Regional train west
Three days gone, antsy for home
Penn Station, next stop.
I love Flo, the Progressive insurance lady. And as they say on the awards show…
She can thank the writers.
They have done so much with this character. Every time I see a new commercial, they have gone a step further and given Flo more fun stuff to do other than simply hawk insurance.
Exhibit A: “Chick Flick”
The finger to the lips bit makes that spot. When I produced e-cards for Hallmark, we called that the ‘zinger.’
Can you spot the zinger in Progressive’s latest ad?
Exhibit B: “Stand by You”
“Is there a simpler way to explain the loyalty program?”
Being a sports fan can sometimes feel like a full-time job.
Today it really was.
I starting watching the Wimbledon men’s semifinals at 8 o’clock this morning, and finished at just shy of 5 o’clock this afternoon.
The Novak Djokovic/Juan Martin Del Potro five-set match went down in the record books as the longest Wimbledon semifinal in history. And Andy Murray’s win over Poland’s Jerzy Janowicz took four sets, including a 20-minute stop to put the roof up and turn the lights on Centre Court for the night match.
where do I punch my time card?
Note — this is not my dog, but damn he’s cute!
I can be chatty in airport gate areas if I’m bored — even more so if my plane is delayed by weather.
Last night at DFW I ended up commiserating with a fellow passenger as we waited for our flight. He was from Brooklyn, and sold..
I found his job to be very entertaining. I don’t know exactly why.
I’m sure selling helicopters is not that different from selling cars or trucks or farm machinery. But it is just such a niche….and absolutely the last thing I expected him to say in the long list of possible occupations.
And I kept thinking, “Man, where was this guy when I was doing improv comedy back in Kansas City?“
‘Helicopter salesman’ would have been such a great suggestion.
Today the sun was shining bright in Singapore. I could see it from the windows of my classroom, where I was teaching all day.
My timing, as always, is excellent.
I could also see this beautiful patch of green.
It covered one of the underground garage entrances, and was a welcome break in the glass and cement office park.
You see the stairs leading to the grass? I wondered if people actually used them…perhaps sit in the sun on days that are a little less tropical.
So I asked.
Apparently Singapore always has weather like this. No cooler season that drops the temps below even 80 degrees. That’s when I knew — I could never live in this island paradise.
(My hair told me so.)
Greetings from Singapore!
It took exactly 24 hours of travel time, but I’ve arrived on the other side of the world. And since we crossed several time zones, it’s already the wee hours of the morning Sunday.
(Don’t worry — I’ll get that time back on the way home.)
My room is at the very top of one the hotel’s three towers and overlooks the city. Here is a taste of what I can see:
During the drive in from the airport, I also discovered quite nearby the Singapore Flyer, a large ferris wheel similar in scope to the London Eye.
I may need to check that out in the morning.
What am I talking about it? It’s morning already! Time to get some sleep and adjust to Singapore time.
The Egg is headed to Singapore today for a business trip.
My stay is regrettably short. The weather forecast is stormy. But this is my hotel.
I think I can make this work.
I flew home from Frankfurt today, and the fine folks at Delta upgraded me to Business Class — a first for me on an international flight.
I hope it’s not the last.
Sure, the attendants are friendlier, and the food is fresher and more readily available. But the real selling point?
When you have a nine hour flight, being able to stretch out your legs — and even lie down if you want — is the greatest luxury of all.
Thanks again, Delta, for showing me some love.
How ’bout we keep our relationship at this level…hmmmm?
When I travel for business, I often go from the airport to the hotel and back again, which doesn’t guarantee much of a view.
Of course, my hotels don’t often look like this –
This is where I’m staying today: the Chateauform Schloss Löwenstein, located 45 minutes from the center of Frankfurt, Germany.
It’s part of a chain, if you can believe it — one of a collection of properties set in a private parkland well outside the city. The castle has been fully renovated, somehow maintaining its period details while being outfitted with all the bells and whistles you need at a conference center.
It has its own winery and spa. Two serve-yourself-anytime bars. Archery. There’s even a resident chocolate lab in the lounge named Easy.
It’s all so…Downton Abbey, don’t you think?