Paul LaRosa's Blog
November 13, 2009
Yawn. Every day around 4 o'clock, I get kind of, well, tired and nothing seems to help. I can have a triple-espresso, red-eye, sugary, super-caffeinated coffee concoction and still, I'd feel my eyes half-open, or closed if you wanna be a pessimist.
The only thing that helps is a nap but that's hard for most of us to do at work. One of my colleagues (who shall remain nameless unless you ask me) manages to sneak in naps virtually anywhere. One day, I went to the bathroom, and came back to find h...
November 12, 2009
Boy, does the NY Times have a thing about Park Slope or what?
Yet again today, the Brooklyn neighborhood (full disclosure: I live there) is once again the target of a Times article, as it has been many times over the past year. But today the Grey Lady seems to have gone out of her way to feature and, yes, subtly ridicule the nabe.
The story is about the Maclaren stroller recall that, ahem, is a nationwide recall. It seems that in some models, children are having the tips of their fingers cut...
November 9, 2009
I was reading the NY Times this morning and noticed this tiny item at the back of the business section, right on the same page with the hottest movies and music downloads of the week.
There was a little box of type and here's what it said:
"Valerie E. Pringle passed away in August 2009. Her maiden name, Valerie E. Atkinson. She was married in New York in or about 1983 to Mr. Pringle. This notification is to inform Mr. Pringle of her passing."
Huh?
Obviously, Valerie had not seen Mr. Pringle in...
November 8, 2009
When I read the stories about Army Major Nidal Malik Hasan and the horror he inflicted on all those innocent people fighting for US, it once again brought home how removed I am and I think most of my friends and acquaintances are from the twin wars in Iraq and Afghanistan. It wasn't so much what Hasan did but it was reading about Fort Hood and how so many Army families consider it a home away from home and how safe they all felt there….
These wars affect a lot of people and, yet, I do not...
November 6, 2009
I don't care what any of those Yankee haters say….this is the best, especially when you began rooting for the Yanks, as I did, when Roy White was their best player, and Fritz Peterson their best pitcher. There were a lot of lean years when they finished in last place with Dooley Womack, Ross Moschitto and Stan Bahnsen so this is sweet indeed!! All the money in the world cannot buy a World Series ring, as the Yanks themselves have proven the last decade.
November 3, 2009
Seriously, the World Series has turned into a week-long episode of "Who can spit more frequently?"
And I'm not entirely sure who is winning because players on both teams are setting all kinds of spitting records. Consider that the Yanks and Phillies seem to spit:
– when they make an out
– when they get a single
– when they get a double
– when they strikeout
– when they take a strike
– when they take a ball
– when they hit a home run
– when they don't hit a home run
– when they're on the pitching mound
–...
November 2, 2009
It was one thing for Andre Agassi to admit he once used crystal meth. That I could forgive. But now he's gone and admitted wearing a wig during the 1990's. Now that, Andre, I cannot forgive. Especially when you blame your fear of losing your hairpiece on your French Open loss in 1990 (see photo left of Agassi's really bad hair day).
Andre, you're setting back the bald movement decades with this admission. We of the hair-challenged persuasion have spent decades arguing that hair is for...
It was one thing for Andre Agassi to admit he once used crystal meth. That I could forgive. But now he's gone and admitted wearing a wig during the 1990's. Now that, Andre, I cannot forgive. Especially when you blame your fear of losing your hairpiece on your French Open loss in 1990 (see photo left of Agassi's really bad hair day).
Andre, you're setting back the bald movement decades with this admission. We of the hair-challenged persuasion have spent decades arguing that hair is for...
October 30, 2009
Editor's Note: This blog item is written by a friend of mine, a New Yorker who apparently can't drink coffee in the a.m. without the NY Times. I told him to buy a Kindle where he could have just downloaded the damn paper wirelessly but, no, he has to live in the 20th century. Read on….
Miami is a city glistening in white, turquoise and pink, water and glass shimmering off the sunlight, warm ocean breezes wafting from the beach. It's a place that screams, "relax, take it all in, you're on...
October 28, 2009
I'm convinced all true fans of any sport have their own weird superstitions and habits that are employed in desperate circumstances to make their teams win. For instance, if the Yankees have a rally, I will not move from the spot I'm sitting on the couch because, you know, my standing could upset Jeter's at bat. It's possible, right?
I have another friend who taps his lucky hat in mysterious ways to get a Yankee rally going, and my brother stands up whenever an opposing batter gets two...
