Unplugged for a nice long weekend and spent a pretty perfect Sunday meandering the falls in Watkins Glen. I took a lot of lousy pictures but got a few good ones too






Our humble hero and his fellow waterfall fan

That past month of so went by fast. Work has been so event heavy, even when I've had sometime to put thought to screen, it's taken a bit of making my mental remote control to stop to know what.

Got to celebrate my Dad's 76th birthday last Sunday between Zoo events last weekend. Given his triple bypass in the Spring, it was a good thing to kick back, yell at the Bills and be thankful. It also tempered my own guilt at not making it to Purchase for younger daughter's Family Day. The ex and her partner and number one son made the trek and repeated my spoilage from the end of September. Not a huge deal, but I felt a little low at having to work three different Zoo events over the two days. But, that too shall pass.

Sick of the election season already, wish we could just vote. Nobody is saying anything worth listening to, nobody is asking questions that matter, and nobody is answering them.

Got to check out Mike A's Lounge in the Lafayette last night with some old and new friends, liked it a lot.

I screwed my ankle in the early summer, bad pulled the muscles right behind my achilles and the good doctor folks said that takes time to recover from, patience being the best thing with nerves. While that has never been my strong suit, some of the women in my office give me the "You've been limping" for awhile. They never ask if it hurts, am I okay, that bit, so when I got the "You've been Limping..." schtick the other day, I finally groused, "Yeah, my doctor says I need two to three old bitties a day yelling at it for improvement." Shut em up it did. Apparently, could be as much as six months to totally get over it wasn't enough for the office moms.

The second date from two posts ago, didn't turn into a third....and so it goes.

On a long weekend in NYC, hanging on out my kid sister's place and taking in a Springsteen show in the Meadowlands as a mini vacay away from work till Tuesday.

Nice to get away, but as I left my car at my folks, you have to go through rituals, directions from my dad, spoken mostly for my mom to hear, my elder sister's now almost three year old sense of how to do the trains. I was relieved to sit back and enjoy the almost comedic relief of the Buffalo Airport.

I hadn't flown in a little over a year so things change a little. The lovely nuisance of tossing your belt into the security bins was a new one, but reassembling myself with much time to spare I found a few things very telling. At 9:30 in the morning, the faux Anchor Bar was buzzing and the place across the hall from them selling breakfast fare was empty.

Typical Buffalo...

I took Jet Blue to JFK, and despite all the speeches at my folks house...and the fact I've done this before, treated myself to a cab to my bro-in-law's office in midtown. We grabbed some lunch at a joint around the street, then he went back to work for a bit and I went to play. This is a bit of rarity for me. I think it's the first jaunt to New York where I haven't been part of a bigger undertaking in a long time. So, I enjoyed that while watching the cast of "Person of Interest" shoot a scene in Bryant Park last yesterday. Walking through Times Square, I got asked for directions twice, so I think my NY death stare gaze is working okay. The active parade of costumed characters seemed a little wrong. Although high fiving a smurf wasn't my only celebrity encounter yesterday. Briefly shared a cafe table with Joe Walsh from the Eagles which was both awkward and cool at the same time. After exchanging "You're Awesome, No, You're Awesomes" we went our ways.

Tonight, it's Bruce in the Meadowlands and tomorrow it's dinner with the daughter up at SUNY Purchase.

Nice breather.

A few random notes....

I think I am officially milestoned out for a bit. Just returned from a whirlwind tour to take my younger daughter to start school at Purchase College in White Plains. My younger sister was hired to teach acting in one of their conservatories for the fall semester so that makes that large task seem like less of a thing.

My older daughter got herself in Buff State starting last week and is doing well, but I think this means any serious vacations for me for the foreseeable future are a nice daydream.

Proud of em both, just tired to the point of not being tired.

Their younger brother is toughing in out with his first day of high school on Tuesday. He had orientation on thursday and it reminded me that I was officially comfortable with our estrip community and shared photos in 2006 which simultaneously seems like both yesterday and a thousand years ago.

So, that combined with Labor Day at the Zoo tomorrow, makes the weekend a bit of a wash. Psst....don't come tomorrow as the crowd will consist of 10000 people who normally wouldn't be there.....

Gonna spend the comp time in NYC catching a Daily Show taping and Springsteen concerts.

Got a second date with somebody this week, that's nice too.

So, guess the start of the school year is a bit of a blank slate, everybody is getting a fresh start. Maybe my mojo is here somewhere. The apartment isn't that big.....

I want to be all snarky about the headlines about Buffalo and Toronto doing an Olympic bid, but I got nothing. The Olympics certify the best that sport has, but can also embody the worst too. The now infamous twitter feed of #BuffaloOpeningCeremony was pretty hilarious and that might make me a bad buffalonian, but I hope the recent collection of soundbites is it. As another blog correctly pointed out, what do we have that Toronto would need and couldn't get from Burlington, Hamilton, et. al.

As we have the real thing ongoing at the moment, with the medal counts (which don't really mean a great deal, I mean is there a trophy or prize for that) and hyperbole (Phelps, the most decorated Olympian ever, that sounds better than greatest Olympian ever), it's a little disconcerting that sometimes there isn't much to say. It's just a little weird that the time traveling Today show devoted more coverage to a gymnast hairstyle (Holy Non-Issue, Batman) that it did this. But at least the Games go away now tonight....



That is the Mars Curiosity Rover landing on Mars, taken from another satellite which I took from Yahoo.com. Now, that's cool. Just an odd feeling that it is almost an afterthought in light of what all else is going on. That should be a big deal

Now, My dad, thoughtful observant dude that he is, recently noted that all it takes to make everyone around you a doctor is for you to come down with something. Opinions and assholes are forever linked in that regard.

I guess it is a sign that I'm getting older that it is taking a bit for an ankle injury(pulled tendons above my achilles) to recover for me. Age and the fact that resting it is a little dull. The needs of my job need me to do some ambling around, making me the Dr. House of marketing. A couple folks see me coming with a "still limping, there" observation. That's helpful as I wasn't noticing. Powered my way through our recent benefit which I think would fry the healthy cortex of Schartzeneggarian proportions. You know you're doddering a bit when both your mom and daughter present you with ankle braces.

It's funny what can slow you down. My building has a set of stair cases that thankfully after five years, I don't think much about....till now. You have to be careful when you think about how you plant your foot a bit and that nearly induced, vertigo I guess. I'm part of a great team and one of the kind souls reorganized our group to "get Mike off the stairs." That made me feel both really great and sort of pitiful.

I've never been a jock of any kind to speak of, but take a degree of pride in doing my share, toting my barge, lifting my bale, doing for the team ("TEAM, TEAM").

I made sure I wasn't screwing anything else up. It's going away, but three weeks off from heavy lifting events will help, but the nerves can repair sooner.

I wouldn't mind.

As I try to shake off the effects of a less than stellar summer and right myself for what remains, it is food for thought.

On a cool night like last night, pasta

The stuff you have to do sometimes.

The Xbox died after a lengthy run, and a few repairs, so I've decided to trade in the peripherals and games and go gently into the goodnight for a bit, or at least treat myself to a Wii perhaps.

To do Netflix and download from their library of marked up software, I signed up for a gold membership, which means nothing really, only you can't escape it.

In calling "customer service" despite having all the financial information, the lovely people at Gates World insisted I know the security question for the Xbox Gamertag, not the Charge Card Holder. This might be the dumbest security measure I've heard in the age of paranoia. Fortunately, I picked up the Xbox used from a good soul, ((e:Terry)), and round two wrapped up tonight and they stopped billing me. I think I'll use the savings for HBO or something.

Thanks Terry and watch out on them thar internets, ya'all

As we speak, my dad is at the new Gates Building undergoing an angiogram. Most medical people I know use the word procedure when it comes to stuff like that and I think that is good. Not only do you bill less on procedures than surgeries, the likelihood that they are no big deal is a faster reality too. In all likelihood, he'll probably be home this evening, but anytime you hear anything heart related it does catch your attention a little bit.

I'm not concerned in the grand scheme, as the old man started complaining after his third 15 mile bike ride last week. That's pretty damn good for 75, considering I'm not sure I can do that now.

The siblings are the basket cases. My younger sister had a boyfriend that went through open heart surgery so with her level of calm, it is a good thing she is in Harlem. The old sister is here and looking for stuff to kvetch about, so I might need to run some emergency chloraform downtown to knock her out. The folks are fine, it's the imaginations that run amuck.

There's a work happy hour tonight and the old man said to go....so, I'm going

My eldest daughter is learning to drive. She is doing really well. Like any new driver, she has some things to work on, but is doing pretty good. Watch how folks maneuver around Western New York, I had a bit of an automotive epiphany. And funny enough, it’s not her I’m worried about.

In watching how everybody drives like it is all about them, it makes you wonder. Pity the poor devils trying to parallel park on a busy street, as nobody waits. They pull around the poor guy trying to concentrate on his parallel parking. So you got that to think about while the impatient guy doesn’t seem to give a hoot that he pulling into territory that you know, might have a car coming in the other direction.

I just took my son to the movies over the weekend and we’re coming out and this woman is parking her car very snuggly up to mine, so I basically can’t leave. I, of course, raise an eyebrow. She gets out and says “I didn’t hit your car.” I reply “Well, you didn’t buy it dinner either, could you please back up so we can leave and you can horde both spaces?” She attempts the stink eye but does give me the room to at least leave the parking space without the aid of rubber gloves.

Pulling up Main and Goddell, a Hotel van driver weaves a tapestry of obscenity at me when I chose to stop at the red light. Apparently, I should have gone through to the light and taken my chances with the traffic coming off the 33.

Maybe it’s me.

I was running some saturday morning errands earlier and it did seem like idiosyncreasies amuck on the roads today. Apparently, if you are going to eat at Pano‘s, you have to park in their parking lot and road rage when you try to leave it. It seemed to be a theme. And watching the same scene geting replayed at the Co-op was kind of hilarious.

(Folks, just take a space on the street, it’s the weekend and it would do your fat ass good to walk more than 10 feet to each establishment)

Maybe it’s me.

I took in the Auction benefiting Give for Greatness (the arts group) over on Amherst Street Saturday morning and had to drive around the shapnel of a fairly fresh accident at Delaware and Amherst, and nearly got pegged by somebody making a left, from Amherst, who was so semi-circling it, he was mostly in our lane. About a year ago, coming off Amherst harmlessly on to Delaware, I was ticket fodder. No such look this weekend.

Is the nanosecond saved by making your left turn a semi circle worth it?

Is anybody really that in a hurry?

“Can I drive Dad?”

Yeah, sure, just watch out for everything

An Irishman goes into the confessional box after years of being away
from the Church. He is amazed to find a fully equipped bar with
Guinness on tap. On the other wall is a dazzling array of the finest
cigars and chocolates in the world.

When the priest comes in, the Irishman excitedly begins..."Father,
forgive me, for it's been a very long time since I've been to
confession, but I must first admit that the confessional box is much
more inviting than it used to be."

The priest replies, "Get out. You're on my side."

Off and on for the past few years, I’ve subjected myself to the hot box of fitness that is Bikram Yoga. After a breather, I pushed myself to three classes last week. The truly scholarly refer to it as “your practice.” I practice Bikram, much in the way an elephant “practices” tight rope walking. Sadly the resemblances don’t end there, but thankfully, that isn’t the point.

It’s all about doing the best you can. When you are as athletically gifted as I (and when I say gifted…), that is a good thing. There are no false expectations, competitions, just a gentle guiding toward better health, actual feeling good and sometimes more.

Every class is taught like it is happening to you for the first time. This makes it good and bad, as your muscles do indeed have memories, and apparently potty mouths.

Once you set yourself past the fact that it is both 105 in the room and somebody else’s heating bill, you can start to slip into the familiar, 26 poses that well, beat you up productively. A friend worried about the heat. I don’t think much about it as, it doesn’t take long for the desert like perspiration to start setting in. The first foreword bend sets off a series of snap, crackles and pops that rivals the freshest breakfast cereal. A series of exercises stressing balance reminds me that I don’t have any. The stretches that follow start to make my lungs hurt as this is where first few classes have thrown me a little, but I persevere, hanging in there. All hope might not be lost as I am able to even assume the tree pose with minimal resemblance to a weeble.

The second half of the class is down on the mats and one pose does have you laying on your stomach, trying to lift everything you can off the ground. Everytime an instructor says to “imagine yourself a bird,” my thoughts tend to go penguins as like them I apparently am not made to fly.

But after 90 melting minutes, I got through it and will head back for more later this week. It’s a bit torturous, and like that commercial with Charles Barkley, I’m not there for the higher consciousness, I’m there because a beer tonight would taste really good.

And it does seem to allow that.