Radio City Music Hall Is Full of Jerks

So, after 13 years of living in New York City (NEW YORK CITY!!), last night marked my first visit to the Radio City Christmas Spectacular. And boy was it spectacular!

But first a few words about assholes, because there are entirely too many at this show. Late people? You’re assholes. Look, I understand that you’re selfishness makes you believe that the entire world runs on your schedule, but it does not. Want to be five minutes late to a work meeting? Fine, we’ll start without you. Want to be ten minutes late for a dinner reservation? Okay, then. But I won’t be meeting you in public for food every again (Kenny gets hangry). But there’s not much I can do when you enter a show fifteen minutes late and make the entire row in front of us stand up — because late assholes ALWAYS have middle seats.
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Philadelphia 2012: If Marathon’s Were Easy

Gonna make a fine belt buckle one day

“If marathon’s were easy, they’d be called ‘Your Mom.'”

So read my favorite fan sign of the day as I ran 26 miles and change through Philadelphia on Nov. 18. I was half tempted to stop and take pictures of some of the funnier signs: “Smile if you’ve pooped your pants already”; “Run like you stole something”; “Chuck Norris never ran a marathon”; “There IS a finish line. I checked”; “Hurry up, we’re getting cold.” And others I can’t now remember.

But I did not stop for pictures. Or even the bathroom. And that’s a good thing. This was my third marathon. Or, as I like to say just to annoy people who really don’t care about the marathon details of yet another marathoner they’ve had the misfortune of starting up on the subject, this was my second and a half.

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Post-Sandy Commuting: I Ran to Work This Morning

This morning’s commute? A 6.25 mile run from Park Slope to our office on Third Ave. between 44th and 45th. Took me exactly one hour. (Tips for runners below.)

Subway wasn’t an option unless I wanted to just ride back and forth within Brooklyn. Or I could have caught a ride in one of those car things. Judging from what I could see — and what I’ve found out from coworkers since arriving in the office — traffic this morning wasn’t quite as bad as yesterday. Apparently the city is being really serious about the three-person to a car rule. Don’t have at least three people in your car? You’re not getting anywhere near a bridge.

But why sit in a car when I have a pair of working legs AND the Vanderbilt YMCA was open so I had a place to shower? So I ran. The only drawback was that my little backpack wasn’t waterproof so my dry clothes got a little sweat on them — the clean underwear took the biggest hit, so yeah, totally going commando at the moment.

One of the coolest things was, after getting off the Brooklyn Bridge, having Lafayette Avenue all to myself. This is what it looked like.

Lafayette Ave. Manhattan. 8:30 a.m. Thursday, Nov. 1, 2012

There were shuttle buses from Brooklyn to Manhattan. But you tell me which looks better, that wide open expanse of Lafayette or this.

If anyone does want to run, note that I have a pretty easy route: Bergen to Boerum, over the Bridge, up Lafayette to Astor, over to Third and up to 44th. I didn’t have to cross any Avenues downtown. There are more police down there than there were yesterday, but probably is still dicey trying to Frogger your way across Avenues with no working lights. If you’re heading to a west side location in Midtown or aboe, best bet would be to follow my route until you get above 40th street and into the land of working traffic lights before heading west. If a lower Manhattan location, might be best to get as far west as possible before getting to Canal street.

Also, do NOT wear headphones. What are you, stoopid or something? With not traffic lights, you need all your senses. Pay attention. Be patient. It’s not a race, just a cool way to get to work.

Reporting From Midtown Manhattan

You know something has to have gone wrong when the coffee-cart guys aren’t on the streets. But it makes sense. They all live in Queens or Jersey, likely in areas still without power or underwater. Not that any sane person would try to drive into Manhattan today.

But plenty are. Which is sort of ridiculous. There are no traffic lights from the Manhattan Bridge all the way to 39th Street.

I know this because I caught a ride in with Cara and her coworkers. My office has power and we have an old-fashioned print magazine to put out — unlike the website, we can’t do it from home. Cara, on the other hand? I just got an email saying they’re still driving around looking for parking. Not only that, they’re looking for a place to work. Seems the employers are sending them to an building site because their office is still without power. Nothing drives a boss crazy like the thought of you sitting at home collecting some pay for watching Magic Mike for the fifth time.

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All the Starbucks are still closed. Walking around Midtown, I saw a frequently repeated scene. Individual would approach a Starbucks then stare in mute horror, unable to comprehend such a thing as a Starbucks closed on a weekday at 8 a.m. Perhaps this person has been to two or three other Starbucks, only to find they’re all shuttered for the day. Of course, there are plenty of coffee options open — most of them better than Starbucks.

It’s an odd thing how self-centered survival can be. We made it through Hurricane Sandy fine. Never lost power or water or internet. Our DirecTV signal — which went out for hours during Irene last year — never wavered. In fact, we got very little rain. This storm never worried me, to be honest. Sure, we prepared. Always pays to take these things seriously. But here’s the deal. We’re on the slope in Park Slope. It would take a Category 5 storm to push water into our neighborhood. And while plenty of trees snapped and fell around the Slope, we’re on the first floor, meaning — from a practical standpoint — there are three other apartments protecting us. Rain? We had a storm last year that dumped 10 inches in 24 hours and we didn’t flood — and oddly enough we got very little rain with Sandy.

So we were extremely lucky. A lot of people weren’t. Entire neighborhoods and towns are gone (for now). People will be without power for days. I’ve got a coworker, who lives in a high rise in Lower Manhattan, who’s got no power. And, what people may forget is that if you’re in a high rise with no power, that also means you have no water. They filled their tub with water for toilet flushing and the like but a tub full of water doesn’t last long. But he’s taking it in stride.

People may think this isn’t supposed to happen. People may think that New York is different. But nature is nature and sea water is sea water. And when sea water meets electrical transformers, it doesn’t matter if they are meant to power the grid for lower Manhattan. If water works its way into a sub-basement electrical supply system, it doesn’t matter if that basement belongs to a hospital.

And just because millions of people have business to do, that doesn’t mean that water will evaporate over night. In the wake of Katrina, a lot of people had held New York as an example of how things were supposed to work. Look how quickly we recovered from 9/11 and the 2003 Blackout. As I said at the time, there’s a huge difference between power outages caused by blackouts or even bombs — and power outages caused by millions of gallons of water.

New York is lucky in that the water came in and, in most cases, went back out — unlike in New Orleans, where water poured into a bowl and sort of sat there. I believe there are towns in Jersey where this has happened due to broken levees — and they’re going to suffer that hellish fate.

Weirdest thing I saw? This angel at the top of St. Augustine’s on the corner of Sixth Ave. and Sterling in Park Slope. Image

 

What’s weird about it? It’s missing something.

Robicelli’s Cupcakes Under New Management

Robicelli’s — the world’s best cupcake in the world (I made that up, but it’s true) — has been bought out by a national conglomerate. And the new management is, uh, well just read this note from Peter I. Wankworth III, CEO of KRUMmy Cupcakes:

Some of you will no doubt notice that we are moving away from Robicelli’s, shall we say, unique ideas about what a cupcake is. Here at KRUMmy we firmly believe that when the good lord created cupcakes he never intended meat and other exotic ingredients to be involved. Fried chicken belongs in a bucket with French fries and olive oil belongs on pasta. Further, if a cupcake does not deliver two days’ worth of sugar, then it might as well be a muffin. And KRUMmy is not in the muffin business.

Okay, okay. I’m just yanking yer chains. Allison Robicelli had a bit of an accident last week and is under strict orders not to be farting around on computers and such. So some of us are pitching in to get their blog going. And I helped out! Yay me! Go read. And order some damn cupcakes. They’re the bomb. (Especially the Irish Car Bomb one.)

Unified NFL Conspiracy Theory

Roger Goodell hates the Saints.
Replacement refs hated the Saints.
Real refs love the Saints — as judged by some of last night’s hilariously bad calls against the Chargers and some of the calls in the Packers game.
The referee lockout was less about pension plans and just another in a long line of attempts by Roger Goodell to screw the Saints.

Hamptons Half 2012: Thanks Everyone

Run, Kenny. Run
This past Saturday was the Hamptons Half Marathon that I’d been bugging yall about all summer. For the third year in a row, I ran this race with and for Leukemia & Lymphoma Society’s Team in Training. The first thing I want to do is thank all of those who donated to the cause. Thanks to you, my page alone contributed over $2,500 to Team in Training. Woohoo! The second thing I want to do is thank Team in Training coaches, mentors and cheering squads. (And Ross and Scott and Nick as well).
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Exciting Book News Part 1: First Novel, New Look

Hey everyone, The First Annual Grand Prairie Rabbit Festival drops in paperback today! Woohoo!

Wait a minute, Ken. Wasn’t The First Annual Grand Prairie Rabbit Festival originally a paperback? Uh, yes. Yes indeed it was. But now it’s a different paperback. With a brand new cover. And a lower price point. It’s going to be $9.95. (And, uh, $7.73 for ebook version.)

UPDATE: Looks like both Amazon and B&N.com are holding back on the goods until you all completely buy out original stock. Get cracking!

So what’s going on here? Kensington, the book’s publisher, is re-releasing (slightly) older books with new covers at lower price points to give them a second chance at life. A low-risk gamble, I guess, to see what you can make of your backlist. I can’t make sense out of royalty statements, but even if the book did as well as I think it did, that still means there are 299,985,000 Americans who haven’t read the book. So, lots of opportunity there.

I loved the original cover, by Tim O’Brien (the guy what did The Hunger Games covers and that wonderfully creepy Chuck Brown portrait). But I’m digging this one, too, because it almost looks like Grand Prairie in that it has a water tower, a dirt road and some empty fields. The hills, though, not so much.

So, what does this mean for you and me? I don’t know. If you’ve read the book, then thank you. I love you. You can still hit the LIKE button on Amazon and Barnes & Noble. If you haven’t reviewed it yet, feel free to review. If you have reviewed it for Amazon, copy and paste that review to B&N — and vice versa. (Of course, if you have read it and still want to buy a stack of them, far be it from me to stop you.)

If you haven’t read it or know people who haven’t read it, well here’s a fresh opportunity! Go for it. Read it. Buy it for a friend. It’s on sale! Suggest it for your book club. Share it on your vast Twitter and Facebook networks. Here are a bunch of nice things people said about it.

Oh, and walk into your local book store and bug them people to carry it! Etc. Etc.

Hell, rejoin the Facebook Group — since Facebook booted everyone from the original group during one of its 7,000 redesigns.

By the way, you’ll note the headline of this post says Part 1. I’ll holler at you when Part 2 drops. Should be soon. And it should be different.

Sequel to iFitness Hydration Belt Review

Last month I wrote a review of the iFitness Hyrdration Belt, singing its praises. It’s the best one I’ve tried, but I had two minor nits to pick.

The first was that the bottles I had were kind of leaky. Well, apparently the good folks at iFitness noticed the complaint on this blog, which is read by literally tens of people. They reached out to me, apologized and sent me two replacement bottles. I didn’t have to do anything! That’s customer service folks.

The second was that the belt only came with two holsters and bottles, which is fine for half-marathon training, but I like to have more for longer distances. You can order add-on clips and bottles. So I did.

How did that work out? Well, I thought I was going to have to write a negative review. After wrestling the holsters onto the belt, filling the bottles and walking to the park with no incident for my first run fully loaded, the extra weight started pulling the belt down around my ass. This was extremely frustrating.

But! After the run, I got home, wrestled the holsters off and tightened the belt up pretty good. I’m happy to report that this weekend’s 18 mile run was completed with four full bottles and no slippage whatsoever. The iFitness belt still kicks ass.

The bottle clips are sort of a pain in the ass to get on, but that’s actually a good thing because they don’t slip or slide up and down the belt once you do have them on the belt.

So, there you have it. The iFitness belt, which I thought kicked ass with two bottles, is even better with four bottles. Just don’t forget to tighten your belt.