Odalic as lities

I'm leaving the title as is, call it the strangest auto-complete blooper from my phone as I was getting on a plane and jotting down just enough to jog my memory to finish the post once I landed.  I have no idea what the true title was destine to be, doesn't even make sense enough to try to decipher, but it has an odd sort of ring to it, depending on how you decide to pronounce it.  So there! 1. I respect the right to stand up for what you believe in, I respect your right to protest for the last two weeks, I do, really, I do.  After said two weeks of navigating through the extra crowds and extra uniformed officers and the barely navigable streets of lower Manhattan, I'm rather perturbed disgruntled confused with Occupy Wall Street.  Maybe I'm just hitting Liberty at the wrong time each day, but the painted signs seem to deliver a rage against a different issue each day, and for that matter, at different times of the day.  There's poverty, there's greed, corruption, the financial system, and war.  I suppose I'd be a little more sentimental if I understood the message of the masses gathered for what is scheduled (or unscheduled) to be an indefinite stay at Zuccotti Park.  I'm not saying that there aren't multiple things going on with our government, the economy, world relations, corporations, etc. etc. that we shouldn't be concerned with, I'm just suggesting that you might make more noise if you tackle things one at a time.  I've learned a lot over the years, but one thing that follows me everywhere is that there is not a single solution for everything.  There is no magic button.  You need to bring focus, clearly defined goals, achievable results.  The news states the original goal of the storm was to bring financial equality.  If that is what you want, go for it!  But get together, decide on the desired outcome, and work your ass off to get there - period!  It doesn't much help the cause to segue with all the rest of the crap the world seems to be throwing at all of us lately and taint your true message.  Be the voice, but be solid with a message. 2. Speaking of Wall Street, as I was walking to the train on Thursday, I encountered a rather amusing conversation.  An elderly woman stopped an early twenties man and asked for directions.  I didn't quite catch what his response was, but as he walked away, she yelled "F--- you!"   I assumed that she didn't get her answer.  Immediately after this event, and tightly intertwined, was a gentleman in his mid 40's that screamed "F--- everybody!"  There was definitely a lot of of F---ing going on that evening! 3. Blah 4. Blah 5. Blah 6. I enjoy people watching, there, I admitted it!  While at BWI for a layover that was way to long, I decided to grab a drink.  Across the establishment was an attractive lady chatting with some random dude.  Normal.  She was drinking a Corona at first, then slowed down and ordered a Margareta.  What caught me as interesting is when the drink was presented to her, the first action she took was licking the salt from the rim of the glass, all of the salt.  Tongues should be private parts on some people! 7. Blah 8. Blah 9. Blah 10. Monday starts the next year of my life, I'm nervous, excited and anxious all at the same time.  New York becomes home and North Carolina becomes my vacation home. Cheers and G'Night

If I were a new york pigeon

I would be the master of the sidewalk, the follower of the food truck, the windshield crapping champion, the wing flapping winner, the head pecking perfectionist. 1. I would ruffle my tail feathers in the latest fashions 2. I would find the hottest joints to get crumbs for dinner 3. I would drink top shelf puddles 4. I would be stealth and ninja like in my movements to avoid the human foot traffic 5. I would Tweet at every food truck I visited 7. I would not bother carrying an umbrella, my species do not typically melt in the rain 8. I would fly south for the winter, well, I would take a plane, no need to wear out the wings 9. I would be the go to bird for honing in on free Wi-Fi hot spots 10. I would just be a pigeon, the best damn pigeon I could, in a city of millions

Be heard, be strong, be proud

I've been watching the streaming coverage of the 9/11 ceremonies this morning, brushing away tears as I try to explain to my 7 year old daughter what happened 10 years ago today and why Daddy is crying.  No memory I have is as vivid as this day, nothing in my life has affected me as much as this event has.  It's been hard to walk past the WTC site daily for the past few weeks and not get emotional. "Where were you when the world stop turning..." ...in a classroom trying to turn my career book to a new chapter ...in an era where being connected was not as prevalent as it is today ...in a younger body, still to young to fully comprehend the world around me A lot has changed since then.  We are now more connected through social networks and I feel that wholeheartedly, we stand stronger and more united, we cherish relationships, friends, and family more. We stand more tall then we did 10 years ago today, ready to face challenges and sometimes dangers.  We talk more, share more, want to be more.  We take pride in our Nation, and take pride in our heritage, our culture.  We are a diverse Nation, but a united Nation. We have come a long way, but still have a long road ahead. 1. Today is about remembering the events that have reunited a Nation and the lives that were lost. 2. Today is about remembering the voice of the American people. 3. Today is about the strength of a nation, indivisible. 4. Today is about a Nation, proud of her people, who have assembled under one flag from many nations. 5. Today is about heroes, sung and unsung. 6. Today is about generations, new and old. 7. Today is about relationships with those we have lost, and those we are fortunate enough to still have. 8. Today is about looking to the future, without ever forgetting the past, but not letting it stand in the way as we move forward. 9.  Today is about strength and courage, love and passion, hope and honesty. 10. "I pledge allegiance to the Flag of the United States of America and to the Republic for which it stands, one Nation under God, indivisible, with liberty and justice for all." To the countless lives lost by the tragedies of 9/11, God bless, you will never be forgotten! To the countless lives affected by the tragedies of 9/11, God bless, "be heard, be strong, be proud!"
Oh, say, can you see, by the dawn's early light, What so proudly we hailed at the twilight's last gleaming? Whose broad stripes and bright stars, thru the perilous fight, O'er the ramparts we watched, were so gallantly streaming? And the rockets' red glare, the bombs bursting in air, Gave proof through the night that our flag was still there. O say, does that star-spangled banner yet wave O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave?  On the shore dimly seen through the mists of the deep, Where the foe's haughty host in dread silence reposes, What is that which the breeze, o'er the towering steep, As it fitfully blows, half conceals, half discloses? Now it catches the gleam of the morning's first beam, In full glory reflected, now shines on the stream: Tis the star-spangled banner: O, long may it wave O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave! Flag draped from the roof of the Pentagon
And where is that band who so vauntingly swore That the havoc of war and the battle's confusion A home and a country should leave us no more? Their blood has washed out their foul footsteps' pollution. No refuge could save the hireling and slave From the terror of flight or the gloom of the grave: And the star-spangled banner in triumph doth wave O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave.
O, thus be it ever when freemen shall stand, Between their loved home and the war's desolation! Blest with victory and peace, may the heav'n-rescued land Praise the Power that hath made and preserved us a nation! Then conquer we must, when our cause it is just, And this be our motto: "In God is our trust" And the star-spangled banner in triumph shall wave O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave!

Essence de mass transit

You should be 18 to read this post, if you are not 18 and decide to read this post, you will have 14 years of bad luck and an angry Canadian (technically Canada goose, but dictionary.com says Canadian will work too) goose will chase you in your sleep! "And I thank you for those items that you sent me The monkey and the plywood violin I practiced every night, now I'm ready First we take Manhattan..." I wake in the morning, slightly delirious from a late night working and the two vodka tonics to slow my thoughts down and take me to slumber, knowing the day would be long.  I shower the night away and cleanse my mind.  I feel protected, wrapped in a bubble, untouchable. I thrust myself into the train, breaking the bubble as I navigate to the best spot, the mass of bodies raise the temperature to an insane heat.  We brush gently against each other standing face to face grasping for dear life as the train rocks us.  Strobes enhance the effect as we go deep into the ground, the sound of steel grinding masks the words, then silence.  Slow, rhythmic clanking as we switch tracks and back to full speed.  I feel dirty for doing it standing up.  The sweet vapors of sweat swirl in the semi darkness.  Water pours off my forehead, I don't know you, but I need you.  I almost lose my position as we bend into a turn, faster.  I want this again, the essence of the city.  We do it again tonight and at last, we stop, and I get off to wait for the next ride and watch the sun go down, breathless and tired. "Those were the reasons and that was New York, we were running for the money and the flesh." The reality:  The pungent smell of sweat dripping makes me feel dirty as I draw the line between real and fantasy.  I'm connecting to the city to the extent where I may need to [proxy, much obliged for the analogy] pull out the bookends and face the crossroads. "Everybody knows that the dice are loaded Everybody rolls with their fingers crossed" The PATH
  1. Penn Station
  2. Newport
  3. Walk
  4. Porsche
  5. Wicked Willy's
  6. Walk
  7. Caffe Reggio
  8. Walk
  9. WTC
  10. Penn Station
It starts and ends the same. I am exposed. Note:  I owe Q for a statement on a goose and for proofing this post, which hopefully does not offend by being to risque - xoxo my friend. Interesting fact on #7: Where Louisa May Alcott sometimes wrote. Drinkage:
  1. Gin lemonade
  1. Leonard Cohen