I’m sitting in the rooftop balcony of the Library Hotel in Manhattan. Life is rough, yes.
I’ll be in NYC til Sunday. Then we trip on up to Camp Joy/Camp Hope where we’ll stay till July 30.
Glad to be in New York again. My parents came up with us, too, so it’s cool to be able to show them around.
More posts and pictures where I get back
So I finally got around to playing the the Google Maps API. Very nifty.
As a first hack, I made a hurricane tracking map for Dennis. It works cool in Firefox, but not in IE; getting weird errors. I’ll try to figure it out later on. For now, if you’re in a non-IE browser check it out.
I have a few other ideas to work on this, but it’ll be later before I get around to it.
–B
Road rage incident injures children
A mother of three was declared brain dead after a road-rage accident that occurred early this morning as her family headed home from a Fourth of July celebration.
I’m not certain why they call this an “accident.” It was anything but accidental; it was a deliberate attempt to hurt people, resulting in the death of this woman.
“Incident” lacks the punch this deserves; “murder” seems to fit better, though I suppose “assault” would be best. But calling it an accident is ludicrous.
Yesterday was my and Amber’s fourth anniversary. Go us.
Main celebration is scheduled for Saturday. Right now I’m just glad we’ve made it this far without killing each other.
So this Neil Harvey guy is depriving himself of soft drinks for a month. Reading about it has made me think about my love/hate relationship with cokes.
Many moons ago a friend of mine gave up coke for Lent. I wasn’t a Christian at the time but was at the age where, if my friend did it, I was gonna do it. After the allotted time I found I could not stand to drink a soft drink; too sweet, too syrupy, and — honestly — they tasted like crap. This lasted for a number of years.
Somehow — and I’m not really sure how — I got back into drinking carbonated beverages. At one point I was doing 2 liters of Dr Pepper between 8 and 5 which is, you know, not too healthy. I’m not that bad now, but still find that work hours are the hardest for me. This is most likely due to the vending machine near my cube.
I’ve quit drinking these things at various times, usually going through the headaches and other symptoms of caffiene withdrawal. Not a lot of fun, but I’ve decided to do it again. Starting today, no more soft drinks for me, for at least a month. Hey, if a reporter can do it, so can I.
Word to non-southeners: the word “coke” refers to a broader branch of liquid refreshment referred to as “soda” by some and “pop” by others. I guess calling even Pepsi “coke” comes from Coca-Cola’s southern roots, or maybe not, who knows.