Monday, March 15, 2010

Breaking News

  • Breaking news: Nilda and I are going to Cabo the first week in May for our third anniversary. The problem with planning a vacation is that you have to sit and wait months for it. The more pressing problem is that this gives Nilda plenty of time to attempt to get my sorry ass in shape.
  • Now that it's getting warm again, I'm back to running again. I'm going through the park listening to Phish, like it's months ago.
  • Thank God February is over. Winter is something to survive. Once February is over, you can see the end.
  • The storm over the weekend was worse than I thought. Trees were falling and shit! Someone woke up on Sunday and learned they were having a bad morning.
  • The most popular blog post ever: "Zodiaq Bianco Carrara Quartz Countertop Compare Look Review." At least twice a week, I get a spam comment on this post. Finally, I have earned the recognition and public approval I deserve.
  • I've signed up for myfooddiary.com to keep track of what I'm eating. It's amazing how motivating a little sad face because you (a) didn't exercise today or (b) had too many saturated fats and/or sodium, can be. Curse you, Haagen Daaz!
  • Nilda luuuvs her design shows and now she's got me hooked on Sarah's House. It's a Canadian show where this Candadian designer buys a Canadian house and renovates it. She goes through all the headaches and problems of a renovation and somehow comes out the other side with a great house. Once you can get beyond the Canadian accent ("Let's check the prohgress on the hause."), it's addictive. Curse you, Nilda!
  • P.S. - Zima still exists. Seriously.

Tuesday, March 9, 2010

Badass Of The Day: Matt Lauer

Karl Rove was the architect of the Bush agenda, yet he's largely been forgotten. He's safe on Fox News and, at most, a relic of a long ago time we're all happy to forget. Now he even has a book out re-writing history. So who's the one holding him accountable? Who's the only person out there asking questions that can make Rove squirm? Matt friggin' Lauer. I always thought of Matt Lauer as the cheesy guy with Katie Couric. But he ripped Karl Rove's balls out through his ass and then mailed them to Dick Cheney. Good job, Matt.

Sunday, March 7, 2010

Oscar Picks

Oscar picks have nothing to do with the movies. The winner selected is either (1) the person everyone wants to win, otherwise known as who's turn it is, or (2) the person or film that the most amount of voters have an incentive to win, which explains why Crash won best film. This is why I rock the office Oscar pool. Here are this year's picks:
  • Picture: Avatar
  • Director: James Cameron
  • Actor: Jeff Bridges
  • Actress: Sandra Bullock
  • Supp. Actor: Christopher Walz
  • Supp. Actress: Mo'Nique
The real race this year is between Hurt Locker and Avatar for best picture and, James Cameron and Kathryn Bigelow for best director. The common belief is that one movie will win for director, the other for best film, though no one can tell which movie will win for which category. I say that both of those voters will cancel each other out and that Avatar will win for both. Yeah, there's some new system of voting, but I don't understand it so it doesn't matter. You are mine, $75.

P.S. - The return of Mary has not been lost on me. Keep writing, we're loving it. It's good to have you back.

Thursday, March 4, 2010

Running

As anyone who knows me is already aware, I am a health and fitness nut. Exercise and a healthy diet is extremely important to me. Since we've moved, I've enjoy running through Inwood Hill Park in the mornings on pretty much a daily basis. There are a few times, however, when running is simply not possible. Let's take a look. I can't run:

  • When it's cold.
  • When it's hot.
  • When it's dark.
  • Uphill.
  • Downhill.
  • When I'm tired.
  • When I have to get up early.
  • When I'm going to be up late that night.
  • In the rain.
  • In the snow.
  • When it looks like it might rain or snow.
  • When I don't feel like it
  • Daylight savings time.
  • Jewish high holidays.
  • And everyone's favorite, when Nilda tells me I don't have to.

As you can see, my motto is just do it. No excuses, Nilda.

Sunday, February 28, 2010

Goodbye, Suit

Goodbye, brown suit. It's been wonderful. We've seen a lot together. You showed me what the color "mushroom" is. But it's time to move on. I tried to delay this for as long as possible. I designated you the suit I wear in the snow, but even now that is too much. It's the end of an era. Goodbye, old friend. Te extrano .

Thursday, February 18, 2010

The Apple Store...

...is an age discrimination case waiting to happen. I went in there tonight and saw only people in their 20's and 30's. It's like Children of the Corn, where people who reach a certain age are sent off into the corn to be sacrificed to He Who Walks Behind the Rows. He wants you too, Malachai.

I get the logic for wanting only young faces in the store. Apple wants to project an image that is hip and cutting edge, and thinks that it needs young employees to accomplish that. It also plays off the stereotype that only young people are good at new technology.

But this logic doesn't hold up in reality. If you've got a question at the store, you're only going to be able to talk to some kid with no real experience. It's like speaking to the assistant manager at Wendy's. They even have the same headsets. People who have been with Apple for years will be removed just as they become valuable, in favor of a kid with no experience. It also sends a terrible message to new employees. A job with Apple is a job with no future. Luckily for Apple, the kids they hire don't think that far ahead.

People should be judged based on their experience and qualifications, not just on their age. This policy based on age keeps out the experienced people that are in the best position to help the company. The longevity and experience that has let Steve Jobs turn Apple into the company it is today is tossed aside in favor of a young face. Jobs is too old to work in one of his own stores.

I'm not saying I'm camping outside of the Apple store looking for clients. But if you're sent into the corn, give me a call.

Wednesday, February 17, 2010

Shani Davis

Shani Davis is now the first speed skater to win two consecutive gold medals in the 1,000 race. While not a badass of the day, he's interesting enough to earn a post.
  • Davis started on roller skates when he was 2. He started ice skating at age 6. His mother, Cherie Davis, worked for an attorney with a speed skating son who recommended that Davis try speed skating.
  • When he was very young (around 10), Davis and his mother moved from the south side of Chicago to the North side so he could be close to a speed skating ice rink.
  • Davis is an African-American athlete in an all white world. His mother, a single mom, has earned a reputation for being overprotective and overly aggressive.
  • When Davis' mother mentioned Michael Phelps’s mother, another single mother of a world-class athlete, she said, “she talks about all they had to go through. I have to laugh. She has no idea.”
  • Davis said of his mother, "Some of the best things in my life have happened to me because I listened to my mother. And some of the worst things in my life have happened to me because I listened to my mother."
  • In the 2006 Olympics in Turin, Italy, he won a gold in the 1,000 meters and a silver in the 1,500.
  • Davis was accused of making the 2006 team because his teammate Apolo Ohno eased up in a race. An arbitrator determined discredited that claim but Davis was still pissed about it.
  • Davis is primarily a long track speed skater, but also trains as a short track racer. He is known as one of the best turners in the sport (he doesn't lose speed going into turns), which he credits to his short track experience.
  • Davis does not train or travel with the US team or use the same coaches. He gets along great with everyone from other countries. Speed skating is an individual sport and Davis thrives on the competition. He does not want to give anything away.
  • Davis is barely known in the US, but is a huge star in the Netherlands, where speed skating is the country's most popular sport.
  • Stephen Colbert made a big push to support the US speed skating team. Davis called Colbert a "jerk," possibly in response to Colbert's skit that was satirical against Canadians. (Colbert and Davis have since reconciled, and all is right in the world.)
  • Davis relies on a panel of coaches rather than one single coach. He looks at them almost like consultants to address specific issues.
  • He is 6-foot-2 and 185 pounds, which is large for long track and a giant for short track.
  • Davis' website has a flash intro page and everything. He's even got a logo.

Monday, February 15, 2010

The Winter Olympics

I love the Olympics. I love watching competitors who have spent their whole lives training for sports that I've never seen or heard of before. Even if it's not important to the rest of the world, it's important to someone. What's not to like. Here's a history on some of the various sports, some of which are surprisingly recent:

The Winter Olympics - The first international multi-sport event specifically for winter sports were the Nordic Games, held in 1901 in Sweden, and were then held every four years thereafter. The organizer, General Viktor Gustaf Balck of Norway, was a charter member of the International Olympic Committee and tried to have these games included in the Olympics. Figure skating was included in the 1908 summer games in London and a week of winter sports were held at the 1912 Olympics in Stockholm. The games were suspended in 1916 due to the outbreak of World War I. An "International Winter Sports Week" was to be held at the 1924 Olympics in France, which soon was retroactively designated as the first Winter Olympics, featuring 16 events.

Biathlon - The biathlon tests the balance of rifle marksmanship with physical exertion. It started out as an exercise for Norwegian soldiers in the 1800s, as an alternative training. The first club was formed in Norway in 1861, to promote national defense at the local level. The biathlon, then called "military patrol," was held at the games in 1924, but did not become an Olympic sport until 1960. Women were first permitted to compete in the Olympic biathlon in the 1992 games in Alberta.

Luge - Like the skeleton and the bobsled, luge originated at a hotel in the health-spa town of St Moritz, Switzerland, in the mid-to-late 1800s. The first recorded use of the term "luge" is from 1905, coming from either the French word meaning "small coasting sled" or a Gaulish word with the same root as English sled.English guests began adapting delivery boys' sleds for recreation, which led to them learning how to steer. Ultimately, a "half-pipe" was built in 1870 to avoid pedestrian collisions, at track which is still in use today. The first organized meeting of the sport took place in 1883 in Switzerland. The luge became part of the Olympics in 1964.

Ski jumping - Ski jumping originates from Norway, where Olaf Rye, a Norwegian lieutenant, jumped 8.5 meters in 1809. The first proper competition was held in 1862. Ski jumping has been part of the Olympics since 1924, though the Large Hill competition was not included until the 1964 games in Innsbruck. The IOC rejected a proposal to allow female ski jumping in 2009. A Canadian judge ruled that while the IOC's policy was discriminatory, Canada did not have jurisdiction over the IOC.

Speed skating - Speed skating dates back over a millennium to Scandinavia, Northern Europe and the Netherlands, where the natives added bones to their shoes and used them to travel on frozen rivers, canals and lakes. Skating for recreation did not develop until the 1500s. In 1592, a Scotsman a skate with a iron blade. The first official skating club opened in 1642 and the first race took place in 1763. The sport became popular in North America in the mid 1800s, where the all-steel blade was developed, which was both lighter and sharper. Speed skating was supposed to be held at the 1916 Olympics, until it was put off because of WWI. It was part of the 1924 Olympics. Short track originated in North America and was officially sanctioned in the 1970s, becoming an Olympic sport in 1992.

Figure skating - "A Treatise on Skating" (1772) by Englishman Robert Jones, is the first known account of figure skating. In the mid-1860s, an American named Jackson Haines introduced a new style of skating, which incorporated free and expressive techniques. Haines is now considered the "father of modern figure skating," though his style was not adopted in the United States until long after his death. The International Skating Union was founded in 1892 and the first World Championship was held in 1896. Women competed for the first time in 1902. Pairs skating was introduced at the 1908 World Championships. Figure skating debuted at the Olympics in 1908.

Monday, February 8, 2010

Superbowl Halftime

The Who was awesome. Yeah, they've been around a while, but they know exactly who they are and don't give a shit what you think. It was the best halftime show since U2 in the Superbowl after 9/11. Next year, though, it's time for the big guns. I'm pushing for Chuck Mangione.



By the way, we're picking a jury in federal court tomorrow, a woman fired after she came back from cancer. I may not be blogging for a little while, as a result. Please, try to cope, as hard as the thought may be.

Thursday, February 4, 2010

8 O'Clock Ranch


No one should be this excited about meat. Nilda and I signed up for a CSA ("community sponsored agriculture") with 8 O'Clock Ranch, a beef, pork and lamb ranch in up up upstate New York near the border of Canada. A CSA essentially allows you to purchase a "share" of a particular farm, a designated amount for a specific price. This means that between March and May, Nilda and I will be getting a shitload of meat. Here's why this is awesome:
  • All of the cattle and sheep are grass fed, like they always were until corporate agriculture thought it would be cheaper to change everything and feed them grains.
  • The fat in the meats have a yellowish twinge, from the beta-carotene in the grass.
  • A six-ounce piece of grass-fed beef has about 100 calories less than its grain-fed counterpart.
  • The animals are "humanely raised," meaning that there are no unhealthy living conditions or feedlots and the animals are free to pasture. Babies stay with their moms until weaned.
  • The meat is dry-aged, which you won't find at the grocery store and makes the meat taste so much better.
  • It's a tastier, better steak than I've ever had before. We got NY strip steaks before and it was the best I'd ever had. Even the ground beef is better than the supermarket.
  • We had tried beef from a different ranch about a year ago that was good, but no where near as good as 8 O'Clock.
  • They do not use any pesticides, hormones or herbicides. They only use antibiotics if the animal has a life-threatening illness (the last time was 3 years ago) and, then they will not include it in their herd.
  • They are not "certified organic," which is because they don't want to have to comply with the expensive and, they say, unnecessary paperwork requirements to be designated organic.
  • The bacon is, literally, the best bacon I've ever had.
  • It's surprisingly well-priced. Not cheap, but no where near what you'd expect, and definitely cheaper than the specialty meat shops.
  • It's a small family-owned organization that works the land themselves. When you call to place your order, you're talking to one of the owners. Nilda and Kassandra are on a first-name basis.
  • The cuts are individually vacuum-sealed and delivered frozen by overnight delivery.

Since the CSA half-share we got doesn't start until March, the right thing to do was buy a shit-load of meat to last us the rest of February. The pic above is what we just got delivered. To prove it, here's the receipt:

Here are the short ribs Nilda's making on Sunday, when Andrew and Harley come over with the kids for the Superbowl:

Harley's not allowed to have any. And check out this porterhouse:

Food tastes better when you know where it's coming from. Btw, Food, Inc. was nominated for an Oscar. Holla!

Monday, February 1, 2010

The Wire: Season 1

I promised Irene that if she lent me Season 1 of The Wire, I'd follow up in a blog post, so here it is, Irene. Yes, The Wire is incredible. An amazing show. Even Nilda loved it and, believe me, it was not easy to get her to start watching. Even then, it still took a few episodes to get her into it.

In trying to write why I like the show, I realize that I'm only blogging for the people who read this who actually watch The Wire. Both of them. Irene and Jeff. Hey, guys. You got me to watch it so thanks. Everything about it is complicated. Even at the big conclusion, no one is happy about the resolution. A cop show that I could actually like. Season 2: Disc 1 is number one on the netflix queue. Ok, that's enough.

By the way, Irene, this post on your "blog" was amazing. (It's about the relative size of everything in the universe so save your comments, people.)

Wednesday, January 27, 2010

Live Blogging The State Of The Union

Man, is this boring. I feel like I should watch it but I don't want to. Let's move on.

Yes, The Wire is a great show. We're up to episode 6 of the first season and we're totally into it. Naturally, I looked it up on wikipedia. It's written by a former police reporter who had previously worked on Homicide: Life on the Streets. NBC didn't like the show's pessimism so he took The Wire to HBO. HBO didn't want a police drama, but took a shot and here we are. More than a police drama, it's about life in a city, where everything is interconnected.

I need a new email address. It used to be that creating a clever email address was as important as coming up with a great answering machine message. Now, the kids can't come up with anything better than firstname_lastname@gmail.com. Therefore, my email address that is not only "boywonder" but is on aol!!! is just not cool enough. Kids today. Humpf.

Nilda and I had dinner at the CIA over the weekend (which was great) and discovered the Vesper martini. 3 parts gin, 1 part vodka, 1/2 part lillet blanc, shaken over ice, not stirred, until cold. It's what James Bond drinks. How is this not perfect?

We stayed at a bed & breakfast when we were upstate for the weekend. Bed & breakfasts are weird. You're basically staying at a stranger's house and then they make you eat there in the morning. What kind of a person wants to invite strangers over to their house and make them eat stuffed french toast the next morning? I don't get it. Still had a great time.

Thursday, January 21, 2010

Tips For New Laywers

  • The law is like Tetris. You get yourself into problems and have to work your way out of them.
  • Legal research is probably your most significant task at this point. It is representative of everything else you will do in the law. If one query doesn't work, keep finding another way around the issue and don't give up.
  • Do not underestimate the importance of picking up lunch during a trial. It's one of the most important jobs you have.
  • Write it correctly the first time. It's less work over all. Don't wait to insert citations later on.
  • Trusting your client doesn't mean believing everything he says. It's your job to make sure his story makes sense, and that means questioning his story.
  • Simplify your writing. Think about what you want to say, then say it. Put your main point of the paragraph in the first sentence of the paragraph. Don't try to write your way out of a problem.
  • One of the worst things that can happen to you is if your client lies. The smallest lie is harder to deal with than biggest truth.
  • Taking a deposition is like riding a bike. It looks really hard, until you learn how to do it. Then it makes sense.
  • Any douchebag can point out the problems. The valuable douchebags solve those problems.
  • Prepare fallback arguments for oral argument. Know what you will say if the judge rejects your main argument.
  • Prepare a backup to your backup.
  • Do not lose the moral high ground by making an argument that even you don't agree with.
  • When the judge starts talking, shut your mouth.
  • If the judge is making your case for you, shut your mouth.
  • Don't piss off court clerks. They can be miserable people who hate their jobs, but they have entirely too much power for you to piss them off.
  • Experience is the only way you will ever truly learn.
  • Deal with small problems before they become big problems.
  • Do not be fooled by the comfort of inaction. It may be easier to do nothing, but it's never a good idea.
  • If you get nervous about a deposition or a court appearance, remember that no one in the world is better prepared or more capable than you are because you know the topic better than anyone else.
  • If you are given responsibility for something, it means you can do it.
  • Do your homework. Google is your best research device.
  • Decide carefully how you will do things. The habits that you develop now will stay with you for the rest of your life.
  • Keep track of your hours. Find a system that works for you and use it.
  • For God's sake, keep your desk clean. If you're done with a file, put it away.
  • Don't make arguments that don't make any sense. This is harder than it sounds when you're following the letter of the law.
  • Don't think out loud, especially in front of your adversary.
  • Your value is your ability to make decisions on your own.
  • Be willing to stand up to your boss. If you don't show him or her that you have a backbone, they won't think you'll have one with anyone else. Don't push it.
  • When all else fails, make a scene.

Wednesday, January 20, 2010

Books

It's amazing how productive calling Mary out on her lack of blogging has been. Good job so far, Mary. I'm making a note to put in your permanent record. Anyway, everyone seems to be blogging about the books they're reading and I'm not going to be left out. Let the fun begin:
  • Game Change: This is the book by the NYMag columnist I like and some other guy that tells the behind the scenes story of the 2008 election. I read the excerpt in NYMag about John and Elizabeth Edwards. I love reading histories of social movements and this one reads like a thriller. It's an obvious choice for me.

  • K2: Life and Death On the World's Most Dangerous Mountain: Everest: Beyond the Limit got me interested in mountain climbing again and the article in last Sunday's NYTimes about K2 got me interested in that mountain. This book just came out in October and is a history of different expeditions to climb K2, including the 2008 disaster that led to the deaths of many climbers. I was hesitant to get this one because it was written by Ed Viesturs, a master climber which therefore makes him a douchebag whose book I don't want to read. But this one seems to good to pass up. Matt called dibs.

  • Teach Yourself Better Handwriting: Because I'm making an effort. I've always had bad handwriting. Yes, people from work, I recognize there is a problem. I remember that at the end of second grade, my teacher showed me something I had written at the beginning of the year and something I wrote the day before. She said, "Look how much better your penmanship was at the beginning of the year." And she was write, my handwriting had been much better at the beginning of the year. Unfortunately, it's only gotten worse over time and now only I can read what I write. On the other hand, I'm an excellent typer. Or is it typist? Either way, pens are for dorks.

  • American Pastoral: This is a 1997 Philip Roth book that won the Pulitzer. I've started it and it's incredible, absolutely amazing. I was enveloped within a few pages. The only words I can use are visual. It's a beautiful, intricate book. I'm on page 37.
On another note, Nilda and I are two episodes in to season 1 of The Wire. It's hard to get into a show that's been so hyped up, but we're giving it a shot. Thanks to Irene and Jeff for recommending the subtitles, it's a big help. I'm impressed so far with how many levels the show operates on, how conflicted and how real the issues appear. Like the sergeant who wants is upset that one of his officers hit a kid and blinded him in one eye, yet still feels compelled to defend him. We'll see.

Monday, January 18, 2010

The Avatar Screenplay

The Little Jersey Shore



I'd thank my sister Julie for the link, but she doesn't read the blog. Ham!

Sunday, January 17, 2010

The Great Oyster Experiment


I had never had an oyster until Nilda and I started dating. For those of you who don't know why, it's because they're tref, non-kosher, something that did not fit into the Heller's kosher-style lifestyle. Needless to say, oysters are amazing. I've only had them at restaurants, however, and had never opened one myself. So when we saw oysters at the farmer's market, the Great Oyster Experiment began.

Nilda thought I was going to cut off a finger and was instantly against the oysters. Because I respect and listen to my wife, I went out and bought an oyster knife. We searched all over Inwood for an oyster glove, with no luck. You try translating "oyster glove" at C-Town.

Before we knew it, Saturday was oyster day. $10 per dozen for local oysters which is pretty good. I convinced the lady to give me the big mutha, which was bigger than most of the other oysters combined. In retrospect, I think she was trying to teach me a lesson.


I read up and watched youtube videos on how to shuck and got to work. I soon realized that it's not as hard as everyone makes it out to be and I probably didn't need my $1.99 work gloves. You jam the oyster knife into the only crevace that makes sense and push, turning the knife to pop off the shell. When you scrape the oyster from the top and bottom shells, trying to preserve as much of the juice as possible, you'll understand why the oyster knife is shaped the way it is.

Only a few were problematic, more of a learning curve than anything. When the oyster is long, you have to be careful not to break the top shell in half. The giant oyster seemed like a good idea, but the shell fell apart when I shucked it and it wasn't as good as the more medium-sized oysters. The Great Oyster Experiment was a success. And they said it couldn't be done...Nilda.

P.S. - I'm sparing you a post about the vanilla bourbon ice cream I made today. Yeah, I'm domesticated, you got a problem? I'll cut you with my oyster knife.

Thursday, January 14, 2010

The Provisional Return Of Mary

The power of The Most Important Blog In The Universe. Less than 24 hours after being called out for abandoning the blog, Mary decided to come back to the fold.

Welcome back, Never Negotiate With Toddlers. As per the handbook, your return is subject to a 90-day probationary period. We will sit down and review your progress at the end of the probationary and determine whether you are eligible for permanent reinstatement. Congratulations!

Nilda Watched Grey's Anatomy Without Me And I'm Confused About My Feelings

I was out tonight for work, "lecturing" at a bar association. I was joking that it sounds prestigious, but I'd rather be home being forced to watch Grey's Anatomy at home. Then I finally get home and Nilda watched Grey's Anatomy without me.

How am I supposed to feel about this? Upset? Relieved? My initial reaction was to be upset that she didn't wait for me. This obviously doesn't make sense because since when have I looked forward to Grey's Anatomy. If she had watched The Vampire Diaries without me I wouldn't care. Does this mean I actually like watching Grey's Anatomy? Have I been using the "forced" line as a cover for liking this terrible, terrible show? Who am I?

Wednesday, January 13, 2010

How Could You, Mary?

It is time. The following blogs have been removed from the links to the right. It was starting to look like a graveyard over there. Sure, it was a great idea at the time to start a blog, right? Let's say goodbye:
  • Don't Be So Dramatical (last post June 20, 2009): Harley started out strong, had a few really long posts, then fell off. I think she made each post such a herculean task that continuing to blog just became harder than it was worth. Goodbye.
  • Never Follow A Hippie To A Second Location (last post April 28, 2009): I'm not sure exactly what Jen Simon was planning on with this. It seemed like she was trying to find a place to showcase all the stuff she found on the internets, which soon became more of a chore than anything else. It was only a matter of time. Adieu.
  • Never Negotiate With Toddlers (last post September 16, 2009): I liked Mary's blog a lot. I thought she got the right tone and insights that made it interesting. I liked when she wrote about the funny stuff her kids did. Then she got pissed off and quit. That sucked. Bye bye.
  • Climbing Out of This Hole (last blog unknown): This was Mary's alternative blog, where she planned to chronicle the story of a family's changed circumstances. Then she gave up and we lost this blog, too. Farewell.
Boy, I feel better. Like a big weight off my shoulders. Now I'm going to have Haagen-Dazs chocolate peanut butter ice cream, otherwise known as the best ice cream of all time.

Tuesday, January 12, 2010

Yup, It's A Blog

  • I need to clean up the links you see to the right. I'm starting by deleting links to blogs that have been abandoned. I'm looking at you, Mary.
  • We've started watching The Wire. We're giving it a shot.
  • I'm dying to read the new book about the 2008 election, Game Change. And man, I need it. Politics have been boring since George Bush left office. I never thought I'd say this, but I miss George Bush.
  • I've seen a lot of blogs recently (including mine) talking about how they're going to try to do better to keep up blogging. At first I thought that meant that blogging is dying. Now I just think that it's in a lull and will come back when something interesting happens. As much as the news is on a 24 hour cycle, there seems to be an overarching 6 month cycle on top of it.
  • Our federal trial scheduled to start on January 19 got pushed back to February 9. The judge told us that there are five criminal trials and five civil trials set to start that day. The criminal trials get priority and the judge did not believe that there would be enough jurors for our trial. FYI - trial season has begun. We've got four scheduled for the upcoming months.
  • The Eagles lost the Cowboys this weekend and it was depressing. This is the reason why I hate George Bush (for those of you who don't know, this is Bush with the owner of the Cowboys):

Thursday, January 7, 2010

New Year's

The Most Important Blog In The Universe has been busy. Doing stuff. Kind of important. And stuff. Anyway, here are pics from New Year's:

Damn, I'm sexy.

The Kings (not shown, Greg's old roommate Alex):

Gary & Ellie


We went to Keen's Chophouse, which I had never heard of before but apparently is famous and great. A couple of us ordered the porterhouse for three "very extra rare." Before:

After:


We all went back to Jeremy & Irene's place in Brooklyn, and Nilda and I stayed over. Jeremy had a cigar soon after midnight, which was a great idea to have after three Manhattans and steak. He turned various shades of green and was gone within minutes. He woke up the next morning very proud that he was able to get to his bed on his power. Good times.

We watched The Hangover the next day and it was hilarious, as good as the hype. Irene showed us some Zach Galifianakis interviews, "Between Two Ferns" and they were hilarious.



P.S. - The eagles went from being the hottest team in football to being a sure fire loser to the cowboys. The cowboys! I don't want to talk about it.

P.S.S. - I still love the dishwasher. With all my heart.

Wednesday, December 30, 2009

The Most Important People Of The 2000s

No one seems to know what to call the 2000s. I heard the "naughts" or the "aughts" and those are terrible choices. The natural term seems to be "the 2000s" so that's what we're going with, people. The Most Important Blog In The Universe has spoken. And while we're at it, we're calling the next decade "the teens." And I swear to God, Irene, I'd better not get any posts about how this isn't really the start of the next decade since it won't "officially" be the teens until 2011 because no one cares except you. It's and Its are still fair game.

Anyway, here's a non-exhaustive list of the most important people of the last decade, in no particular order:
  • George W. Bush: Unfortunately, he shaped the decade and the world. I still wonder what it would have been like if Gore had won.
  • Osama Bin Laden: It's who was important, not who was good.
  • Obama: The choice of a new generation. He's the brightest and most positive thing to come out the 2000s. Of course he deserved the Nobel.
  • Jon Stewart: He was the only real social commentator that mattered, reminding everyone what the news media is supposed to be. Stephen Colbert runs a close second.
  • Bill O'Reilly: He energized a segment of the right that has now become a mainstream political force, at a time when Rush Limbaugh was forgotten in a cloud of prescription medications. There would be no Sarah Palin or Glen Beck without him.
  • Alan Greenspan: He got us into this mess, but at least has the decency to admit it.
  • Justin Timberlake: Yes, this one is embarrassing to admit, but he went from boy band fluff to respected musician. The music industry is better because of him.
  • The Guy Behind TMZ: Whoever invented this not only made people look at bloggers as a respected news source, but, unfortunately, made news sources act more like bloggers.
  • Tina Fey: She brought political satire back to SNL and became the nonthreatening voice of the urban liberals.
  • Michael Moore: He reinvented the documentary and, for better or worse, became the symbol of the angry left.
  • Judd Apatow: Sensitive dorks are back. And they brought weed.
  • Steve Jobs: This was the decade of the ipod and the iphone, neither of which would exist if it weren't for Jobs. He may be an ass, but he pushes the boundaries of technology all by himself.
  • Simon Cowell: No one escapes American Idol.

HAPPY NEW YEAR!!

All Apologies

Blogging is hard, people. You have to make time to think of something to say, then actually take the time to write it. It's not as easy as it sounds. I see that I had a burst of interest on Monday. That's not surprising, in retrospect, since everyone has been trying to kill time at their desks all week. I'm not looking forward to getting back into the swing of a rough work week. Anyway, I'm back. For now.

Wednesday, December 16, 2009

Random Boring Shit

  • Hanukkah is not a religious holiday. It celebrates a revolt by a bunch of fanatics who turned out to be totalitarian zealots that ultimately could not hold onto power. Read David Brooks' column.
  • Irene has me terrified about my "its" and "it's." "Its" really annoying.
  • I read about a professor in Tel Aviv who is writing that the early Jews were not monotheistic. Moses said that there shall be no other gods before God, not that the other gods didn't exist. Now you know. You're welcome.
  • I never would have thought that people would be so interested in Tiger Woods' affair. It seems that people projected so much of what they believed in hard work and talent on him that they feel let down. He was an icon, kind of like Bruce Springsteen, who turned out to be more human than anyone wanted him to be.
  • I liked Obama on 60 Minutes. I trust that whatever he's doing, mistakes included, is exactly what I would be doing, and I like that. I'm still in the cult.
  • Nilda and I are watching Dwarf Adoption. I have no idea why.
  • Electric Box is a terribly addicting, but amazing iphone game. Curse you, Cousin Bill!
  • Finally, I won the football pool. This, of course, is because I am AWESOME.
  • Go Iggles.

Sunday, December 13, 2009

That's A Dealbreaker

Goodbye, alarm clock. We've had some good times together. I got you at K-Mart in 2001, back when your cd player was actually an attractive feature. We've gone from the East Village, to Murray Hill, to Washington Heights, to Inwood. But now you're snooze bar isn't working, and how can anyone expect to function without a snooze bar. I'm sure you understand. I'll miss you.

Monday, December 7, 2009

How To Set Up A Christmas Tree


I always said I'd never have a tree, but here we go. First, you have to go out in the rain/sleet/snow on Saturday and pick out a tree before frostbite sets in. There are about 100 trees, but you're only allowed to choose between the two that the guy selects for you. And don't mess with that guy because he's been in the cold for a lot longer than you with only a port-a-potty to keep him company and he will cut you. Then he sticks the tree into one of those funnels they use to kill chickens and you're stuck with it.


After you walked home in the rain/sleet/snow and had to take several breaks because Nilda talks about how heavy the tree is and switches ends and then changes her mind until you decide to just pick the damn thing up yourself and carry it the rest of the way home which you should have probably done in the first place, you're ready to begin step 2. Set up the tree in five minutes and then spend the next 20 washing the sap off your hands and dustbusting up the fallen needles. Get used to dustbusting, it's part of the fun.


Step 3, pull out all of the ornaments that you had meticulously arranged in a box last January and start putting them up. You will say that you don't want to do this, but will inevitably be conscripted into helping. Nilda will start to lose steam after putting the lights up so you have to help to keep the momentum going. Make sure the Eagles ornaments get a prominent location. Garland = pain in the ass. Here it is, in all it's goyisha glory, with the shot that Nilda insisted upon to show perspective.


Last, but not least, you have to put all the empty boxes that the ornaments came in into a larger box. This is Brian Work as Nilda needs help with the spatial orientation. I blame a severe Tetris deficiency that Nilda suffered growing up. That's why The Most Important Blog In The Universe supports the Gameboy For Every Child Initiative.

Once the tree was up, we attended our new building's annual holiday party. Nilda made coquito for the first time (it was amazing!) and it was a huge hit. It's the undisputed principle of Christmas: white people love coquito. We also took this opportunity to play the "you show me yours, I'll show you mine" game of showing off our apartment. Hands down, Nilda has the best kitchen and bathroom in the building. I just live here.

The building likes to sing songs while musicians in the building play along. I swore I wouldn't sing, but before I knew it I was singing about how Our Lord Has Come and Our Savior Is Born. I move to New York, the Jewish capital of the world, only to sing Christmas carols with a tree in my home. Go figure. But we sang the dreidel song TWICE, so that apparently makes it even.


The best part about the process was that I finally got Nilda to go to Applebee's where I learned why and how America is obese. I also heard my new favorite song for the first time. THAT'S NOT MY NAME!

Tuesday, December 1, 2009

The New Gin

For my birthday, Stella got me a bottle of a boutique gin, just like I wanted. She got me a gin called "Geneviere" that is an old-style "genever" gin, as opposed to the london dry gin that we’re all used to. Instead of being a vodka flavored with juniper berries, it’s essentially a whiskey flavored with juniper berries. And it’s horrible. It’s like medicine with a bouquet of vomit. Who wants to try it?

Tuesday, November 24, 2009

My Favorite Metaphors

Nothing says "Thanksgiving" like a self-indulgent post about metaphors that I think about on a daily basis, leading to quotes that no one around me understands. How thankful you are.

The Swamp of Sadness: In "The Neverending Story," Atreyu has to cross the swamp of sadness on his quest to stop The Nothing. The swamp is an ugly and sad place, but if you let the sadness get to you, you sink into the swamp and never come out. The point is not to let yourself get so discouraged that you just give up. I use this one with interns all the time. And April.

The Beachhead: You have to decide if you're going to try to stop an issue "at the beach," like in Normandy in WWII, or whether you'll deal with the issue later. Sometimes you want to stop an issue before it starts, or try to build a better argument to use at a later time.

Burning the Boats: When Cortes landed in Mexico to conquer it on behalf of Spain, he burned the boats behind him so that his soldiers knew there would be no turning back. This one is about forcing commitment.

Princess and the Pea:
When something is not right from the beginning, it never will be.

The Tortoise and the Hare:
If you work diligently and keep moving forward, you'll ultimately be respected for it. Like Jon Stewart. Moving too quickly can lead to disaster.

The Slow Blade Penetrates the Shield: In Dune, Frank Herbert thought of shields that bullets will bounce off of, but which can be penetrated by a slow knife. Kind of like the tortoise and the hare, moving slowly and steadily can be the most effective method.

Sunday, November 22, 2009

Why I Like The New Table

The table works a lot better in the apartment than it ever did on line. All the curves and angles that made me concerned about it in the store make it work perfectly in the apartment. The four corners are cut, so it looks like an octagon, so it doesn't feel boxy.

Plus, the beveling on all sides makes it fit more smoothly into the apartment without taking away surface area. I also appreciate the curved saber legs, which contrast with a lot of the straight lines that we already have.

In short, good job, Nilda. Don't say I don't ever listen to you. And don't ever, ever use this post as a reason to ignore what I say or I swear to God I'll take it down.

Thursday, November 19, 2009

BLOG HIJACK!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY SWEETHEART!

Te quiero!

Tuesday, November 17, 2009

Jack Realizes I Am Not Daddy

...and he is not happy about it!

Monday, November 16, 2009

THE NEW TABLE!!!

IT'S FINALLY HERE!! AAAHHHHH!!! OH MY GAAAWWWWWD!!! YAAAY!!!!

Wow. My life is now almost complete. The new table came and Nilda could not be more excited. "It's a dining table, Brian," she tells me, reminding me that it finally replaces the crappy "country" table that she bought from Seaman's (hehehe) 9 years ago. We don't have chairs yet, and won't have any for the foreseeable future, but who needs chairs when you have two folding chairs that make the table look much much cheaper than it actually is?

This table is big, much bigger than Nilda or I thought it would be. Fortunately, the saber legs are not as feminine as I was afraid they'd be. ("We needed curves because the sofa is boxy, Brian," whatever that means.) And self storing leaf = Brian not having to lug this shit in and out of it's protective case in the closet with Nilda's changing whims. The real question is what I get out of this. The answer, is nothing.

Sunday, November 15, 2009

Six Months Later

We closed on the apartment on April 29 and have lived here since June 19, yet it feels like much longer. It's been great getting accustomed to the new normal. Here are few things I've noticed:
  • Thank God the renovations are done. The apartment looks great, but I'm still scarred months later.
  • I passed a big milestone this weekend when the guy at the dry cleaner remembered my phone number without my telling him.
  • This is my favorite neighborhood that I've lived in in New York, including the East Village. And I luuuved the East Village.
  • I still love the dishwasher. I said it was going to change my life and it has.
  • Nilda and I are loving the farmer's market. There's nothing like eating corn that was picked at 5:00 that morning. I think this is going to get bigger, since we saw Food, Inc. yesterday, a great documentary about the food industry. We're thinking about buying a share of grass fed beef (and pork!) from a ranch in upstate New York.
  • Our ice maker has been broken for a couple of weeks and we can't seem to get any repairmen to actually come to a scheduled appointment. Damn you, Fisher and Paykel!!
  • I go to the park a lot more than I thought I would. I'm hoping to keep that up.
  • I don't go to PJ Wines as often as I thought I would, though I have to admit I'm in there at least once a week. I just love knowing that it's near.
  • The deli on the corner has a great beer selection. Do not underestimate the importance of having a deli with a good beer selection.
  • 3 hours later, we come back from the bar where we watched the Eagles game. They lost to the Chargers, but 5 beers, buffalo wings and an order of sweet potato fries still make a good day.
  • I used to joke that the seasons were better "up here," but it's kind of true.

      Wednesday, November 11, 2009

      The Lawyer Representing The Guy Accused Of Extorting David Letterman Is An Asshole


      This douche bag's name is Gerald Shargel, and he makes all lawyers look bad. He seems to have no genuine defense for his client, so he's instead taking this opportunity to get his lame ass on tv. When he is on tv, all he talks about is how "excited" he is to cross examine Letterman, which is a transparent attempt to try to intimidate Letterman out of pressing charges. It won't work (Letterman is too publicly invested to let it go) and only makes him and his client look even sleazier than they already are. And when he is on tv, he alternates between saying how only he knows all the facts or, when he gets a hard question, claiming that he doesn't know all the facts. What a dirt bag.

      The defense that the defendant was trying to make a "commercial transaction" is the best thing that has happened so far. How can anybody, with a straight face, argue that trying to sell a story about the purchaser's secret affairs, with a note saying that his "world is about to fall apart," is a simple business deal? And who pays $2 million for a screenplay written by a nobody who's never written anything before? And it matters that he delivered this package at 6:00 am. He did it early to keep it quiet, since it was blackmail.

      I go for jury duty on March 8. Third adjournment, so I have to serve. Hey dirt bag, if I get on your jury panel, I have read nothing about this case and can be fair and impartial.

      Wednesday, November 4, 2009

      Four Blogs In One! Four Blogs In One!

      Why I Didn't Vote: Yeah, Bloomberg is fine, but I can't forgive him for changing the rules to allow him to run for a third term. And it pissed me off how he spent so much trying to drive Thompson into the ground. The voters must have agreed with me, since there's no explanation why Thompon, who sucks, kept the race so close. Still, I'm glad Bloomberg won. If I had voted, I would have voted for Nilda for mayor. If I have to be bossed around by her, so should everyone else.

      The Most Important Blog In The World Endorses The Phillies: This may all be moot by now, but I've realized that I have to go with the Philly team. I simply cannot come to grips with supporting the other side, especially the Yankees. They're successful but annoying, like Hugh Jackman, or Halle Berry. Rooting for the Phillies reaffirms my being from Philadelphia, just like fasting until 2:00 pm on Yom Kippur reaffirms my being Jewish. (Yes, Nilda, it's still fasting if you have coffee and Tastykake chocolate covered donuts.) I'm still more excited about the Eagles/Cowboys game on Sunday than about the World Series. I'm making ribs.

      The New V Series Is Better Than I Thought It Would Be: It started out like any other crappy ABC series, but I was into it by the end. I also never realized how much I remembered from the original series, like the fact that the main lady was named Diana or that there was an alien with a square head who was called the "fifth column," whatever that meant. And it's cute how they're trying to make it this political allegory, with the aliens of unclear origins offering "hope" and universal health care, while the press is too busy sucking up to question them.

      The Dark Days Begin: I thought it would settle, but that's not going to happen. Brian is about to get a lot of experience on a case where he has nothing to lose.

      Thursday, October 29, 2009

      Why I Don't Like Baseball

      So I'm watching the World Series, but I still can't see myself getting into baseball year round. I'm from Philly and I live in New York, so a Phillies/Yankees World Series has some obvious appeal to me. But I don't care enough about either team, or baseball, really, to get interested. Here's why:
      • Baseball is too simple. Every down in football is like a chess match, but you know what to expect with each play in baseball.
      • There will be a lot of football analogies. If my readers can't handle it, then both of them should stop reading any further.
      • There's no time to figure out how to react in baseball. The pitches go too fast for me to figure out what's going on, and by then it's too late.
      • What can be planned is too boring to be interesting. For example, hitting it to left field, bunting, throwing a fast ball v. a breaking ball, that's all easily categorized into simple rules for different scenarios. There isn't enough room in the rules for innovation.
      • Baseball is all about pitching. You could strip the game down to a pitcher and a batter and it would still make sense. If you don't like pitching, like me, then most of the game is lost.
      • The calling of balls and strikes is way too subjective, like grades in law school. A pitch that looks clearly out to me will be called a strike and I don't get it.
      • Standing on "base" is gay.
      • Full disclosure = Andrew and I played little league and we both sucked. I was told I always stepped "away" from the pitch, not wanting to get hit by the ball. One time I decided to step into the pitch and got hit right in the nose. From then on, I was called "Target 2" (Andrew was "Target 1," which I thought was unfair, since he never got hit). Why didn't I like sports?
      • Of course I stepped away from the pitch! Some 8-year-old with no idea what he's doing is throwing a ball at me and I'm supposed to just stand there? No thank you, Mr. Clipboard!
      • I have good memories of going to Red Berry's Baseball Camp during the summers in Florida. One of the counselors called us "Heckle & Jekyll" and it took me all summer to figure out what the hell that meant.
      • The counselors once asked the campers who was going to win the All Star game that night and I was one of only two who thought the American League was going to beat the National League. I was all proud of myself but the truth was that I had no idea what the hell they were talking about and I only voted for the American League because we're American, right?
      • Baseball was fun because when it was all over, you'd get a snow cone.
      • There are still moments where I get baseball. It's more of a game than a sport. Still, when it's professional football season, which is on a level that is way beyond me, baseball seems like a kid's game.

      Tuesday, October 27, 2009

      Getting More Out Of Life

      • Ha! Gotcha. I don't blog about that shit. I'm perfectly content getting as little out of life as possible.
      • For last night's game, I got the Desert Pepper queso instead of the Tostito's queso. The Tostito's is way better. One time in law school we ran out of chips so I had it with Total cereal and it was amazing.
      • I never want anything for my birthday, but if I were to make a list this year, here's what would be on it, in no particular order: that book about Manhattan before people, Beatles Rock Band (which Nilda cannot get me), cuff links, a wireless keyboard and mouse set for work, some kind of specialty micro-brew style gin. Nilda, of course, is not allowed to get me any of that. She has to "surprise" me.
      • I'm bored with the news. I think that's because I trust that whatever Obama is doing is exactly what I would be doing in the same situation. I actually miss George Bush sometimes.
      • I do not like Michael Bloomberg. Yeah he's a good mayor and all, but there should be a price for changing the rules so that you can run for a third term.
      • Häagen-Dazs' "five ingredient" vanilla ice cream is perhaps the best ice cream ever made. Andrew, you have to try it.
      • "Häagen-Dazs" has absolutely no meaning and was made up by its creators (Polish immigrants from the Bronx) to look Scandinavian.
      • The Philadelphia Eagles can destroy the Washington Redskins on Monday Night Football, and the Philadelphia press will still complain about how terrible they played. You have to love fans that care and know their stuff.
      • We're switching from Westlaw to Lexis at the office. Wish us luck.

      Thursday, October 22, 2009

      Thursday Night News

      • Nilda bought the crappy paper towels again. I don't know what brand they are because Nilda threw out the packaging, but I know they're crappy because (a) Nilda threw out the packaging and (b) they feel crappy. Hey Nilda, stop buying the crappy paper towels.
      • I'd like to amend my recent comment that Lisa Loeb's "Stay" would be a hit if it came out today to include that within three years, someone will re-record the song and it will featured on a teen drama. Remember my name.
      • Running in the morning has changed in the fall. It's now colder and darker. Any tips, Jeff?
      • Nilda, is not allowed to get me Beatles Rock Band for my birthday. It's not that I don't want it. It's that I always have to "surprise" her and letting her get me that is just too damn easy.
      • Andrew got me really into The Band. They were a bunch of guys who used to back Bob Dylan (hence, "the band), and went on their own. They tried to capture the spirit of the south in the immediate post-civil war period and, in the process, changed the perception of southern music. The irony is that they're Canadian.



      P.S. - Andrew and I are getting a rehearsal space this weekend. We're putting the band back together.

      Saturday, October 17, 2009

      You Haven't Blogged In A While

      • Oh really, Nilda? Thanks for letting me know.
      • This is a week late, but Obama deserved to win the Nobel peace prize. No other figure in recent history has done such a powerful job of changing the tone of the world in such a short period of time. Because of him, it's now popular for world leaders to talk in open dialogues, which is a remarkable achievement.
      • Lisa Loeb's "Stay" came on my itunes today. It's a cheesy and dated song, but it'd be a hit if it came out today. Yeah, I said it.
      • There's a scene in Woody Allen's "Annie Hall" where the two main characters are people watching and say that one pedestrian won the "Truman Capote look-alike contest." That pedestrian was actually Truman Capote in a cameo appearance.
      • I put Annie Hall on my iphone and watched it on the train. You should really watch it if you haven't seen it. Even if you don't like Woody Allen, it's an amazing movie and you can understand why it beat Star Wars for the best picture oscar.
      • I am addicted to the Phase 10 application I got for the iphone. Admitting I have a problem is the first step.
      • Nilda and I are experimenting with our oven's "perfect turkey" feature. It's an exciting night in the Heller house. That's right, Nilda, you're a Heller now.
      • Michael Vick isn't working out with the Eagles. They don't really need him and nobody seems to be fooled by the wildcat. But signing him was still a brilliant move. They got him really cheap and after a one year PR fix-up, they can trade him for a lot more, probably with draft picks. That's right, Andy Reid's gonna flip Michael Vick like a house on TLC.
      • Phish is playing another Halloween show this year, where they dress up like another band and play an album. Previous Halloween shows have included the Beatles' White Album and the Talking Heads' Remain in Light. They've listed a whole bunch of albums they might cover.
      • Here's a moral quandary. Someone out there has created a blog with a link to where you can download each of these albums for free. I don't know how I feel about this. On the one hand, I know I should be paying for music, but on the other hand, it's free and it's hard to say no. I blame the music industry for failing to figure out how to deal with the internet.
      • The super finally installed the tub faucet. I know you're just DYING to see what it looks like, so here it is, you lucky devils, you:

      Tuesday, October 6, 2009

      Letterman & Sexual Harassment

      I know nothing about the case or what happened, and the following is not a legal opinion or advice blah blah blah, but in my EXPERT opinion, there does not seem to be much risk to CBS for a sexual harassment lawsuit. It doesn't look like any of the conduct was unwelcome and it's not against the law to have a relationship with your boss (though it's not a good idea to have a relationship with your employee). In short, unless some allegations come out about Letterman making threats to coerce these relationships, which seems highly unlikely, it's not a case I'd be interested in handling.

      Thursday, October 1, 2009

      Where The Wild Things Are

      "Where the Wild Things Are" was published in 1963, written by Maurice Sendak, the third child of a Jewish couple from the Warsaw shtetls. The book originally focused on horses, but his publisher said he couldn't draw horses and he instead drew "things" of caricatures of his aunts and uncles from his childhood in Brooklyn. The book was well received, but criticized for being too scary for kids.

      Spike Jonze has been working on a film version of the movie since about 2002. Sendak, a fan of "Being John Malkovich" and "Adaptation," had been asking Jonze for years prior to that, but Jonze declined, saying he did not know what he could add. He finally agreed to make the film after realizing that he could make a movie where the "wild things" are the big and scary emotions kids face growing up. The movie is about what it's like to be 9 years old.

      The film took five years to make, stalling when Universal balked at initial audience reactions and fears that children would find it too scary. Ironically, these are the same fears that critics erroneously felt about Sendak's book.



      P.S. - Spike Jonze's real name is Adam Spiegel. People started calling him "Spike" when he was 13 because of the haircut he had and would give to others, and the "Jonze" referred to an old bandleader named Spike Jonze.