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New year, redo

Our office did a bit of rearranging this afternoon.


Thanks to technology, all I had to move was some files, my purse and my laptop computer. Everything else could be networked to my new desk.

I couldn’t help but compare it to reorganizations I have lived through in the past. They took much more manpower and many more hours to complete. Also, they were more mentally stressful; in today’s move, I changed locations by a factor five feet or so.

I think I can deal.




Forward, march!

The Egg is gonna give this a try heading into the new year…


Let me know if it works for you!

Bleeding blue

My 2014 started off with a sinus infection. So while I was lying low at home, I decided to crack open one of my Christmas presents —

sixth man

The Sixth Man movie on DVD.

I’ve been watching a lot of documentaries of late, courtesy of HBO OnDemand, but this is the first one on a topic that I know so intimately —

Growing up a UK Wildcat fan.

The producers look at the fans from every angle, talking to current and former coaches, players, TV and radio announcers, and the fans themselves.  At times we fans appear merely passionate, other times borderline psychotic.  But as even the celebrity fans they interviewed attest, being a UK fan is more akin to religion.

The film revisits some of the pivotal games in UK history — and the fan reaction — so, of course, Christian Laettner’s fateful shot in the UK/Duke game is discussed at length (but not shown because we have all seen that damn thing enough for one lifetime).

Laettner himself appears in the documentary and apologizes for his place in UK history.

Still hate him.

Join the countdown

This is blatantly commercial, but it’s the Muppets and Ty Burrell and Tina Fey —

So I’m betting you’ll give me a pass.

See you in the New Year!

Dog days

Dear New Yorker merchandising department:

Please bring back your Dog Cartoons calendars.











I have bought these wall calendars for years. Last year, I couldn’t find that version, but I started shopping in January…so I blamed it on a lack of inventory.

Now I realize they weren’t made in 2012. And early shopping reveals they aren’t around for 2013 either.

This is not a good way to start the year, New Yorker.  I need my monthly dose of doggie humor.  Now, be a good boy and bring them back…okay?

I’ll give you a treat.

Where there’s smoke

For people who celebrate Chinese New Year — or just heart Chinese food — today marks the official beginning of the Year of the Dragon.  According to legend, the dragon is a symbol of good fortune, intense power and authority.

That’s so hot.

But I have to wonder — what kind of dragon will 2012 be?

Will it be like the dragon in the first Shrek movie — ferocious and fire-breathing one moment, then a puddle of mush the next, all because of the attentions of a wise-cracking yet lovable Donkey?

(And how many months of the year will be fire-like, and how many mush?)

Or will 2012 be a dragon with a temperament more in keeping with the three beasts in the Tri-Wizard Tournament in Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire?  They also breathed fire and brimstone, but were initially restrained by bars and chains.  When they finally broke free, they fought till the death to vanquish their enemies.

Not sure I want to go up against a year like that.

No, I would prefer the Year of the Dragon to be more like Toothless in How to Train Your Dragon.  He was first misunderstood and underestimated, but man oh man — didn’t he end up being exactly the kind of dragon you wanted on your team when the going got tough.

Yep.  That’s the 2012 I’d like to see.

By the numbers


Here’s hoping the changing digits bring a year filled with adventure and all good things!


Still feel so full you could pop?

Well, you’re in luck.

It’s Pins and Needles Day!

Actually, these pins and needles aren’t intended to deflate your sadly distended stomach (although I still think it’s a good idea).  No, Pins and Needles Day is in anticipation of the really big days to come.

Christmas. Hannukah.  New Year’s.

The remaining days of the year we overeat as well.

But there are GIFTS.

Love actually

During a recent flight to California, I sat next to a woman who was particularly forthcoming about the personal details of her life.

(Hey, it was a long trip, and I was bored.)

She wanted my advice: should she dump her live-in boyfriend of three years before or after the holidays?

Now, I once had a relationship breakup at the end of the year.  I chose to wait until after Christmas because I knew we had already invested in the gifts.  Might as well go ahead and exchange them, right?  And we still needed dates on New Year’s Eve.  Then, come January — BAM!  Drop the hammer.  Start the year off right.

That’s my philosophy.  I think it’s sound.

Well, apparently if you’re a celebrity, such niceties go out the window.

Exhibit A:  Reese Witherspoon and Jake Gyllenhaal.  Last Sunday, the papparazzi saw Jake’s assistant moving luggage out of Reese’s home and delivering it to Jake’s place.  Such transactions usually spell breakup in Hollywood.

A month before Christmas, too. They are both passing up some serious swag, and probably a holiday trip to an exotic locale.

Exhibit B: Tiger and Elin Woods.  Okay, so it appears Elin isn’t leaving Tiger…for a cool $5 million dollar paycheck.  But that hardly counts.  Can’t imagine they are going to have a very happy holiday, particularly with all the ho-ho-ho’s in Tiger’s past.

(I crack myself up.)

Perhaps I shouldn’t be surprised that celebrities operate by different rules.  But Reese and Jake?  Tiger and Elin?  They were golden couples, meant for the long haul.

Next thing you know, you’ll tell me Pam Anderson and Kid Rock are breaking up.

Wait. What??