Shout Out

Props to my old boss for making herstory!

New York Times Gaffe!

Check out the winner for Best Picture:


Note: This is also an excuse for me to show all my readers what I have on my Firefox Bookmarks Toolbar...

Underappreciated

Yale plans to expand:

“If you’re ever going to expand, this is the right time to do it,” [Roland] Betts said, citing Yale’s robust health as an institution at this point in its history. “You have an unbelievably precious resource here called the Yale education, and you sort of have a duty to provide it to as many people as you possibly can.”

It's funny though, because the way Betts feels about a Yale education is the way I feel about Delino blog posts.

Growing Up

I met a guy (of seemingly similar age) last night who introduced me to the girl on his right as his wife. After laughing to myself for a few minutes, I realized he was serious.

Nice Parking Spot Tom

Spotted outside the Yale Club:


Although the explicit reference to the number of Africans you hope to murder in your lifetime is a little gauche.

I should have seen this coming

Last night I had a dream about my parents taking the kids from The Wire (Michael, Namond, Randy, Dukie) on a trip to China.

The writers are coming, the writers are coming

Yes, they're back and here's when all your favorite shows will be back. This is all well and good, but before we get too excited, let's remember that most of these show suck. I was actually sort of happy drifting along and catching up on old shows. Of course if The Wire had been delayed, things might have been different...and Lester has a job again which is cool. So on the whole it's good I suppose, just not as amazing as people think. Sort of like everything.

What the Hell Happened to Me?

From March 2004:

At the all-student game in the basement of Trumbull College, the action is no-limit hold 'em with blinds of fifty cents and a dollar. On the evening of November 12, the competition at the too-small hexagonal table was sufficiently talented to relieve me of $290 in less than three hours. Alex Jacob. Richard Berger. Ben Morris. Remember these names, pokeristas. Beware the Trumbull game, fishes. Mr. Berger, a skinny, bearded junior who as a freshman had won a one-table satellite against touring pros Daniel Negreanu and Allen Cunningham, raked three good-sized pots I was in; he also laid down pocket jacks when I flopped a straight against him, even though the board was 8-high. Berger and his pals may have had Swahili folklore or Kantian epistemology papers a week overdue, but these guys could play.

No More Conservative Choice

It's the end of the road for Romney. Sadly he did not have enough Mittmentum. At least we'll always get to remember him asking "Who let the dogs out?" and talking about "bling bling"...

Taboo Clue

The word is "shoot" and I say: "What I will do to your daughter's calf muscle."

Giants Win! Third Avenue Celebrates!

A mini-Giants rally broke out at 34th and 3rd last night after the win. There was the requisite flashing girl, the 18-1 chants, toilet paper everywhere, and of course, plenty of police. Not enough burning cars though, Detroit is still the ultimate riot town.


The aftermath:

A lone Patriots fan:

It felt great to savor my first major sports championship as an adult.