I usually don't get excited about the newest cell phone technology, but this looks pretty cool.
From Boston.com
With training plans developed by Athlete's Performance - the company that helped prepare Red Sox slugger Manny Ramirez in the off-season - miCoach gauges a user's initial fitness level after a one-mile run. The phone feature transmits the data to the website. In subsequent training runs, a voice built into the MP3 player gives the user instructions to help meet the session's goals.
Monday, June 30, 2008
Thursday, June 26, 2008
"Shaving cream, be nice and clean; Shave every day and you'll always look keen"
During lunch, I was reading an article on Boston.com about how to tactfully tell a co-worker that (s)he stinks. A few years ago, one of my friends in another department used to complain that his cubicle neighber smelled like warm garbage, but I can't think of an instance where lack of personal hygiene has been an issue.
In my experience, it's been the opposite. I worked in a call center for almost 2.5 years after college, and there were about 20 of us housed in one room. We each had our own desk and surrounding area that was sectioned off to create an illusion of personal space; however, no one had any privacy, as the wall partitions only rose about an inch or 2 above our desks. One of my co-workers used to take off his shoes and socks during calls (we had headsets, of course) and clip his toe nails neatly into his trashcan . Another co-worker used to keep a small mirror and tweezers at his desk and pluck his nose hairs. Much to everyone else's amusement, these habits were addressed in a (bolded) bullet point during a staff meeting that warned us "grooming" at our desks was prohibited.
During my final semester at library school, the guy who sat next to me would floss his teeth during the lecture. I eventually ended up moving my seat instead of telling the guy to take care of his gums during the break, because I couldn't wrap my head around the idea that a grown man thought it was appropriate to floss in a classroom. Too bad there was no bolded bullet point to nip that gross habit in the bud.
In my experience, it's been the opposite. I worked in a call center for almost 2.5 years after college, and there were about 20 of us housed in one room. We each had our own desk and surrounding area that was sectioned off to create an illusion of personal space; however, no one had any privacy, as the wall partitions only rose about an inch or 2 above our desks. One of my co-workers used to take off his shoes and socks during calls (we had headsets, of course) and clip his toe nails neatly into his trashcan . Another co-worker used to keep a small mirror and tweezers at his desk and pluck his nose hairs. Much to everyone else's amusement, these habits were addressed in a (bolded) bullet point during a staff meeting that warned us "grooming" at our desks was prohibited.
During my final semester at library school, the guy who sat next to me would floss his teeth during the lecture. I eventually ended up moving my seat instead of telling the guy to take care of his gums during the break, because I couldn't wrap my head around the idea that a grown man thought it was appropriate to floss in a classroom. Too bad there was no bolded bullet point to nip that gross habit in the bud.
Wednesday, June 25, 2008
Ole!
Sometimes food tastes the best right after a wicked hangover. For awhile, the thought of eating makes you want to throw up, but eventually you reach a point where you're so ravenous that you'd kill for a Big Mac. Well, the same holds true for the stomach flu. Up until about half an hour ago, I had eaten 3 crackers in 36 hours. Around 8, I suddenly found myself so hungry that I thought I was going to pass out. Nick took me to Anna's and a silent tear of joy rolled down my face as I ate my super burrito. It tasted so good, that the flavorful warm mix of beans, cheese, lettuce and salsa almost made crapping my brains out for 2 days worth it. Almost.
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Tuesday, June 24, 2008
When You've Been Up Since 4 am With a Stomach Bug...
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Monday, June 23, 2008
Like Nails Down a Chalkboard
Everyone has words that make them cringe. Mine are:
- flesh
- Sorry Mom, but "boobies" is one too. (My mom, and #1 reader, prefers I keep my blog language G-rated.)
- snark
Saturday, June 21, 2008
Shaw's at JFK
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Friday, June 20, 2008
Shear Madness Review
Last night, Nick and I saw, "Shear Madness" at the Charles Playhouse in Boston. The Charles also is home to Blue Man Group, and the bartender told Nick that Josh Beckett, Dustin Pedroia, and (be still my heart) Mike Lowell were at last night's performance. By the time intermission rolled around, I have to admit that one of the main draws to stay and see the second half was not to find out "whodunit!" but for the slim chance that Blue Man Group let out at the same time and I'd catch a glimpse of the Sox rumored to be in attendance.
Without giving too much away, "Shear Madness" is a bit like Clue, only it's set in a hair salon. The first half sets the scene and the second half is for solving the crime (with the audience's help, so pay attention during the first half.) Some of the jokes were timely and funny; however, for the most part, I thought it was cute, but not especially entertaining. Most people think of puns as the lowest form of humor, but I think "Shear Madness" is a clever title. In retrospect, it foreshadows the production because like most puns, sometimes the gags will make you laugh, while other times they'll just make you groan.
Judging by who in the audience was laughing the most (and least), some reactions were potentially as follows:
From the cute group of little girls sitting across the stage:
SHEAR MADNESS is a hair-raising good time!
From the group of out-of-town middle-aged couples sitting behind us:
What a cut up! It's funny, because it's true!
From the teenaged boy sitting with his parents a few rows down and looked like he might take the prop scissors to his throat:
SHEAR badness.
From this blogger:
I wonder what Mike Lowell wore to Blue Man Group?
Without giving too much away, "Shear Madness" is a bit like Clue, only it's set in a hair salon. The first half sets the scene and the second half is for solving the crime (with the audience's help, so pay attention during the first half.) Some of the jokes were timely and funny; however, for the most part, I thought it was cute, but not especially entertaining. Most people think of puns as the lowest form of humor, but I think "Shear Madness" is a clever title. In retrospect, it foreshadows the production because like most puns, sometimes the gags will make you laugh, while other times they'll just make you groan.
Judging by who in the audience was laughing the most (and least), some reactions were potentially as follows:
From the cute group of little girls sitting across the stage:
SHEAR MADNESS is a hair-raising good time!
From the group of out-of-town middle-aged couples sitting behind us:
What a cut up! It's funny, because it's true!
From the teenaged boy sitting with his parents a few rows down and looked like he might take the prop scissors to his throat:
SHEAR badness.
From this blogger:
I wonder what Mike Lowell wore to Blue Man Group?
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