Monthly Archives: November 2009

Brain Rot

Mad cow is caused by wet bovines: This weather sucks. The weather report in Seattle actually differentiated between light drizzles and chance of showers.  Basically, it is either grey and overcast, drizzling, or raining steadily.  Ever two weeks or so the sun breaks through and the natives run out into the streets, gibbering in fear and pointing at the sky. It is so friggin’ wet that slugs drown.  Everything squelches. My skin may like the climate, but the rest of me is longing for home.

Clients from hell: We’ve all had ’em. This site documents ’em.  Hat tip to NvV, who’s minty enough for me, ta ever so much.

Soggy and Saturated

Perfect Seattle weather: It rained in NY, it rained in DC, and it’s raining in Seattle. The ground is soggy.  Fallen leaves clog gutters like soggy Weatabix. Drip, drip, drip.

Actually, this is the perfect kind of weather for visiting a museum, and Seattle has many on offer.  We decide to head south to the Museum of Flight near Seatac Airport.  They are holding a special exibit on Amelia Earhart, and it is a wonderful one.  She gazes out at the camera, calm and confident, little knowing that she was flying into a place in history.  It will be traveling, so catch it if it comes to your city.

The true cost of training: Dilbert sums it up.


Two Weeks, Four Cities, One Carry-on

NY with the sibling: Nothing says Autumn in the City like a rabbi sitting on a pumpkin.
Tracy on a pumpkin


Thatcher dies?  Not quite. A cautionary tale of sending text messages…

A Final Flurry

It’s been an intense week or two: Getting ready for another trip happened to overlap with two major project deadlines, not to mention three ongoing courses.  Yikes.

Remembered Rabin: It has been 14 years since Rabin was assassinated. I was in Tel Aviv over the weekend and passed by kikar rabin as they were setting up for the ceremony.

Flowers and cards:


A small concert under the stairs next to Rabin’s memorial:

The big stage (the sign reads, “Yes to peace, no to violence.”

Typo of the day: Spotted in the window of a clothing store near Ben Yehuda.


Unexpected acts of kindness: The trains were not running, forcing me to shlepp to Rambam on two busses. Ugh. But I watched a young woman soldier give her seat to an old man, and later watched another soldier give his seat to an elderly Arab woman.

Is that a taxi or a plane?  The lack of train service also forced me to take a shared taxi to the airport. Normally, if you drive from Karmiel in the middle of the night, it takes two hours to get to the airport (at least if I drive!). This guy picked me up at 2:20, cut east to Akko and picked up another passenger, and then down the Kriyot for the third and final passenger. He cut over to kvish shesh (Route 6) and, hand to God, was at the airport by 4:00.  Holy crap.  I tipped him just for getting us there alive.

Quiz of the Day

Ideal for geeky TCs and gourmets:  Cheese or Font?  Hat tip to SM.