This just heard on NPR — According to a recent study by the US Government telecommuting is on the rise as a result of 9/11 and other risks.
Inc. adds there’s a resurgence in telecommuting, which was popular immediately after 9/11. Analysts expect the ranks of telecommuters to grow well past ten million by 2009. Source.
This isn’t good news for Matty Ballgame.
For quite some time I used to be a huge fan of Rob Brezney’s FreeWill Astrology for Horoscopes. I’d send them out to friends on a weekly basis, and found them remarkably accurate. Something has happened over the past few years, however, and I’ve found Rob’s insights slightly less accurate.
Last month during the midst of a particularly trying and confusing period in our lives, Miss Possible brought her favorite horoscope site to my attention. Without going into any detail, as I’d prefer to leave all that out — I found AstrologyZone’s Horoscopes to be incredibly accurate down to the day.
The same holds true for this month, so far.. now, here’s where I begin to question — does believing in a horoscope only further perpetuate it’s truthfulness? Are they just vague statements about any particular person’s potential path that anyone can read into it and find truth? I doubt it. At least not the long analysis that AstrologyZone makes for each month.
I recommend taking a look at their site and checking out their horoscopes — as it’s fairly insightful. If you find any specific truths feel free to leave a comment, as I’m intrigued to see how accurate they are for other people out there.
A topic of frequent discussion amongst the readers and contributors of the Diatribe has been shaving technology. Some feel that the advancements made by Gillette have been earth-shattering, while others feel that the Schick Tracer (circa 1998) is still the best shaver on the market.
This past weekend I bought the latest Gillette Razor (The Fusion Power). Now, the key that Gillette has learned is that not only can you charge more for the cartridges if you add more blades, but you also must include new features in the cartridges in order to entice buyers into the product. Adding a fourth blade to the Mach 3, just ain’t gonna cut it.
This time the addition was a single blade on the back side of the razor that makes it particularly easy to trim sideburns, around the nose or the corners of your mouth. The four blades also make it a lot closer and cleaner of a shave — which I wasn’t particularly expecting.
And for those of you that have not yet switched to the battery-operated razors, I can’t recommend them enough. The buzz and vibration makes it nearly painless to trim up even the most serious stubble. I can’t speak to the ability of trimming goatee’s or other facial hair designs, but I will tell you that the single blad will certainly make it much easier to groom something like that.
So, I’d have to say, that while making the step to the new Fusion cost about $10 and will cost about $15 for a package of new cartridges.. I think it’s worth it considering how close of a shave I got today. Just my two cents.
Today the world found out that Roger “Syd” Barrett passed away several days ago. It was just at the beginning of this year that I paid homage to him with birthday wishes and now I’m writing about his passing. Sixty is too young to die. I knew that Syd was too psychedelicate (to use a term coined by fellow 1960s acid casualty Brian Wilson) to ever perform in public, or even in the studio, again. Nonetheless, for as long as he was alive, I held out a glimmer of hope that he might even step on stage with his Pink Floyd bandmates to at least receive the adulation of his fans. I hope he understands just what his music means to us. Wish you were here.
I watched yesterday’s World Cup final with my friend, Bill, my Italian-American friend Bill. He is also a Yankees fan from New Jersey. You’re probably asking yourself why I am even friends with this guy. He’s not obnoxious on either account and he’s married to a Red Sox fan, so he is somewhat tamed. I’ve watched some classic Sox-Yankees games with him, from the time Manny beat Mariano with a groundball single up the middle in the ninth inning (circa 2002?) to the time Pedro tossed Zimmer to the Fenway turf. Nonetheless, Swedish Girl asked me why I’d go to the home of an ardent Italy supporter to watch the game, especially since she thought Italy would win. I justified that if Bill and I could withstand years of Sox-Yankees games, then France-Italy should be a breeze.
It hasn’t been enough time for me to digest yesterday’s match. It’s only a game, but I feel like it means more. Just look at how patriotic Germany became during their team’s run to the semi-finals. Sales of jerseys and flags skyrocketed and national pride swelled in a country that has struggled with its identity since East unified with West. Football, namely the World Cup, has the power to halt civil wars in Africa so a poor nation can revel in it’s team’s inclusion on the big stage.
I didn’t mean to get all maudlin there. As a man who calls France his motherland, I feel let down today. I won’t go so far as to call Zinedine Zidane my hero. But my football-playing hero let me down. I’m glad he didn’t get away with the head-butt. He deserved the red card and it would have been worse if he had gotten away with it and scored during the Cup-deciding penalty kicks.
Would he have scored in the remaining 20 minutes of overtime? Would he have taken the PK that Trezeguet missed? Did his team suffer a collective let-down after their captain did the unthinkable and deserted them? No one can answer these questions, but we do know for sure that Zidane let his team down, let his country down, and tarnished his legacy, which would have been mythical win or lose. I just can’t imagine how he’ll cope with that red card being his final moment on the pitch. It’s not quite the day after Game 7 in 2003, but with national pride on the line, it stings in a different way. And to Captain Larby, I say congratulazione e schifozo!
In this month’s New York magazine, there’s a great article about Urban Etiquette. That covers everything from elevators, to ipods & cellphones to online dating etiquette.
Excellent read, even for those that don’t live in the Big Apple.. My particular favorite section is that written by David Cross (Tobias) about how to handle a celebrity encounter.
What is the deal with this four-year-long advertising blitz pushing Philadelphia as the new hot vacation destination??? I admit, the only time I’ve been to Philly was when I flew in and prompty took a cab to Delaware. I don’t have a frame of reference, but I’m pretty sure Philly is not more fun when you sleep over.
First, we had to deal with the same commercial for at least three years. You know the one – the spiffy little ad where the only exciting aspects Philadelphia residents could tell us was that Philly has culture, preztels, the Liberty Bell, cheesesteaks, and restaurants. A “baby New York,” is it? Really?
I’ll probably check out Philadelphia sometime, but it’s far down on my list. I’m pretty sure I can get pretzels, Cheez Wiz, and culture in Boston. After a few years, the Philadelphia Chamber of Commerce finally rolled out a new ad and I already miss the toothless cabbie sputtering about Philly’s culture. How is a pudgy guy who’s light in the loafers and prancing around in his pajamas while channeling the spirit of Judy Garland supposed to attract more visitors to Philadelphia?
If anyone has the data to back up this marketing blitz, then prove me wrong. Until then, I’ll be on line making my vacation plans to Flint, Michigan.
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