Made by Sean, for Sean…
Here’s the team shot two games into the season to celebrate the Altoona Trout’s first victory over the San Juan Crabbers. One of the players is a kicker and one is a joke. See if you can guess who is who.
If you don’t play fantasy football, you should. It’s not just for nerds anymore.
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Site of the Day: Great bands’ concerts streamed from CBC (Canadian Broadcasting Company).
Here’s the team shot two games into the season to celebrate the Altoona Trout’s first victory over the San Juan Crabbers. One of the players is a kicker and one is a joke. See if you can guess who is who.
If you don’t play fantasy football, you should. It’s not just for nerds anymore.
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Site of the Day: Great bands’ concerts streamed from CBC (Canadian Broadcasting Company).
My friend and former coworker James Gerber stopped by the office today. He left his job as a QA tech for a dotcom to become and NYPD fireman three years ago. I’m certain he meets more woman in the world of emergency rescue than the in new media.
I should have been a fireman.
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Site of the Day: Not 100% safe for work, but soon to be a POTD here, Doing a Lynndie
My friend and former coworker James Gerber stopped by the office today. He left his job as a QA tech for a dotcom to become and NYPD fireman three years ago. I’m certain he meets more woman in the world of emergency rescue than the in new media.
I should have been a fireman.
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Site of the Day: Not 100% safe for work, but soon to be a POTD here, Doing a Lynndie
Tricia is now thirty, which is the new twenty, just like Tuesday was the new Thursday (which was the the new Friday) and gray was the new black. For the record, Friday is now the new Friday and black is the new black.
I must say, looking at this photo, we are certainly better looking than we were in college or even at 25. It’s all the good, clean living.
Happy Birthday, Pat! I understand that coincidentally it is also your twin sister Mary Ann’s birthday, so pass the wishes along to her.
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Let’s say you do occupation or pursuit X. And the odds of being a success at X aren’t very good, or at least it’s an exceptionally competative market. X could be playing guitar, writing, clam biology, construction contracting, or fighting for academic grants in a Phd program. Sooner or later a friend in occupation Y (Y is just something other than X) introduces you to a fellow writer, contractor, or clam biologist. The newly met peer can only tell you one of two things. One, yes times are very difficult and I’ve had very rough go, but I learned A,B, and C, let’s commiserate and compare notes. Or two, I’m way more successful than you–you suck. Nobody likes to hear two, so they don’t stick around for the chance.
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Site of the Day: It’s good to be thirty when you think about how dumb high schoolers are.
Tricia is now thirty, which is the new twenty, just like Tuesday was the new Thursday (which was the the new Friday) and gray was the new black. For the record, Friday is now the new Friday and black is the new black.
I must say, looking at this photo, we are certainly better looking than we were in college or even at 25. It’s all the good, clean living.
Happy Birthday, Pat! I understand that coincidentally it is also your twin sister Mary Ann’s birthday, so pass the wishes along to her.
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Let’s say you do occupation or pursuit X. And the odds of being a success at X aren’t very good, or at least it’s an exceptionally competative market. X could be playing guitar, writing, clam biology, construction contracting, or fighting for academic grants in a Phd program. Sooner or later a friend in occupation Y (Y is just something other than X) introduces you to a fellow writer, contractor, or clam biologist. The newly met peer can only tell you one of two things. One, yes times are very difficult and I’ve had very rough go, but I learned A,B, and C, let’s commiserate and compare notes. Or two, I’m way more successful than you–you suck. Nobody likes to hear two, so they don’t stick around for the chance.
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Site of the Day: It’s good to be thirty when you think about how dumb high schoolers are.
Perhaps you may have seen the Internet film iPod’s Dirty Secret. Or maybe you saw the resulting doctered iPod posters around town with “IPOD”S UNREPLACABLE BATTERY ONLY LASTS 18 MONTHS” stenciled over them. If you missed these things, you may not know that iPods, although one of the greatest modern inventions, soon turn into very expensive paperweights.
As a direct result of the film (good job, Neistat Brothers!) Apple started a battery replacement program, but it’s a raw deal. The cost is $99 and you receive another refurbished iPod in two weeks. All your songs and files are gone. That sucks and I’m a little pissed off right now.
If anyone knows of other options, please email me. If you don’t have an iPod, enjoy the schadenfreude.
Update from Chrissy, more info on iPod batteries and cheaper replacement options.
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Site of the Day: I can’t say why, but Toonces used to make laugh until gray matter came out my nose.
Perhaps you may have seen the Internet film iPod’s Dirty Secret. Or maybe you saw the resulting doctered iPod posters around town with “IPOD”S UNREPLACABLE BATTERY ONLY LASTS 18 MONTHS” stenciled over them. If you missed these things, you may not know that iPods, although one of the greatest modern inventions, soon turn into very expensive paperweights.
As a direct result of the film (good job, Neistat Brothers!) Apple started a battery replacement program, but it’s a raw deal. The cost is $99 and you receive another refurbished iPod in two weeks. All your songs and files are gone. That sucks and I’m a little pissed off right now.
If anyone knows of other options, please email me. If you don’t have an iPod, enjoy the schadenfreude.
Update from Chrissy, more info on iPod batteries and cheaper replacement options.
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Site of the Day: I can’t say why, but Toonces used to make laugh until gray matter came out my nose.
A restaurant/lounge named Ike fondly refers to our icon of values, President Eisenhower and better serve decent American cuisine. Ike delivers. The menu hearkens to a time when men’s hair was short and woman wore pearls to vacuum and has fun items like deviled eggs and Corn Flake encrusted fish sticks along with an array of American standards, including TV dinners and retro drinks. The art-deco decor displays fifties’ swank with irregular red plastic tables, cubist furniture, and bulbous wall-pieces. A DJ spins mellow ambient beside the bar. Entrees $10 -$17. On corner of 2nd Ave. & 6th St.
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Pictured today is the wild Jerry which roams the Eastern seaboard, buying dinners on the company AmEx. Good man. And blonde to go along with our theme this week.
UPDATE: 03/23/2006 – Ike closed. Another restaurant opened called Smoke. It closed too. Now it is a sports restaurant called Bounce.
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Site of the Day: From Mike and the NYT, the current stats on the campaign.
A restaurant/lounge named Ike fondly refers to our icon of values, President Eisenhower and better serve decent American cuisine. Ike delivers. The menu hearkens to a time when men’s hair was short and woman wore pearls to vacuum and has fun items like deviled eggs and Corn Flake encrusted fish sticks along with an array of American standards, including TV dinners and retro drinks. The art-deco decor displays fifties’ swank with irregular red plastic tables, cubist furniture, and bulbous wall-pieces. A DJ spins mellow ambient beside the bar. Entrees $10 -$17. On corner of 2nd Ave. & 6th St.
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Pictured today is the wild Jerry which roams the Eastern seaboard, buying dinners on the company AmEx. Good man. And blonde to go along with our theme this week.
UPDATE: 03/23/2006 – Ike closed. Another restaurant opened called Smoke. It closed too. Now it is a sports restaurant called Bounce.
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Site of the Day: From Mike and the NYT, the current stats on the campaign.
On Sunday my friend Rachelle B, sometimes erroneously called Rachel Leb, took a break from documenting Chicago to have some drinks with her NYC peeps at the Croxley Ale House. Erik and I stopped by for one during a mini-memory EV pup crawl.
It’s all blondes all week here at STC.com.
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On an unrelated note, there are several recent wedding engagements that I haven’t given a shout out to here on the site:
For the record, I don’t do engagement parties or give wedding gifts. It’s just my thing and I think it’s fair if you know that before inviting me. See, I’m never going to get married and expecting me to buy a salad bowl or pie server is like asking a Jew for a Christmas gift. I do, however, love you all.
And to the gullible, I am being slightly facetious. Slightly.
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Site of the Day: Impressive shot of Frances.
On Sunday my friend Rachelle B, sometimes erroneously called Rachel Leb, took a break from documenting Chicago to have some drinks with her NYC peeps at the Croxley Ale House. Erik and I stopped by for one during a mini-memory EV pup crawl.
It’s all blondes all week here at STC.com.
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On an unrelated note, there are several recent wedding engagements that I haven’t given a shout out to here on the site:
For the record, I don’t do engagement parties or give wedding gifts. It’s just my thing and I think it’s fair if you know that before inviting me. See, I’m never going to get married and expecting me to buy a salad bowl or pie server is like asking a Jew for a Christmas gift. I do, however, love you all.
And to the gullible, I am being slightly facetious. Slightly.
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Site of the Day: Impressive shot of Frances.
Just a 50 minute drive (a magical number that is less than an hour) away is Greenwood Lake. Andy and Ronda have a cottage with a dock and ski-boat on the shore and kindly invited a bunch of people including Ildi and me for a BBQ on Saturday. We got there very quickly thanks to Mark and soon I was having too much fun relaxing and floating in the water to take any pictures. But I did get this shot before we went fish for pike. The little dog was for bait. …
That’s all I got today. I hate coming back after a three-day vacation, too.
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Site of the Day: The future Mrs. Sean T. Conrad.
Just a 50 minute drive (a magical number that is less than an hour) away is Greenwood Lake. Andy and Ronda have a cottage with a dock and ski-boat on the shore and kindly invited a bunch of people including Ildi and me for a BBQ on Saturday. We got there very quickly thanks to Mark and soon I was having too much fun relaxing and floating in the water to take any pictures. But I did get this shot before we went fish for pike. The little dog was for bait.
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That’s all I got today. I hate coming back after a three-day vacation, too.
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Site of the Day: The future Mrs. Sean T. Conrad.
Yesterday, I wrote about how the current protest in New York against the RNC are futile. Anyone can say negative things, but I think it’s best to keep your mouth shut unless you have an alternative solution. Well, I do. I have a plan on how I personally can change the outcome of the 2004 presidential election.
Just like 2000, the outcome is still unclear and the race will be close. One state could be another Florida and decide the whole thing. Pennsylvania has the potential be a bellwether to the rest of the nation. It delivers a whopping twenty-one of the need 270 electoral votes, and despite being historically republican, went for Gore last time.
As an important swing state, PA will receive a decent amount of attention from both candidates. Kerry will focus on the blue end-caps, Pittsburgh and Philadelphia, that vote left with labor. Bush will preach to the middle counties that ask themselves, “What would Jesus do?” before pulling the lever.
Here’s my plan. I’m from PA District 9 (used to be 6 before redistricting in 2000). Other than a few locals, the democrats wouldn’t set foot there to canvas because of a valid fear of getting blasted by a shotgun. If by some miracle, the dems could win this district, they would win Pennsylvania, and thus very likely the election. I think I could help.
Current campaigners are probably making the mistake of talking or wearing Kerry stickers. That’s just a good way to get smacked. You need to be sneakier. When I was in High School, someone hung flyers for a very inexpensive weekend trip to a ski resort. Half the school went and it wasn’t until after everyone was gathered in the lodge’s cafeteria that some pale man with a guitar mentioned Jesus. The trip was sponsored a group called Young Life and they subliminally got kids into JC with trips and dances. That type of trickery works well in the Alleghenies.
I want to use buffalo wings instead of ski trips. People in PA love junk food. Most pretzels and chips are made there by fifth generation Germans. If you want to get the whole county to turn out, the best bet is a wing festival. Tickets would be on sale for a dollar and one ticket gets you a Rolling Rock or a half-dozen wings. All the restaurants in the area compete, the winner being decided by which booth has the most tickets at the end of the day. These festivals are already going on all summer in the area.
I want to sponsor a touring wing and beer party to try and get out a message. You can’t just ask the folks to vote for Kerry. That’s like asking them to root for the Dallas Cowboys. Instead, after the folks have a full belly and a cold one in their mitts, just present some counter arguments to the conventional wisdom that pervades the land. Maybe one chart showing how tax cuts do not trickle down to lower income families. I’d try and explain that Saddam Hussein had no connection with Sept. 11 and that, yes, killing people in Afghanistan does make us safer, but killing folks in Iraq actually makes terrorism more likely. If I could get Lewis Black to do the talking and Beth Ostrosky to hold the charts, it may work.
Ok, I’ll admit the scheme needs some work. It’s a first draft. I actually have no idea how PA congressional district voting translates into the electoral college. I have no real connections with any celebrities. And I’m lazy. Still, suggestions and comments are welcome. My Uncle Steve thinks a better plan would be to blanket the land with a crop duster and weaponized Ecstasy. He may be right.
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SIte of the Day: From Jerry, no need to worry about the election, we will soon be overrun by aliens. I, for one, welcome are new space creature warlords.
Yesterday, I wrote about how the current protest in New York against the RNC are futile. Anyone can say negative things, but I think it’s best to keep your mouth shut unless you have an alternative solution. Well, I do. I have a plan on how I personally can change the outcome of the 2004 presidential election.
Just like 2000, the outcome is still unclear and the race will be close. One state could be another Florida and decide the whole thing. Pennsylvania has the potential be a bellwether to the rest of the nation. It delivers a whopping twenty-one of the need 270 electoral votes, and despite being historically republican, went for Gore last time.
As an important swing state, PA will receive a decent amount of attention from both candidates. Kerry will focus on the blue end-caps, Pittsburgh and Philadelphia, that vote left with labor. Bush will preach to the middle counties that ask themselves, “What would Jesus do?” before pulling the lever.
Here’s my plan. I’m from PA District 9 (used to be 6 before redistricting in 2000). Other than a few locals, the democrats wouldn’t set foot there to canvas because of a valid fear of getting blasted by a shotgun. If by some miracle, the dems could win this district, they would win Pennsylvania, and thus very likely the election. I think I could help.
Current campaigners are probably making the mistake of talking or wearing Kerry stickers. That’s just a good way to get smacked. You need to be sneakier. When I was in High School, someone hung flyers for a very inexpensive weekend trip to a ski resort. Half the school went and it wasn’t until after everyone was gathered in the lodge’s cafeteria that some pale man with a guitar mentioned Jesus. The trip was sponsored a group called Young Life and they subliminally got kids into JC with trips and dances. That type of trickery works well in the Alleghenies.
I want to use buffalo wings instead of ski trips. People in PA love junk food. Most pretzels and chips are made there by fifth generation Germans. If you want to get the whole county to turn out, the best bet is a wing festival. Tickets would be on sale for a dollar and one ticket gets you a Rolling Rock or a half-dozen wings. All the restaurants in the area compete, the winner being decided by which booth has the most tickets at the end of the day. These festivals are already going on all summer in the area.
I want to sponsor a touring wing and beer party to try and get out a message. You can’t just ask the folks to vote for Kerry. That’s like asking them to root for the Dallas Cowboys. Instead, after the folks have a full belly and a cold one in their mitts, just present some counter arguments to the conventional wisdom that pervades the land. Maybe one chart showing how tax cuts do not trickle down to lower income families. I’d try and explain that Saddam Hussein had no connection with Sept. 11 and that, yes, killing people in Afghanistan does make us safer, but killing folks in Iraq actually makes terrorism more likely. If I could get Lewis Black to do the talking and Beth Ostrosky to hold the charts, it may work.
Ok, I’ll admit the scheme needs some work. It’s a first draft. I actually have no idea how PA congressional district voting translates into the electoral college. I have no real connections with any celebrities. And I’m lazy. Still, suggestions and comments are welcome. My Uncle Steve thinks a better plan would be to blanket the land with a crop duster and weaponized Ecstasy. He may be right.
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SIte of the Day: From Jerry, no need to worry about the election, we will soon be overrun by aliens. I, for one, welcome are new space creature warlords.
Protesters as part of A31 (August 31st) made their most volatile protests yesterday. Over 15 police were injured. Traffic was snarled. At least one delegate was spit on. Arrests estimated at 1100. Detainees are being stored in pens in an old bus garage on Pier 57, sleeping in diesel fuel and river dust.
And it doesn’t have a goddamn thing to do with the price of tea in China.
I want George W. Bush out of the office so badly that I would give up my iPod, Playstation, and remaining hair to see him go. My reasons: absurd fiscal policies and tax cuts, his rape of the environment, and is ineptness at running a possibly illegitimate war. And it does make my blood boil when I hear his fear-mongering, semi-illiterate speech. But I don’t hate the man. It’s simply counter-productive to get overly passionate.
The protestors this week are not helping their cause. They are self-indulgently expunging their own bile and frustration and I can guarantee the limited national coverage will not affect one undecided vote in any of the swing states. If anything, it just paints liberals as irrational whackos.
If they really, truly want to make a difference, they should ignore the convention. Do not protest or do anything to give it another line in the paper. Find two pretty girls (see pic) and hide out at a nice restaurant in the East Village. And then make a donation to the Kerry campaign to buy TV ads in purple states. Anything else is for their own edification and unintentionally GWB’s.
Tomorrow I’ll have another plan to make a difference that involves buffalo wings and beer! Seriously.
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Site of the Day: Nothing political, Spiderman reviews crayons.
Protesters as part of A31 (August 31st) made their most volatile protests yesterday. Over 15 police were injured. Traffic was snarled. At least one delegate was spit on. Arrests estimated at 1100. Detainees are being stored in pens in an old bus garage on Pier 57, sleeping in diesel fuel and river dust.
And it doesn’t have a goddamn thing to do with the price of tea in China.
I want George W. Bush out of the office so badly that I would give up my iPod, Playstation, and remaining hair to see him go. My reasons: absurd fiscal policies and tax cuts, his rape of the environment, and is ineptness at running a possibly illegitimate war. And it does make my blood boil when I hear his fear-mongering, semi-illiterate speech. But I don’t hate the man. It’s simply counter-productive to get overly passionate.
The protestors this week are not helping their cause. They are self-indulgently expunging their own bile and frustration and I can guarantee the limited national coverage will not affect one undecided vote in any of the swing states. If anything, it just paints liberals as irrational whackos.
If they really, truly want to make a difference, they should ignore the convention. Do not protest or do anything to give it another line in the paper. Find two pretty girls (see pic) and hide out at a nice restaurant in the East Village. And then make a donation to the Kerry campaign to buy TV ads in purple states. Anything else is for their own edification and unintentionally GWB’s.
Tomorrow I’ll have another plan to make a difference that involves buffalo wings and beer! Seriously.
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Site of the Day: Nothing political, Spiderman reviews crayons.
Today’s impressionistic shot is my friend and workshop-mate Andy Christie who took first place last night at The Moth Story Slam. The Moth is a story tellers competition where contestants, after geting their name drawn from a hat, have five minutes to tell a complete narrative on a predetermined topic. No notes are allowed and if the piece is too “stand-up-ish,” the judges will give it bad scores.
Last night’s theme was “squeaky wheels.” Andy Borowitz hosted and two literary celebrities also spoke, Harper’s editor Lewis Lapham and novelist Jonathan Ames. Andy went on last and promptly killed a packed house to win by a huge margin with a story about unfair gifts for siblings and a lost copy of Dante’s Inferno. Shit was tight.
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Site of the Day & Protest Report: The most volatile protests are expected today as part of A31. You can get up to the minute reports here. So far I haven’t seen anything, but I am in a cubicle in Soho.
Today’s impressionistic shot is my friend and workshop-mate Andy Christie who took first place last night at The Moth Story Slam. The Moth is a story tellers competition where contestants, after geting their name drawn from a hat, have five minutes to tell a complete narrative on a predetermined topic. No notes are allowed and if the piece is too “stand-up-ish,” the judges will give it bad scores.
Last night’s theme was “squeaky wheels.” Andy Borowitz hosted and two literary celebrities also spoke, Harper’s editor Lewis Lapham and novelist Jonathan Ames. Andy went on last and promptly killed a packed house to win by a huge margin with a story about unfair gifts for siblings and a lost copy of Dante’s Inferno. Shit was tight.
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Site of the Day & Protest Report: The most volatile protests are expected today as part of A31. You can get up to the minute reports here. So far I haven’t seen anything, but I am in a cubicle in Soho.
