget.

I think this is actually two separate sets of spam, but they are sufficiently similar that I am combining them.

If you like this sort of, er, inventiveness see my previous installments, starting with this one. I update them (and this one) continually, as more examples arrive.

Friday, February 24, 2006

CABLE A LA CARTE? NON, MERCI

Poll: TV Viewers Want Choice in Cable
The head of the FCC and some members of Congress have been pushing for the requirement that cable TV companies offer their subscribers "a la carte" pricing. People would be able to choose exactly which channels they'd get, and would pay only for those. 40 percent of the people polled thought it would reduce their cable bills. 25 percent thought it would increase them. Both groups could be right, actually.

There is one overriding fact that everyone should remember: the cable companies are not going to lose money on this deal. Unless they can somehow reduce their costs, they will make sure that they get at least as much revenue with a la carte pricing as with the current tiered system, one way or another. Which basically means that if they get less money from the people who want few channels, they'll have to get more from the people who want a lot.

People like me.

I'm hoping that if a la carte pricing does go through, it will be structured so only those getting a very small number of channels will see their bills go down. If people realize that say, 30 channels a la carte costs about the same as 250 with the tiers, they won't bother. This actually would not be that difficult to justify, if they charge high amounts for very popular channels like ESPN, because ESPN charges the cable companies a lot.

But I'd be happiest if they just leave things alone.

23 SECONDS OF FAME

I was on the LGBT Center's public access cable TV show "Out at the Center" last night. They shot me commenting at the reception for NYC Council Speaker Christine Quinn last month.

I, uh, really, uh, have to, uh, learn not to, uh, say "uh" so much when I, uh, do these, uh, things.

Thursday, February 23, 2006

POOR LITTLE PRINCE

The UK's Prince Charles is suing a British newspaper because they printed excerpts of his diary. One of the things in the diary was a rant about being uncomfortable in a Club Class seat, flying to Hong Kong. Club Class is British Airways' name for business class, and on a 747 it comprises the upper deck.

Poor Prince Charlie, royally relegated to business class. He should try sitting in a coach seat for 14 hours. He'd never complain about sitting in business class again, I'm sure.

Wednesday, February 22, 2006

CHRISTIAN TETZLAFF PLAYS BRAHMS

I just got back from a performance of Johannes Brahms' three sonatas for violin and piano played by Christian Tetzlaff and Lars Vogt. It was part of the Lincoln Center Great Performers' Virtuoso Recitals series, at Alice Tully Hall.

First, I should say that Brahms is not very high on my list of favorite composers. I find most of his work pleasant and pretty, but seldom exciting, even in the hands of the best musicians. Furthermore, I seldom go to solo recitals, accompanied by piano or not--I don't remember going to a violin recital since I was in college nearly 40 years ago (I subscribed to a four concert series of touring performers one year. One was a young violinist who had to struggle out on to the stage on crutches. I think his name was Perlman. I wonder whatever became of him.)

So this recital a) was quite unusual for me, and b) did not raise much in the way of expectations going in. I'm still trying to remember exactly why I bought tickets--most likely because my wife was particularly interested in it.

Anyhow, I went. My wife was coming from a class, so we arranged just to meet at the seats. Since I was by myself I decided to save a few bucks and take the bus, instead of a cab. Actually it was two buses, but the transfer worked well. I got there in plenty of time to check my coat--and found the same guy who usually checks coats across the street at Avery Fisher Hall. He said there was no performance there this evening.

I found my seat, in the third row way on the right. It would give me a good view of Tetzlaff--and the underside of the piano. My wife arrived with a few minutes to spare. The musicians eventually came on stage--without a warning to turn off cellphones. They both wore black business suits and black shirts. Tetzlaff added a burnt orange tie.

The first two sonatas were just what I expected--pleasant and pretty. Tetzlaff is a fine violinist to be sure, but sometimes he seemed a just tiny bit tentative, e.g. he sometimes delaying the tiniest bit in starting the vibrato for a note. With an orchestra playing behind him I'm sure I wouldn't have noticed, but with only the piano accompaniment (despite the names of the sonatas the piano was clearly subordinate in all three) it did stick out.

Intermission (a seemingly brief one) followed--I was glad the yummy new brownies offered in Avery Fisher Hall were available here, too. I saw one woman in a very nice black lace party dress with cute black and white pumps. Presumably she had attended whatever dinner they had had in the lobby preceding the recital. Then it was back to the seats for Sonata No. 3.

The third was much more to my liking--much more passionate than the first two, rather un-Brahms, in my opinion. It was rather short, and after three ovations they returned to the stage carrying more music for an encore. Tetzlaff announced it would be Antonín Dvorák's Sonatina, Opus 100. Unlike the Brahms works, this piece was a bit familiar to me. I think it might even have been more familiar to Tetzlaff also, because I heard no tentativeness here. It was my favorite part of the evening.

SPAM OF THE DAY

"With Virility Patch your penis will be able to reach from New York to Los Angeles"
But my wife is here with me in New York.

WEIRD WEB SEARCH OF THE DAY

frist rent apartment as install and own apartment in new york city found my blog. They probably meant "first," not "frist," but it's still pretty weird.

Tuesday, February 21, 2006

CALLING MR. BLACKWELL













The Associated Press says Olympics Figure Skating Outfits Lacking Style. That's putting it mildly. Not even the tackiest drag queen in the world would be caught dead in some of those outfits.

THEY CALL THAT A LOT OF SPAM?

In China Said Cracking Down on Junk E-Mail, it was reported that the official Xinhua News Agency said that 16.8 pieces of junk mail were received by the average Chinese e-mail subscriber. Per week.

16.8 per week? What are they complaining about? I'd be very happy if I had that few per day. My main e-mail address has been getting close to 60 a day lately. And I'm only counting real spam, not advertisements from companies I deal with.

MY TAKE ON THE OLYMPICS (GENERAL)

I haven't written very much about the Olympics. I've been watching them a lot, and enjoying them a lot (I've got USA v Russia in men's hockey on right now), but I think they are far less important than a lot of people seem to.

I used to feel otherwise. I remember watching them on TV all the way back to 1960. I fantasized being an Olympian. I contributed to the U.S. Olympic Committee ("America doesn't send a team to the Olympics, Americans do.") I was enthralled by Bud Greenspan's Olympiad Series on television. I actually went to the 1976 Olympics in Montreal, the entire 16 days.

But I have since come to realize that the original ideas behind the Olympics have been overwhelmed--not that they were perfect in the first place. As I have gotten older, I have come to put the stories of the Olympic athletes and their successes and failures in perspective. Each games there are new stories of athletes achieving their life-long dreams. There are new people going beyond their expectations--and many more falling short, frequently dismally short. The Olympic stage does not bring out the best performances in some. There are always controversies, allegations of cheating, doping, judging incompetence if not outright corruption.

The Olympics have become basically one big commercial operation. Sure, there are no sponsors' signs at the venues. But we all know that the the bulk of the money for the games comes from the television networks, especially the American one. They get the money by selling commercial time, promising the buyers large audiences for their ads. To get the large audiences they hype up the American athletes, frequently way beyond reason.

Most of the athletes, at least most of the ones contending for the medals, are full-time professionals. The idea that they are representing their countries is secondary at best, especially for those in the individual events. They are frequently the products of very expensive athlete production operations. For instance, the big alpine ski teams are equipped with hundreds of thousands of dollars of skis. The ski manufacturers will provide them because having their skis used by Olympic racers, especially by Olympic race winners, is great advertising, and will help them sell more skis. And unfortunately, the athlete production operations (with or without the consent of the athletes) are not above cutting corners, such as with doping, to get their people up on the winners' podium.

And this is where I really lost a lot of my enthusiasm for the Olympics. The commercialism I can take. It's the motivation of the athletes I have problems with. Someone once did a poll of Olympic athletes. They were asked if they would take an undetectable drug that would guarantee them a gold medal, but would also cut twenty years off their lives. As I remember, a good majority said yes. I think they also asked if they would take a similar drug that would that would cut their life in half, and nearly 30 percent would use that also. I lost a lot of my admiration for Olympic athletes. I think sports should enhance one's life, not decrease it. I think these people's priorities are out of whack.

I do still enjoy watching them, but it's more like I'm just watching a performance being given for my entertainment. I look at the quest for Olympic glory with a great deal of skepticism. If that's what the competitors want to do with their lives, that's OK, as long as they don't cheat, but I no longer dream of being one--and it's not a life-style I'd advocate for any young person.

JAIL FOR HOLOCAUST DENIERS?

A right-wing British historian has been sentenced to three years in jail by an Austrian court after he admitted he had denied the existence of the holocaust. Now, I certainly think the holocaust existed (I lost an aunt and uncle, and an unknown number of their children), and I think that holocaust denial should be countered whenever it occurs. But I don't think throwing people in jail for it is the right way to go.

I believe in the power of free speech. I believe that if falsehoods such as holocaust denial are freely met with the truth, most people will recognize the truth eventually. Jailing the disseminators of falsehoods just makes them martyrs. It drives their ideas underground, where they cannot be met with the truth, and where they can grow unmolested. Making holocaust denial a crime is short-sighted and counter-productive.

BIRTH ANNOUNCEMENT

As I previously noted, the parents of the missing and presumed dead Toga, the baby penguin chick-napped from a UK zoo last December, were expecting another child. The egg hatched last Tuesday. The chick has not yet been named.

CLEVELAND CAR RENTAL NOTES

They built this great facility for people renting cars when they fly into the Cleveland airport. The problem is, it's not at the Cleveland airport. It's not adjacent to the airport. It's not even close to the airport. You get on a bus at the terminal and you ride and ride, for miles. Past wide open fields. Past buildings for rent. But I guess it wasn't really that far from civilization. As I was going in (finally) I saw a pizza delivery guy leaving.

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So I found the Avis counter (it was the furthest one, of course). There were half a dozen stations for agents there (only one of which was in use, of course). The agent did call out to me that someone would help me shortly. I noticed another Avis employee come out from a doorway behind the counter, but she just went over to a soda machine (excuse me, a pop machine, this was in Cleveland). She bought one and returned to the room behind the counter (I'm guessing to a recently-delivered pizza). Meanwhile, the agent at the counter was explaining each insurance option to this quartet of guys, who debated the pro's and con's of each one at length. Actually I'm just assuming that, because they were speaking a language with which I am not familiar. After a couple of these debates the agent excused himself, walked over to the doorway and stuck his head in, presumably to talk to someone. Then he came back and called out to me that someone would help me shortly. But no one came out of the doorway. I'm guessing it was a large pizza.

Eventually all of the insurance questions were debated and answered, and the fuel service ones as well, and everything was signed and initialed and the quartet departed for the car lot. At last it was my turn. The agent apologized for the wait. I told him I had a reservation and gave him my name. He checked and informed me I was a Preferred Customer, and I should go directly to the lot to get my car. So I had been waiting for nothing. (I did check my Avis card later, and by golly I am Preferred. I never noticed, because I had only rented from Avis here in Manhattan, where being Preferred makes no difference, as far as I can tell.)

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The car I got was a very nice Chevy Malibu. I could adjust the seat and steering wheel to my liking (I like to sit very straight up when I drive). It had good acceleration (not that I'm into jack-rabbit starts these days, but it's nice for getting on highways) and, more important, good brakes. It even turned on its headlights automatically--one less thing to worry about. It also had more buttons than I could possibly learn in a three-day weekend. I don't ever remember driving a car with a "menu" button before.

When I got to my mother's house and went in I noticed yet another button new to me, this one on the key-chain transmitter thingy. It had a circular arrow on it. There were actually instructions for using it on the back: first press lock, then press the circular arrow button for two seconds. I then guessed, correctly it turned out, that this was the anti-Mafia hit button: it would start the car remotely. As a bonus, it would warm up the car before we got in (assuming it hadn't exploded)--not a bad thing when the outside temperature was 9 degrees, as the car informed us. It could also be used to scare the shit out of someone, if you parked on the street and you used it just when they were walking by. But I didn't get to use that feature, because nobody was walking by in the 9 degree weather.

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I was not surprised that the highway exit to return the car was a different one from the exit for the airport. I was surprised that there were no gas stations between the highway and the car rental facility. Avis soaked me for a quarter tank at their "fuel service" rate.

And the Avis lot was the furthest one, of course.

AIRPORT SMELLS

An acceptable counter-measure to the kerosene smell of jet fuel is not cinnabons.

AIRPORT ANNOUNCEMENTS

I had some time to kill in the Cleveland airport before the flight back to New York. I started listening to the announcements, because they were a bit different than the usual "now boarding," gate changes, security warnings and "John Doe, meet your party at the baggage carousel." There were a series of ones like, "Will the man who left his cellphone at security checkpoint B please return to claim it." In less than a half hour people also left "a flashlight with a key attached," a leather jacket, and, my favorite, "silver jewelry." Plus one ski glove left at the information desk.

And then there were two different announcements of "Mr. X, will you please return to the Y carousel. You took the wrong luggage."

Monday, February 20, 2006

TV INTERNET

So here I am in a hotel room in Cleveland, waiting for my wife to finish packing. I'm sitting on the bed, with a dinky, little wireless keyboard on my lap, composing this blog entry on the television. The screen resolution must be somewhere around 200X160. There's no mouse--I have to navigate with the arrow keys. PgUp and PgDn have become good friends.

ou have tobe careful that it doesn't skipletters or spaces, especially double leters and capitals. It treats the Del key the same as the backspace.

I gues it's better than nothing.

The biggest news of the trip is that my sister-in-law is now a Justice of the Peace. It wasn't that easy for her to get the position. One of Mitt Romney's minions dragged her feet for some unknown reason (because my sister-in-law is a lesbian? Or just because she's a Democrat? who knows?) So she had her local state representatives start pressuring them (this after her original application with recommendations from the mayor, the chief of police, etc., etc.), and this week the appointment came through.

So if anyone wants to get married in Massachusetts let me know. She's thinking of doing a package deal with my sister, who's a lawyer: a pre-nup and wedding for one low price.

Saturday, February 18, 2006

HELLO FROM CLEVELAND

Hi all! I'm posting this from Cleveland (more accurately, a suburb thereof), on a little weekend visit to my family. I'm on my brother's computer now, but back in the hotel room all I have is TV Internet. I probably could post from that, but it would be a challenge. Maybe I'll try later.

Not much to report, really, except it's cold. A couple days ago it was 60 degrees, both here and back and in New York. The last I looked it was 12 here now.

I did just reject a comment, from someone who said wearing women's clothes was against Allah, and we should die a thousand deaths. He also said he was from Iran. Funny, but there was no visitor from Iran on my log. Just one from an AOLer here in the U.S. at that time. Really, JS, you're going to have to do better than that.

We're just hanging out with my family now--don't even feel like doing any sightseeing. So I'm going back to watch the Olympics with them.

Friday, February 17, 2006

JAIME SALÉ--GORGEOUS!

Jaime Salé just keeps looking better and better. She's been on the "Olympic Ice" one-hour Show that NBC runs at 6:00pm every day, that's devoted solely to figure skating. (BTW, I couldn't find a recent close-up of her--this one is from 2002, I'm pretty sure.) It's a fun show--lots of jokes, but still gives a lot of backgound to the skating. It's hosted by Mary Carillo, another favorite of mine, all the way back to when she was a world class tennis player. Mary is looking pretty good, too, with her new straight hair.

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If you like this sort of, er, inventiveness see my previous installments, starting with this one. I update them (and this one) continually, as more examples arrive.

YESTERDAY'S WEIRD WEB SEARCHES

"girls not tall but can still play basketball songs"
"what did the people in new france were 2 dinner partys"
'"gazelle running into" tree' plus another just looking for "gazelle filmclip"

4,000 VISITS (SOMEHOW)

Despite the problems blogger.com has had today (or maybe yesterday, since I don't even know what day this post will actually be dated), this blog logged its 4,000th visit during the last few hours. It was just slightly over a month ago that it hit 3,000. It's good to know that there are some people interested in what I write. So I'm going to keep writing. The Olympics are taking up a lot of my time now, but I'll try to keep the articles coming, at least short ones.

So thanks, faithful readers. But please, do put in your comments. I don't mind criticism, if you explain where you think I'm wrong--and if you're not rude. You don't have to have a Blogger account--just type a name in the "other" box.

Thanks again.

Wednesday, February 15, 2006

HELLO IRAN!

Somebody just visited my blog from Iran! It wasn't even by random chance: they were doing a search for "golden glob wallpaper" and found this.

So far I haven't had any visitors from Iraq that I can remember. None from Cuba or North Korea either. But China and Vietnam, yes, if I'm remembering correctly.

HASTA LA VISTA--I THINK

We're going on vacation to Spain at the end of April. This will actually be the first new country for me since my first visit to France in 1969!--assuming you don't count airports. If you do count airports, then Barbados and St. Lucia are the latest, which we hit on the way to Martinique a couple years ago. (Martinique doesn't count, as it's a full-fledged "department" (state) of France.)

Though my wife can speak some Spanish, I don't speak much at all, not beyond "por favor," "gracias," "hola," "adios," and, I think, "hasta la vista." I don't even know how to ask where the restroom is. I really need a traveler's phrase book.

Hopefully I'll be able to blog a bit when I get there. Hopefully it will be a better situation than when we were in Martinique. I was only able to get online once during the week or so we were there--the public computer in the lobby of our hotel was broken when I got around to trying it. I did once manage to find another one--in a laundromat of all places! But that kind of makes sense: get on the net while your clothes are washing.

Tuesday, February 14, 2006

VALENTINE'S DINNER

My wife and I went out for a Valentine's Day dinner earlier this evening. This year we went to one of our favorite restaurants, Compass, instead of going to one of the hot new restaurants we've read about, as in previous years. Every year we'd be disappointed. Last year we tried going to a place we had been to a few times over the years, Terrace in the Sky up by Columbia University. But we were still disappointed--the food was about as good as it had been on previous visits, but the service was really poor.

So this year we went back to the tried and true. We got a booth as we had requested (OK, as my wife had requested--she's the one who makes restaurant reservations usually). It makes the largish room much more intimate--especially with the one we got, that had a pillar pretty much hiding us from view on the open end.

There was a very limited prix-fixe menu available, but that wasn't a problem--actually, what was a problem was choosing between the "Heirloom Beets" (with black truffles, goat cheese and pistachios) and the risotto (with foie gras, chestnuts and butternut squash) for the appetizer. I love foie gras, so I went with the risotto. For my main course I had sirloin steak and braised oxtail, which came with fingerling potatoes and a truffle Bernaise sauce. I don't have beef very often, but I was in the mood. For dessert, chocolate-hazelnut tart. My wife had the same appetizer and dessert, but chose the pan-seared red snapper for her entrée. We decided to get the wine pairing--a 3 oz. glass specially chosen to go with each dish.

But before the appetizers came (but after a great basket of rolls and bread), a little "amuse bouche" appeared. It consisted of three tiny things each: an oyster (very appropriate for Valentine's Day) with some sort of sauce, a little piece of foie gras on some sort of cracker, and a third, I can't remember what exactly, in a tiny pie crust. And to accompany all this was a small glass of a Spanish sparkling wine, Cava. It certainly was as good as most champagnes I've had.

The risotto was next, along with its wine, the 2001 Damilano Barolo from the Piedmont region of Italy. The wine was served by the sommelier, who gave an explanation of why he thought it was right for the dish. Most of what he said went right over my head. My wine vocabulary doesn't get too far beyond white and red. There are a few types (i.e. type of grape) that I recognize, e.g. merlot or riesling, and I can sort of understand and recognize sweet vs. dry, spicy and fruity, but when you get to oak, and waxy, and such terms, I'm lost. Anyhow, his choice worked well with the risotto--which was marvelous, with a generous portion of beautifully seared foie gras in it.

Next were the entrées. I was surprised that the sirloin was sliced. The portion seamed a bit skimpy. I had to search for the oxtail. It was shredded, and was hiding under the potatoes and a layer of braised watercress. The steak was superb. I ordered it medium-rare, and it came just the way I like it--pink on the inside, but still cooked (and hot) all the way through. What really surprised me was the sauce. Usually I find Bernaise sauce to be unnecessary, even distracting, for any good steak. But this example was the best I've ever had, and added to the wonderful taste of the meat. The oxtail was quite nice, too, though I think it would not have worked too well just on its own--but accompanying the steak it was fine.

This time the sommelier brought a California cabernet sauvignon, the 2001 Valentine "Echo Valley." Yes, he had a Valentine wine for Valentine's Day. How cute. He poured me a generous amount--quite a bit more than the 3 oz. we had been promised. And regardless of the name, it was a great pairing with the steak.

Of course, it turned out that the portion was not skimpy. Perhaps I was misled by the huge plate it was served on, but the amount was fine.

The chocolate-hazelnut "tarts" came, though it was more of a multilayer sandwich than a tart to my eyes. It was very good, though not quite up to the level of the previous courses. The sommelier came again, with some sweet dessert wine, the 2000 Banyuls "Vigne d'en Traginer" from the Roussillon region in southern France.

Were we done? No. We wanted coffee, which was not on the prix-fixe menu--nor was it offered by the waiter (I suspect it was not an oversight. I think the restaurant would prefer people not lingering over coffee on a very busy evening like Valentine's Day). And then more food came, a trio of tiny after-desserts: a tiny marshmallow heart, an equally tiny strawberry shortcake, and a chocolate "lollipop," some dribbled dark chocolate stuck to the end of a six inch stick--all very nice. Oh, yes, I almost forgot--they gave us a little box of chocolates to take home (on normal nights they give little scones).

After paying the bill (don't ask--but it was just a few dollars less than the monthly rent on my first apartment in New York, back in 1973) we went out to retrieve our coats. It was an excellent meal, certainly the best Valentine's Day dinner I've ever had, and it was worth the cost. (It is nice being able to afford such things.) My only complaints were about not being offered coffee, and about the up-tempo pop music they piped in. It certainly wasn't necessary once the place started really filling up.

On the way out one of the hostesses (not the one in the great, lacy black skirt with the asymmetrical hem) handed my wife a long-stemmed red rose--a nice touch. But I noticed that they did not give a rose to the gay couple leaving right behind us. How unfair. We need same-sex marriage!
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ADDED AFTERTHOUGHT: I have realized that I may have judged Compass' actions concerning the roses too hastily. Perhaps it was just a gender thing--maybe if it were a lesbian couple both of them would have gotten roses. The more I think about it, that's probably the way it was. If a mixed group with an unequal number of men and women came in, I'm sure they would given all of the women roses.

Of course, this brings up the entirely different question of gender discrimination.

Monday, February 13, 2006

UGLY MEDALS

I didn't realize the Italians are so into bling. The medals being awarded at the Torino Olympics are the ugliest ones ever. About 4 inches across, with a big hole in the middle. They look like industrial-sized metal washers. The hole is supposed to represent the open space of an Italian piazza. I think it represents the open space between the designer's ears. Maybe it's a product placement for a donut company.

And you know what some of the medal winners, at least some of the male ones, are going to do with that hole.

Sunday, February 12, 2006

OUR DANGEROUS VP

Cheney Accidentally Shoots Fellow Hunter
Vice President Cheney has been known to go hunting with Supreme Court Justice Antonin Scalia. Hmmmm....

BIG SNOW!

We're in a major snowstorm here in NYC. I read that there was a foot of snow in Central Park by 8:00am--not that I'm going out to check the measurement. Maybe another 4 to 5 inches are on the way. This would get it close to the top ten snowfalls in the city's history.

As I said, I'm not going out in it. We got our grocery deliveries yesterday, so we're all set. I'll stay home and watch the Olympics.

Maybe it will clear up enough by tomorrow afternoon so I can make Lisa Jackson's performance. Otherwise, the only thing I need to go out for is to get some valentines for my wife.

Saturday, February 11, 2006

OLYMPIC RINGERS?

I enjoyed the Opening Ceremonies of the Winter Olympics last night. The part where the performers portrayed a ski-jumper was great.

But what I want to know is, did the Italians hire stand-ins for the women on their team for the athletes' entry into the stadium? They were all gorgeous.

Friday, February 10, 2006

WEB SEARCH OF THE DAY

"pictures of rasputins penis" listed my blog as fifth. Sorry, I can't help with this one.

MILLROSE GAMES

Last Friday night I made my annual in-person visit to the world of track and field: the Millrose Games at Madison Square Garden.

I've been going to the Millrose Games almost every year since 1975. They've changed quite a bit since then, as has track and field in general, I'm not sure for the better. Thirty years ago there were three big track meets in Madison Square Garden every winter: The Millrose Games, the Olympic Invitational, and the National Indoor Championships, then called the AAU Indoor Championships (as it was run by the Amateur Athletic Union). Then the Olympic Invitational went across the Hudson to the Meadowlands for a year or two, and then disappeared. The AAU Championships departed for a longer track, and a bigger arena, in Atlanta if I remember correctly. (Longer tracks mean quicker times because there are fewer turns to slow the runners down.) And the AAU itself has since disappeared--the national governing body is now USA Track & Field.

But the Millrose Games stayed at the Garden. This was the 99th year, and they show no signs of departing--they announced a crowd of 14,000+. Maybe that included some no-shows, but there were plenty of people there. And they've greatly raised the ticket prices over the years, also. The best seats are now $90. (Compare this to the current price of the Indoor Championships, now in Boston. The best tickets there are $25 for each of two days. I should say that the comparison is not quite fair--I doubt the Championships have to pay any athletes appearance fees to show up, which I'm sure the Millrose Games does.)

One of the bigger changes Millrose has made in the last few years is to greatly reduce the number of college relay teams participating. There used to be dozens, divided up into many different races at the same distances. They would get colleges from all over the eastern half of the country--sometimes my Wisconsin Badgers were even represented. Now it's much more local, and there is just one race at each distance for each gender--only the top teams were invited.

They have added some other events. The women's pole vault has been contested since 1998, as it was added internationally in 1992. The men's shotput, formerly contested offsite earlier in the day, is now held in the Garden in the evening.

Other changes have been made to increase the spectator-friendliness of the event. A very upbeat announcer/interviewer is used, instead of the old monotone name and number guy. Rock and hip-hop music is played in the background. Videos are shown up on the scoreboard screens between running events--anything to keep the audience from being bored (and also to that end they have eliminated the individual races longer than a mile--there used to be one for each gender).

Last year they made another big change. Previously they would have the short sprints and hurdle races in the middle of the evening. This required them to disassemble the running track at both ends, and then reassemble it for the remaining longer events. It's a good 15 minutes for the former, and a bit longer for the latter. But last year they put the short races at the end of the night, so they never had to reassemble the track. I thought this worked pretty well, but someone thought otherwise. This year they went back to the old way.

Anyhow, I went, and I was immediately put off because I was early, but they had already started--my ticket said 6:30, but the program said things had started at 6:00. Now the events I missed certainly weren't of any great importance--first a pair of 4X400m Masters relays (masters being athletes over 40 years of age), one for each gender--then a couple of 4-lap relays for "youths" (youths being undefined in the program--apparently elementary schoolers, judging from the names of the teams entered). (Strangely, a lap this year was 145 meters, slightly shorter than the standard 160 yards.) Finally there was a "junior girls" 800m race, with contestants 11 to 14 years of age--the single 14 year-old being imported from California.

I missed all that, and I wasn't happy. I got to my seat in time for several 4X400m relays for high schoolers from differing geographical areas, plus one for Catholic high school girls. The last two were for the NYC public high schools. All of these races had several loud cheering sections, urging on their schoolmates.

I really wasn't too interested in any of these, except if a race was close. But at 7:00 they finally got to my favorite event, the pole vault. They started with the women's competition. This has been a Millrose event only since 1998, after being added internationally in 1992. Seven of the eight previous years it was won by Stacy Dragila, the American record holder both indoors and out. But this year she was absent. Present, however, was the second best American, Jenn Stuczynski. The announcer gave her a big build-up. But the event, and Stuczynski, were a big disappointment. There were six competitors, and one was eliminated at each of the first two heights (three misses in a row and you're out). Stuczynski passed at both heights, saving her energy for the higher ones. All four remaining made 4.40m (14-5¼), Stuczynski being the only one who needed two attempts. Then all four missed all three of their attempts at 4.47m (14-8¼)--12 misses in a row, which is not terribly exciting. And that was it. One vaulter became the winner because she had fewer misses. Stuczynski actually came in fourth, because of her miss at 4.40m--she only took 5 vaults altogether.

There was one nice thing about the event, though. They had a lighted sign that gave the vaulter's name and height attempted after each vault. This was very helpful, because they did not wear any numbers or names on their skimpy uniforms (think two-piece bathing suit).

Then the male pole vaulters started warming up. Meanwhile, there had been all sorts of races going on, plus the women's high jump--a track meet has been likened to a three-ring circus. Curiously, there was no men's high jump. Included was the longest individual event of the evening, at least time-wise: the men's one-mile race walk. The only ones longer were a couple of 4X800m relays.

Race-walking is this ridiculous-looking thing where the competitors are required to keep one foot on the ground at all times (there are judges stationed around the track to check on this). The result is this weird hip-swinging gait, especially at a distance of only a mile (in the Olympics the men walk 20K and 50K, 13+ miles and 30 miles). The winner took less than 6 minutes--only two minutes less than it takes athletes to run it. After a relay they held the Girls' High School Mile (with lots of screaming schoolmates in the stands). It was won by Danielle Tauro from Southern Regional (NJ) H.S.--last year's fifth place finisher.

Eventually they got to the end of the first set of races on the track, and a crew of men (I think they were all men) came out to disassemble the ends of the banked oval.
Meanwhile they got the men's pole vault going. I think it may actually have started a bit ahead of schedule, because the women's had gone so fast. Again there were six competitors. The men did attach their names to their shirts, so I could tell who they were, at least with my binoculars. As usual Toby Stephenson stood out as the only one wearing a helmet.

The men's competition was much better, with the lead changing hands several times. One competitor, Brad Walker, strategically passed his last two attempts at a height after missing. That gave him only two shots at the next one, but he made it on the second one. Then he passed the height after that entirely. Eventually it came down to him and Jeff Hartwig, a four-time winner of the event (though not since 2002). They both took three shots at 5.80m (19-0¼), but neither could make it. But Walker had passed at 5.73m (18-9½), which Hartwig made, so he won.

Meanwhile, they finished with the track, and ran the straight races down the middle of the arena. The runners actually go under the stands past the finish line, where there's a mat-covered wall to stop them. First they had the hurdles, men's and women's, college and open. 39-year old Gail Devers was making her return to competition after a year off to give birth to her first child. She finished far out, coming in fourth. The most memorable part of the hurdles was Andrea Bliss, who hit a hurdle and crashed to the floor, injuring her arm. She was down on the floor a long time, before she was ready to get up--a tween girl sitting next to me was amazed that the photographers just took her picture, rather than helping her. She's got a lot to learn about life and work. They tried to make a big deal of Terrence Trammell's attempt to be the first man to win both the hurdles and the dash at the Millrose Games, but he only placed third over the barriers.

Then they removed the hurdles for the dashes. They had the "Fastest Kid in New York City" 50m races for boys and girls 8-9 years old (they were cute, but a couple seemed really scared being out in front of thousands of people). That was followed by 60m races for high schoolers, then collegians, and finally the adult dashes. None of the names seemed terribly familiar except Trammell's, who came in third again.

When all that was done the crew returned to reassemble the track. They had a lot of trouble--by the time they were done they were half an hour behind schedule.

Meanwhile in the center of the field they set up for the men's shotput. This was a featured event--usually the throwing events, the shot put and weight throw (the indoor version of the hammer throw) are held earlier in the day in a more spacious building. But the U.S. has some very good athletes in the men's shot (some rather animated) so Millrose put them in primetime and prime place--despite the danger of having 16 lb. steel balls flying through the air. And sure enough, while they were warming up, one throw landed smack dab in the middle of the pole vault runway. Fortunately it didn't hit anyone, but it did wake some people up in that area.

As I said, some of the shot putters are animated. They are all big, strong guys, of course. But they have to be as fast as they are strong. Today practically all major shot putters use the spin technique, turning in the throwing circle much like a discus thrower, so it's not just strength and technique. One guy did a cartwheel after being introduced. Another guy has been trying to find a sponsor for a while. Last year he had "This Space For Rent" or something like that, printed on his t-shirt. This year it said "Still No Sponsor." There were four competitors here.

Somehow they chose four spectators from the stands. Each drew the name of one of the shot putters from a hat, and prizes would be awarded to the spectators depending on where "their" man finished. The first prize was a $100 gift card from the sponsor of the event, Visa.

The competition got under way. The announcer, and sometimes the competitors themselves, tried to get the crowd cheering. The T-shirt guy (I forget his name) has this routine before he throws. He stands way out in the landing area, exhorting the crowd. Then he strides to the throwing ring, pulling off his t-shirt and casting it aside. Then he gets to the ring, picks up the shot and throws it. This year his undershirt said "But My Mom Still Loves Me."

Reese Hoffa, last year's winner, did 21.00m (68-10¾) on his first throw, and he need not have thrown again--no one could equal it. Christian Cantwell came close, at 20.88m (68-6), but that was it. However, Hoffa (obviously the favorite of the tween girl sitting next to me--if she ever loses her voice she'll find it in my left ear) did not stop there. His second throw was even longer: 21.65m (71-0½). He followed that with a couple more throws over 21m. His winning throw broke his own Madison Square Garden record--it was 3 centimeters more than he did last year.

Eventually they got the running track back together, way past 10:00pm. They ran the women's mile, where Carmen Douna-Hussar won for the third year in a row. Her Canadian compatriots took the next two spots also, to the chagrin of the very vocal group urging on Ethiopian Mestawot Tadesse. It was a competitive race, but not very fast--14 seconds over the Millrose record. This was followed by the women's 800m, easily won by Jamaican Kenia Sinclair. (The Ethiopian runner came in fifth.) The men's 500m was next--nothing remarkable.

Then came the Boys' High School Mile--time for more schoolmate screaming. The announcer made a big deal of John Coghlan, all the way from Ireland. This would be his first time running on a banked track. It showed--he came in eighth. It was an exciting race, with Dan McManamon of Shenandehowa H.S. in Clifton Park, NY winning by less than a second.

The final event was the "Wanamaker Mile for the Rodman Wanamaker Trophy." It was named after the son of the founder of the Wanamaker Department stores, and it has remained the biggest event in the Millrose Games--despite the fact that there hasn't been a Wanamaker Department Store in New York City for decades. The two big names here were three-time winner Bernard Lagat, originally from Kenya but a new USA citizen, and Ethiopian Kenenisa Bekele. Last year Lagat broke the 24-year old Millrose record of Eamonn Coghlan. Bekele, who holds the world records in the 5,000m and 10,000m outdoors, and the 5,000m indoors, was trying the shorter distance this year (and picking up some appearance money no doubt).

Lagat had no trouble this year, cruising in nearly 5 seconds ahead of Bekele, who needed all the speed he could muster to hang on for second--much to the relief of his loud compatriots in the stands. Lagat's 3:56.85 barely made the top 30 for the Wanamaker Mile all-time. The two took a victory lap, as most of the crowd headed for the exits.

As we were leaving they announced the Outstanding Performer of the Millrose Games. To no one's surprise it was shotputter Reese Hoffa, with his Madison Square Garden (though not Millrose Games) record.