I encourage everyone to read the book. As for the movie? This is nothing more than the latest in casino movies with numbers in their titles.
- Direct flights to the EU from more U.S. cities.
- Same in the opposite direction.
- Quicker flights to European destinations that require a connection. With open skies, you can enter a country through any international airport, not just those previously designated as entry-points from the U.S. This means a deeper initial direct flight and a reduced-time short hop.
- Greater U.S. presence by EU-based airlines. This has a diminished effect given all of the code-sharing to date.
- Hopefully, some improvement in quality (if not price) due to competition.=
I $ NY - Perhaps even truer now. Get it at CafePress.
The real question we should be asking, should these say "I (Euro) NY"?
- Azithromycin (anti B)
- Cefuroxime (anti B)
- Gaufenesin (both with Codeine and OTC)
- Tessalon Pearle
- Levaquin (anti B)
- Flonase and its new buddy Verqmyst
- And an attempt at Nexium (ins. rejected, so I need to downgrade to Prilosec)
I am pretty sure I am forgetting some of these. Along with these came the cough drops and the lozenges and the tea and the smoothies and the staying off of my feet for several weeks and...well, you get the idea.
2. A third party funder would require a reopening of this issue -- guidelines as to billing, what documents a lawyer can share with the funder, how much input the funder has regarding the legal strategy, etc.
3. Do we really need a third party funder at all? In the U.S., there already exist those who buy others' legal claims for some % of the potential recovery. Why fund someone else's case when you can just buy it?
At least the shpiel is done with and Purim is still roarin'. To sum up, the shpielers were fantastic, the show was well-received, and I got to get nearly naked in front of the whole congregation. What do you get for your membership dues?
Anyhoo--I am back with some med stories and the normal inter-flotsam.
Thanks to www.abovethelaw.com for what, apparently, was a great day in court. The PDF transcript is here. A full account of the even is in the NY Post. Highlights:
A female federal prosecutor was viciously attacked by a hulking, razor-wielding drug dealer in a Brooklyn courtroom yesterday - and was saved when the thug's 72-year-old lawyer and others tackled him.
"He was going to slash her throat," said defense lawyer Harry Batchelder, who, along with a court reporter and two marshals, slammed Victor Wright, 27 to the ground and grabbed an inch-long razor blade from him.
And for a bunch more, look here.
2. Prostitution. Turns out that Democrats can't keep it in their pants. The shiny new governor of the Empire State admitted that he, too, has strayed beyond the bonds of matrimony. That said, I support his choice to have an affair. Cheating is, after all, cheaper than hookers, so, ultimately, this was an act of fiscal conservatism...and who can't get behind that?
It features talks by Gehry, Negroponte, etc. and they are all fascinating, funny, and engaging.
Boston Dynamics has created this robo-quadraped that can tackle varied & slippery terrain quickly and efficiently, while maintaining perfect balance. Wanna see? Go to 0:44 in the movie where the guy full on kicks the thing.
I actually think something like this would be a reasonable space exploration vehicle. Oh, and wait until they lighten it and teach it how to run. Sick.
Thanks to Gizmodo.
1. Who got to bid? The NYT reports that roughly six groups got to put their numbers before the company, which was facing bacnkrupcy. JPMorgan won. I have to imagine that there were many foreign banks that could have and would have paid more. Were they invited to participate? Bear is a public company. I wonder what the shareholders think of this deal.
2. Wall Street is the bastion of purist capitalism and supply-side economics. How can any of these guys look themselves in the mirror when the Fed is providing $30 BILLION to finance Bear's "less liquid assets" - whatever that means - while JPMorgan is paying 1% of that for the company. This is a bail-out by members of the Bush administration, no matter what his public statements have been, and Bear should be ashamed to take it. Apparently, when people fall on hard times, almost anyone will look to the government for a little help. Unfortunately, I think this lesson will be lost on the Brooks Brothers set.
1. McCain is a continuation of Bush - the foreign policy, Iraq, the tax cuts, etc.
2. That is a continuation of a corrupt GOP. Take a look at the NRCC's fraud at the very heart of the party.
3. Then take a look at the disasterous Oil for Food program that went completely south in 2001 to the tune of roughly $60B in kickbacks.
I know, Apple backlights the keys. Fine.
Oh, and I also know that Lenovo just slashed prices on their Tablets (from $1600 to $1250), so I missed out on that.
But I still gots me a kbd light. Fn+PageUp baby!
Question of the Week: Should the U.S. Engage Hamas in the Peace Process Between the Israelis and Palestinians?Posted by DipNote Bloggers on Mar 04, 2008 - 11:58 AM
The House got wind of this, prompting this post:
U.S. Congressman Mark Kirk in Washington, DC writes:
Worrying that you guys are asking questions like this using funds approved by the appropriations committee that I am a member of.
Posted on Sun Mar 09, 2008
State called the Congressman's office to verify that the comment was, indeed, his. Having done so, it posted this response:
State Department Spokesman Sean McCormack writes:@Thanks to Dorkowitz for both creating and then promulgating this tidbit.
Congressman Kirk --
Thank you for your comment, the first on the blog from a member of Congress. The
question of the week portion of the blog is meant to allow public comment about
questions we at the State Department are asked by the media and others in public
fora. The asking of the question is not meant to indicate support for a policy
different than that of the government. The asking of the question is also not
meant to hint at a change in policy.
Sean McCormack Posted on Tue Mar 11,
Speaking of the next big thing: meet www.JakeAndAmir.com. They have an online version of the office, which is awesome. If they look familiar, theses are the guys whose "prank war" video I posted a while back. Turns out it was a fake. An awesome, awesome fake.
Finally, http://improveverywhere.com/. Where normally the audience demands a show, they are a show which demands its audience into existence.
It's just subtle enough to actually wear, and just snazzy enough to stand out as art.
1. What is Mr. Spitzer's crime in NY State (mind you, he was investigated and brought in under federal law)? Prostitution in the Fourth Degree, a Class B misdemeanor -- the lowest form. This is what you and I and your mom think of when we conjur up a ho - patronizing a prostitute. The other three degrees are sex with someone of a progressively younger age, from 17 to eleven.
2. Why does NY law matter? Because the NY state bar has the power over Mr. Spitzer's license. I am sure it is the least of his problems, but he'll be glad to know that a Class B misdemeanor is usually only cause for a suspension.
3. We assume Spitzer will be tried. Not so fast. WSJ provides an interesting insight. This might explain why the man has not yet resigned. If he does not get charged, then he might make it out of this one. Technically, he violated the Mann Act by causing transporting a prostitute across state lines, but that's usually reserved for big ticket movement of persons or illicit goods. The real danger is apparently his complicity in making payments to shell corporations. He has nailed others when they should have known that these offshore corps were used to launder money, so he can't feign ignorance.
Hm. Tried for money laundering over prostitution charges. Sounds a lot like getting tried for perjury over banging someone in the oval office charges. Precedent. Just what a lawyer wants.
"Splitting the Atom" is an oxymoron. 'Atom' is the Greek equivalent of 'Singularity.' The phrase means "Splitting that which cannot be split."
This is the "Poseidon Discovery", part of a new breed of consumer 're-breathers.' For those who like breathing air on terra firma, the way god intended, a re-breather recycles the CO2 your breath out back into some usable 02 you can breath. Special forces and researchers (particularly those who engage in more deeper "technical diving") have been using these for years. Now, they are becoming simpler and "cheaper" -- This one costs $7,400, roughly 2-5x the cost of a basic rig.
Two benefits inure from rebreathing:
1. No bubbles. Fish don't like them. Without bubbles, you get to see more stuff.
2. Longer down times. If you are not breathing compressed air, you are not getting the progressively dangerous 02 or N levels that limit dive times. The company claims you can dive twice as long for the same surface time. Heck, a 2 hour dive? You'd need to train up for that kind of stress.
1 shot Laphroiag scotch (I know, it is the sacred single malt, but wait!)
1 shot Lapsang Souchong ,
allegedly the famed sleuth'ss favorite tea - granting the drink its name.
Touch simple syrup
Touch orange juice
Lemon peel, squeezed, lit, and dropped into the drink.
The smokey tea mixes with the now savory sensation of citrus, peet, and rye in the scotch to create the smoothest, warmest, most sensual cocktail I have ever experienced. To sip this roguishly decadent treat is to slip into a content grin or a passive observation of the delights before you for the remainder of the evening.
It was a complex, inviting heaven.
More important that the tug itself is what it represents: The end of U.S. space dominance. I am not saying that U.S. space dominance was good or even worth the money. Reasonable minds have long quibbled. What I am saying is that U.S. dominance in space technology has persisted since the 1960's, and has been a symbol of its superior resources and technology. We did things just because we could, and that had political significance -- just like the Great White Fleet circumnavigating the globe. [Dorkowitz points out that the GWF predated nuclear tech by 50 years. Right he is...now what was I thinking?
Today, Arianspace operating out of French Guiana has joined us there with superior tech while our Shuttle operations are sunseting with no obvious succeessor. Europe or, more likely, China, will soon have a replacement and it will be U.S. astronauts begging rides instead of the other way around.
If you bought the stuff recently and have the receipt for $6.99 - good god!- you can get a refund for up to six boxes.
And if you like taking vitamins before you get on to the recycled air environs of a plane, good for you and your immune system. The generic effervescent vitamins contain the exact same stuff as Airborne and sell for about $2.
Instead of tapping a long, white stick, the blind could be using this nifty force feedback wand in the future. It will sense objects and buzz with an intensity relative to the size and proximity of the object. Awesome.
Two problems. First, how long will it take the blind who have been using the stick for years to learn this new sensation (I imagine good human factors engineering should solve this)? Second, those sticks let us seeing-eye humans know that there is a blind person around. Won't people walk into the blind a lot more if they use this incospicuous device?
"There were several staff members at the library’s front desk the morning the
"camel toads" letter arrived. When I opened and read it, I was thoroughly puzzled, as I had never heard of either camel toads or camel toes. But when I read it aloud to the staff, they practically started rolling on the floor. And their explanation is almost word-for-word what I used in my answer. I kept the original letter as a memento - and to show people who didn’t believe it could be real"
"For our address, please press four." Remove phone from ear. Press. Replace. "We are located at 2440 M," with a popping M-phasis, "street." Oh. That's about 24 blocks from 244 Elm St. and there aren't many cabs around.
Twenty minutes later, having paid double the cab fare for my error, I entered a pretty packed waiting room. My first impression was that people in their late twenties don't suffer many pulmonary disorders. Looking around the scene from a well-populated motel-lobby, I calculated I was the minority by about ten years.
If the decor was off-putting, the rest of my stay in purgatory wasn't. The forms were clear, bolding and underlining the quirks of the office so they pop out at you -- provide a CC number so we can charge that if you don't send a check to cover that which your insurance won't, and so on. All the while that I was printing, scrawling, and dating my name, nurses shuffled over to waiting patients. They knew their names. They spoke in a soft, familiar tone, and they genuinely hoped the elderly woman or the lightly wheezing man felt better between this and the next visit.
"Mister Cohen!" This would be the first of many sharp reports from deep within a Caribbean matron behind the desk. "C'mon back," pronounced "bock," and I was in.
I haven't disrobed for a doc since my physical, and that, at least, was expected, so when I was handed a gown and told to unbundle to the jimmies, I was put off. Exam rooms are stuffy with a minty, electric air anyway. This one was a little older, a little more used. The mintiness had gone stale. I obliged and draped my clothes on the chair, the scale, my shoes. Just as I finished the doc knocked. He is one of those people you don't really see as they wander by down the street. Not invisible, just unremarkable. Still, this was "Washington's best" pulmonologist of 2005. By the time I left, I counted at least seven lexan awards and several framed announcing the same peppered from room to room.
He took a history, jotted a bunch of notes, asked what seemed to be right questions, and, most important to my taste, didn't rush the experience. "Did the Advair work?" Kinda. "Like this, or like that?" More like the second thing. "Ah hmm." We ran through a test pattern of noises that I might have made. Yes, I hack. No, I don't snort or wheeze. My throat closed up when I ate spicy food. No, I don't have any symptoms of heart burn. Scratch, scratch, scratch. "Great. We'll get you a chest film and a breathing test."
"Mistah Cohen!" I donned my pants as instructed and headed for the x-Ray room. The only light in most of these rooms comes from the protective portal to the operators booth. That is, until they turn on the machines cross-hairs. This one stands up and looks like a robot about to give a mechanical hug. You lean into one of the arms. The other holds the xRay gun. You end up facing a wall two feet away that contains the developing machine, the power supply, and two heavy chemical resistant gloves. They look like hazmat gloves and the spray of brown fluid on the wall below them creates an unsettling combination. A Lysol spray-can completes the tableau. "Shoulders forward." A quiet instruction followed by the unease of cold metal. She steps into the booth. "Dip Breth!" The sharp report at four times the volume would make you gasp involuntarily anyway. The gurgling sound starts behind me and trails off a wet exhale. One more from the side and I am back putting on the rest of my clothes.
I thought going in that I might like the breathing test. I am a big fan of breathing and a big fan of computers. I figured doing one and seeing it plotted in real time on the other might be neat. Problem is, you don't go for a breathing test when you can breathe, you go when you can't. That, and the mechanical arm with a variety of hoses hanging off of it is reminiscent of the scream sucker from Monsters Inc. My Caribbean commandant tells me to sit and explains that when she stops cooing "nooormallll" and barks "Dip Breath!" I should suck and then blow until I am blue in the face and not stop until she instructs me to do so even though it feels like the last ounce of humanity is now seeping into the breathing tube.
It took me three or four tries. I took two breaks as I lost the ability to breath. Turns out that if you don't blow hard enough or long enough, the test parameters are no good.
More waiting. The doc comes back to get me. Chest films are clean. Breathing looks normal, perhaps slightly asthmatic, but this is most likely post nasal drip. He concludes that we take the Veramyst and Claritin D for three weeks and we'll see where we are. I ask if it is normal for a cough to last this long. He says it's possible. What about developing asthma in your late twenties. "It is not rare." Personally, I hope it's rare enough, but I guess we'll see in a month. Right now, I have drugs six and seven of my progression to get me through the day.
HTFC's CEO and his attorney became the unwitting spokespersons for that math lesson when a court fined the two $29,000 for the CEO's "vulgar" behavior during a deposition. The highlights were 73 f-bomb laced tirades, displaying the senior executive's command of the grammaton. F-laced verbs, nouns, and adjective all made appearances, some colorful and descriptive like "F*&! face," and "I am the one F()*^!! your world right now."
Oddly enough, the F-bomb was roughly equal to the hourly rates of both attorneys in the room, implying that there may be some "Cussin's Theorem" under which legal billing rates could be correlated to the expletive client's utter when they get the bill.
(For the record, yes, I know that such words are illegal in Scrabble.)
Spoliation ruins the evidence for a purpose. What is that purpose here? Mr. Smith does not claim that the NFL sought to derail the civil class action filed by Rams fans, claiming that the Pats owed them some sort of duty beyond a thorough butt-kicking. (I blogged about this before). Even Mr. Smith, in a daze of heady self-aggrandizement, doesn't claim that the case has merit enough to even warrant discussion.
Instead, he focuses on Specter's Senate shenanigans. The spoliation could ruin those. I am not sure how, as the sole purpose appears to be a media circus. Mission accomplished.
Specter's one point of leverage is the leagues antitrust exemption (The NFL can pool resources for the purpose of contracting for television and ad rights). Mr. Specter, are you really going to take that away? More imortantly, what does the NFL's power with advertisers and broadcasters have anything to do with how it administers its own rules? It is as if you are considering the NFL an agency of the U.S. government, whose rules somehow carry as much force as state law. Can we expect hearings on clock management, the interpretation of offensive pass interference, and the false start vs. encroachment rules next?
I'll say it again, this is a total waste and the legal community should stop writing about it as anything but.
- Mom: Has to get the first shout out, and not just because she not only bought us the pot we wanted, but because she loaded us up with more W&Sonoma goodies than I could cram into my sparse luggage. If you were standing on the platform at BWI last night waiting for Amtrak into DC, you would have seen a young(ish - I hope) man reach over and heave what seemed to be an impossibly heavy duffel over his shoulder and into the train. It looked like a mime trick where you'd pick it up with force and land on your butt. What you would not have seen is the 2 gallon Le Creuset inside. Good god, it is gorgeous.
- SqueetlyBoink: Thanks for the couch and the company and being my faux-ncee for the day while we traipsed all over the city. Oh, and a word to the wise, if you ever find yourself warming up a crowd before a fashion show at a traveling bridal expo (the carnies of our generation, I am convinced), just end it. "B" movies are so far ahead of you, you can't see them over the tall letters in between.
- Legal Follies: as always, you rock. Sometime in the two nights I stayed up until past 3am, I realized some truths. First, it is a great privilege to have been a part of a group that you wouldn't get into if you had to try out now. Second, I am definitely beyond the point of 3am evenings. Third, that is not likely to stop me. And fourth, Follies is family, and I love you guys.
- LS & NY - Congrats - Brookline is alive and kicking.
- JG - It was SO good to finally meet Ryan. You are adorable together. Find time to swing dance with him again!
- Beantown. I do miss ya. Your buildings keep edging skyward and sidelining your beautiful brick stays. I hope they'll dig in their claws and hold on another 100 years. The weather, and all of the major sports teams, are better than those here. That said, that was home - this is home. This is just nostalgia talking.