When I was a freshman at Fordham, I had, three days a week, an 8:30AM class and a 12:30PM class.  The 8:30 was 50 minutes long, which gave me a solid 2 1/2 hour window of time  until my next class.

What unfolded was the careful and intricate development of something that I would later term, "the Nap."

That idea would be improved upon and get replaced by "The Power Nap". 

You knew it was truly a Power Nap if there was drool on the pillow when I woke up.  I would walk in from the 8:30, drop my bookbag, take my shoes off and just fall onto the bed.  This would lead to a debate between me and my roommate Kevin as to why I wouldn't take clothes off and/or get under the covers.  Of course, that's the difference between a nap and actual sleeping, but we would debate the semantics of sleeping for some time. 

The Power Nap was a freshman year institution.  I felt so refreshed by it, but schedules changed, I'd have three roommates in sophomore year and the Power Nap fell by the wayside.  But, for a semester, like clockwork, I was King of the Nap and it was wonderful.

I bring this up, because I just played softball on Brian's team (which is why I wasn't at the boathouse) and I was tired from the sun and yesterday's long day.  I found myself with the inclination to return to the nap, proceeded to follow up on this inclination.  Clothes on.  Above the covers.  Drool on the pillow.  Like the eldar Ted Williams at the All-Star game, the Power Nap has reemerged to come out and see the fans one more time.

So, I now have direct evidence that a Kryptonite lock is so crappy, that thieves will cut it in broad daylight at 5PM in the afternoon on 20th and Broadway, right across the street from a busy restaurant.

I might as well have locked it up with tinker toys and some bendy straws.  At least the thief would have hesitated for a moment out of sheer confusion. 

Yes, my bike got stolen.  So, you can add that to the list of things I've had stolen in the past two and a half months...     digital camera, wallet, and now, bike.

The funny thing is that I kinda wanted a new one and didn't want to go through the hassle of selling it.  I should start looking on Craigslist right now for my bike,  no?  Where else would thieves sell it?   

While Googling "bike lojack" I found the following idea on a comment page.  Pure humor and not such a bad idea:

Link: Halfbakery: Bike LoJack.

How about if the bike is pedalled away without entering the secret code (rear brakes twice, backpedal one revolution, then front brakes once) a spike shoots up out of the seat. Wouldn't have to go very far at all to retrieve your bike then...

Now you can see what I see...

Photo 356, originally uploaded by ceonyc.

I have a vision...   warm grey tone with lots of framed colorful art.  Black leather couch and loveseat.  Green plants.  Thoughts?  Any ideas on what to do about the border?  I don't think I like it white... same goes for the window.

If you live in New York City, you probably get asked for money on the street at least once a day, if not more.  Sometimes, its from the homeless, which is an unfortunate situation.  Other times, its from organized bands of young people all wearing the same t-shirt.

Well, I've been feeling very chatty the last few days and, when I went out to lunch, I decided I'd stop and let one of them give their pitch.  This young lady told me about all of the great things that CARE is doing.  She was so excited that I let her talk, she could hardly contain herself.  I didn't know anything about CARE, but apparently its a pretty big organization, with over a half billion dollars worth of donations received a year--92% of which go to their programs.  That seems pretty high, and they have a good list of companies and boardmembers behind them according to their site.

The young lady on the street was pitching the monthly donation plan, which I wasn't interested in, but I will give them $25 because she did such a good job.  More importantly, I told her I'd blog about it.  Coincidently, I was also looking for a charity to include in my sidebar to test out Word of Blog.

This is going to be big:   Doing due diligence, helping people, and having fun all at the same time.

I don't think this is going to make it to Fred's MP3 of the week list.  And yes, this is what it sounds like when I bike.

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Got texted early this morning, around 6AM...  it just said "London bombed".   I had no idea what I was going to see when I turned on the TV, but it gave me a flashback to going to CNN.com for the first time on 9/11 to see what all the fuss was about. 

I have one friend who is on my mind who doesn't really go in and out of the city too much, but I hope her and her friends are ok.   Aims...  drop me a line.

You've probably noticed that, while I've been moblogging, I haven't really been posting much of substance in the past week.  That's mostly because I've moved... well, sort of.  I'm staying at my friend Joy's apartment, who was on vacation for a week and is now consulting up in Hartford.  I needed to be out of my apartment last week, but I'm not closing on my new place until Thursday.  So, all my junk got moved into the new place, except for me and my clothes.  The owner was nice enough to let me keep stuff there before my close, but I can't move in until I actually own it.  So, I'm living this unfortunately temporary life that has really messed with my head.  This happened when I first moved into my place four years ago *wow* and I hadn't finished assembling all my Ikea stuff.  When I'm not settled at home, it really affects the rest of my life.  I have trouble thinking, trouble committing to decisions.  I could never be a salesguy on the road.  As much as I like my mobile/wifi lifestyle, I need a warm cozy hearth to return to at the end of the day.  It gives me somewhere to anchor my thoughts and frees up my mind to execute better.   

Here are some pics from last week's move... thanks to Pastore and Cory for helping out...