Sad and curious about the fact that City Paper’s long-time “Running Numbers” column/feature is being cut.
I was flipping through my copy today, trying to figure out why the layout looked all strange and new. Then I came upon page 32. And there it was:
“Cherish it while it lasts — Running Numbers makes its final count.”‘
First of all, Running Numbers is usually in the first five pages of CP’s weekly edition. Usually it’s opposite the editorial. Perhaps I didn’t notice it being surreptiously slid deeper and deeper into the issue. It certainly was happenstance that I found out it was being cut.
What? Why? Where? When? How?
I love Running Numbers! It’s short. Succint. Helpful. And inspiring.
That was my favoritest section.
*Sobs. Brian Howard, you cannot do this to me.
Us geeks love numbers. It helps quantify our life.
I heart cat ladies. Who doesn’t? I used to be fascinated by a cat lady who lived around the block from me. Her name was Rosie. She had twenty-some cats that lived with her. The neighbors complained. Often. And loudly. Sometimes the police would come with the SPCA. To remove the stray cats. And euthanize them. But she always took strays back in. I always felt a little sympathetic towards her, secretly. Even though I understood why everyone in the block complained about the smell. But her intentions were pure. She died years ago.
Anyhow, so The Jamisonian brings us news of a particular cat lady whose voice wows a crowd. Just a nice little reminder of how little we know the people around us. I often try to imagine the secret talents the people I know are hiding from myself and the world. Because everyone is really good at something. It’s always a fun challenge to figure out who’s good at what and why.
Reminds me of Paul Potts.
So every now and then I like to check in with my little sister and her high school friends. A couple of weeks ago a few of them went to one of those Fairy Godmother things, where a girl can pick out a prom dress and accessories without bankrupting her parents/herself. Which was pretty prudent of them. I was impressed. (I’m used to of high school kids who work at McDonald’s for at least two year’s in advance hoping against hope they can save the prerequiste $2000 to afford a limo rental, tailored dress, etc. ) The girls came back loaded with prom swag, having spent only $20 or so (okay who’s going to come up with a Fairy Godfather? Tux’s are expensive too.)
Along with all of the discounted prom stuff, however, came a lot of freebies from prom vendors. My sister presented me with a piece of paper. A prom checklist if you will of all the things a gal needs to do to get ready for the big day.
“Check it out,” she said. I did.
The third bullet point said “Start toning your body. Download fitness videos at seventeen.com/trainer.” Continue reading
Thabooger on why he won’t eat his veggies. Warning! Don’t watch at work!
I really dont give a sh*t what people eat just as long as its not actually sh*t. Unless I hate you, then you can eat all the sh*t you want. But what I can’t stand are Vegans and Vegetarians who think they’re so f*cking awesome that they have to constantly remind me that I am hurting an animal. I really don’t care so stop trying to make me feel guilty. Just take a look at this stupid pretentious prick.
This is the type of irritating bullsh*t I’m talking about. I just want to punch him in the face. Now I’m not saying all Vegetarians are like this. Just most of them. Why do they make it a “moral” issue?
This study has me intrigued, and not just because I know the folks doing the research :P
From the Philadelphia Gay News:
Researchers from the Public Health Management Corporation recently completed a study that found that men who identify as “down low” do not pose any higher risk of spreading HIV to female partners than openly bisexual men.
The study, published in this month’s issue of the American Journal of Public Health, was created to assess the sexual practices of African-American men who identify with the down low — commonly thought of as those who engage in sex with other men without their female partners’ knowledge — and if this practice affects the high rates of HIV in the black community.
Fascinating stuff. Oh, and here I thought the gays were responsible for the world’s problems. Darn. Science. Schmience.