Living Passionately

Today marked a day of at least two major headlines.  One of those two was the announcement that Gabrielle Giffords would step down from Congress.  Ever since the unfortunate events of January 8, 2011, I've paid fairly close attention to the progress the congresswoman has made.  I listened and watched to find out that she survived.  I listened and watched to find out that she was progressing as needed.  I listened and watched to find out if Mark was going to, indeed, make his last mission in space.  I listened and watched as Gabrielle gave her first interview with Mark by her side.  Gabby and Mark went from a couple of people I had never heard of to a couple of people I am grateful to have in this world every day.  

Strip down the public personae, and at the heart of this couple, you have an amazing amount of love, first, but in the backdrop, you also have incredible demonstrations of work ethic, bravery, loyalty, patriotism and inspiration.  It was no surprise, for instance, when I viewed Gabrielle's videotaped message today and instead of feeling disappointed or shocked, there was an overwhelming feeling of excitement for what's to come for her.  Her outlook is contagious and inspiring, and that has never changed.  

While the face of politics contains indelible blemishes from adulterous acts committed and bipartisan disrespect, this undercurrent of hope and bravery that Gabrielle Giffords has introduced to the dialogue seems almost misplaced.  This is not to say that she doesn't have or never had any mistakes to contribute, political or otherwise, but rather to say that out of all the stories we endure with regard to our political system and those participants within it, this one is one that brings unbelievable value to the table for adults and children alike. 

As Gabrielle Giffords dedicates herself to the current task assigned to her, my hope is that her story can bring others to their feet and inspire action.  Gabrielle's story has taught me that to live passionately is to do so across all areas of one's life.  We've heard the stories of her constantly visiting her constituents, dedicating herself to their needs and causes, but what we've had the precious opportunity to also see is how that same spirit of passion has lived on in her survival and recovery. 

I have not seen any stories in which she and her husband are dissecting what happened that day last January or stating what should or should not happen to the shooter.  What I see is two people living passionately, despite an awful situation, and continuing to light up the room with their optimism.  I see two people redirecting their attention from what they did over a year ago to what they must now...but happily so.  Making the best of it.  And if Mark Kelly and Gabrielle Giffords can make the best of a gunshot to the head, then I have great hope that I, too, can make the best of all of the little complications (comparatively speaking) each day brings.  It is also a great reminder that this spirit of hope and optimism is contagious.  Think about this the next time a "downer" conversation comes up and try just a brief application of positive thinking.  The rippling outward of good is amazing to watch.        

When Nature Inspires

Thanks to a free birthday day off that my firm allows all employees, I was able to start an extra long weekend today.  Because I didn't have to worry about hitting the office, I decided to catch up on some items in my Netflix instant queue.  I was so inspired by both, I have to share the recommendations with any Tribute readers out there. 

Last night, I watched a documentary produced by National Geographic, called The Appalachian Trail, or the AT as many hiking/outdoors aficionados would refer to it.  My first reaction was one of awe at the assortment of flora, fauna and landscapes available to those who take this trek.  On a recent trip to Colorado, two Ohio Valley natives and I discussed the grandeur of the Rockies in the context of how distinctively different they are from the Appalachians.  But, not once, would any of us utter a word about a lacking of any sort on the part of the Appalachians.  Nor could anyone argue that any of the rolling mountain ranges along the AT are lacking.  The images of the mountain landscape National Geographic offered were nothing short of breathtaking--and I don't even own a fancy TV that would've made them extra special.  The other thing that struck me about the thru-hikers (or those who undertake the entire trail) is that there is a distinct culture that has developed as a result of this trail, and it affects each and every hiker who takes to its paths.  Not only that, there are amazing samples of wildlife to also add to its charming existence.  For instance, in the segment of the trail that cuts through Virginia and the Shenandoahs, there are packs of wild horses that hang out along the trail.  According to the documentary, they came about simply as the result of some random horse escapes and comings together.  Isn't nature just awesome?  Left to its own devices, it's far more creative and complex than any man-made anything.

The other film I watched is called 180° South, and this film featured the journey of one adventurer (Jeff Johnson) in which he made a similar pilgrimage as that of two of his idols, Yvon Chouinard and Doug Tompkin, to Patagonia.  This film was great because it offered amazing images and scenery, but it also told a really interesting story of the climbing/surfing culture of the 1960s and the modern day culture of outdoors enthusiasts.  The really awesome message underlying this entire film is that nature is worth it.  It's worth putting everything down, it's worth fighting for and protecting and, most of all, it can offer some of the most rewarding gifts in return.  At the core of nature is a certain simplicity, compared to our incredibly fast-paced and technological world, and yet it takes a lot of hard work to achieve this simplicity as a human communing with nature.  The men (and women) featured in this film offer such inspiration for putting the hard work in and living the simplicity.

Maybe it's the New Year spirit, or the spirit of a new decade, but I see some serious potential for the adoption of some of the tenets from each of these films in my life.  Hope you can take a watch and walk away even half as blown away.   

Upon Turning Thirty

Upon Turning Thirty

Every day is an adventure, taking me here and there,

I never know where it might stop or if I should even care.

But on this day, I ring in thirty, and more humbled I could not be,

I only hope the next ten are as fruitful as the first three.

My wishes are quite simple, I have only three,

To give to this world and receive of this world and have great company.

When the sun sets and the moon takes its place, when thirty is no longer new,

I will be lying in bed wondering what, in this decade, lies in lieu. 

And then a wise thought will slip gently into mind,

Reminding me of that something much more important to find.

That in my day, my every day, the most valuable thing that waits

Is the present moment at my hest, the one taking beautiful shape.

~ c.e. chase

Consuming War

As I made the commute home from work this evening, listening to All Things Considered on NPR, a thought occurred to me.  Every time I turn on the news, regardless of medium, I hear at least one reference to war.  Sometimes this is a part of a human interest story, part of an economics story or part of a politics story.  But, just as often, it is the entire story.  In other words, the story--or the news--wouldn't exist were it not for war existing.  Perhaps I have a faulty memory, but I tend to believe it hasn't always been this way. 

It did make me wonder, though, what the news could possibly be like without any wars on which to report.  And, this day in age, would this be better or worse for the news industry?  Already, it seems that at every turn, the news is reporting on random acts of violence, transportation accidents and other deflating happenings.  War is definitely not a happier story, but without the subject, would our news grow even more dim and superficial?  I am probably a news snob, as I prefer outlets like NPR and PBS Newshour to any other network reporting, and I enjoy sitting down, old-school style, with the New York Times on Sunday mornings.  But, even the outlets that are known for more in-depth reporting or those that focus on the arts or intelligentsia, as a whole, are riddled with stories from or about the various war fronts.  So, now that we've arrived in this historical moment when war is such a large part of our every day culture, is it possible to go back to a time of peace?  While 5-10 years ago, this may have been a somewhat absurd question to ask, it seems valid.

Business, economics, the media, society--these are all immersed in the war culture.  Just as the economic crash of 2008 has forever changed the way global economics works, it is very possible that the chronic states of war have done the same.  There really isn't a foreseeable end to the general state of unrest.  And it could be possible that the changing politics, encouraging a more constant state of unrest, is a result of the newer generations of men and women who have grown used to the thought.

So, will war ever be over?  Or are we destined to now become full-time war consumers?  Day-by-day, soaking in more and more of the war culture through our media outlets and, one day, no longer noticing that so much of our news surrounds an unfortunate and completely avoidable state of unrest. While this seems totally plausible, I will continue to hope not.    

Sink or Swim?

Have you ever watched swimming competitions on television?  Have you noticed how easy the athletes make swimming look?  Next time you catch a glimpse, you should take a moment to appreciate the effort that goes along with the smooth, competitive swim stroke that these athletes demonstrate.

Over the holidays, a couple of friends and I ventured to the pool at a local gym.  Due to issues stemming from a foot injury, one of the two friends wanted to learn to swim in order to compensate for the unfortunate loss of ability to engage in any other form of cardiac exercise.  The other of the two friends, a kind and patient soul, offered to assist in teaching the basics of the freestyle form of swimming.  I joined in simply because I had time off from work and couldn't think of any better way to kill some time.  I figured it would be fun and, if nothing else, healthy.

We arrived at the pool, two of us craving our morning java and the third strolling in a few minutes late due to her unwavering respect for coffee first thing in the morning.  After several iterations of the mechanics of breathing as you swim, I thought that I would surely be able to complete at least one lap competently.  I was so wrong!  The intersection of the correct arm motion, correct leg motion (don't dare kick from the knee...only from the hip!) and coordinated breathing proved too much for me.  For some reason, my out breath extended beyond the time of my face being in the water, which meant that my in breath stretched beyond the time of my face being out of the water...which meant I partially drowned with each stroke.  Combine this struggle with goggles that kept bursting off of my head at every turn, and you had the makings of the perfect, not to mention hilarious, silent movie.  While I may not have taken the trophy for fastest learner, I'm quite sure I proved most entertaining to all in and around the pool, which included many regulars. 

The lesson learned was to have respect for athletes across all sports because you simply never know until you try it, exactly what efforts and skills are required.  My guess is that my next pool experience will be reserved for that time, hopefully way down the road, when I must resort to "aquacise" classes due to the deterioration of my joints.  But, should I decide I'm really up for a challenge before then, a true test of coordination and cardio endurance, then swimming will be just the ticket.  

Photographic Grandeur

As a friend and I embarked on our inaugural New Year's Day hike at Tomlinson Run State Park, we shared a laugh about how many pictures both of us are apt to take during the course of any given event.  We also happen to take many of the same pictures.  In the end, the only difference is we each walk away with a collection of pictures that feature the other of the two of us.  So, we eventually combine and have the comprehensive snapshot of our outing.

While this habit may be one that seems a bit tedious to others, I   started to reflect on why it is that we would be this way.  My only answer is that we both revel in the novel perspective we gain with pretty much every step.  It doesn't matter how many fallen trees we see on any number of forest floors.  Each new one we come across offers a hidden world to be explored visually.  Whether a new color, a unique flaw or a simple expression of beauty, it's like my eyes crave the novelty, something new to scan and absorb.

The great gift in this appetite for the visual is that there is almost always something in our presence that can be new and appreciated.  And every once in a while, it's this type of fresh vision that can help renew our overall appreciation for the complexities and beauty available in the world around us.  Go ahead and try it sometime.  Pause amidst your busy day and just find one thing to take in.  I promise that while not every thing spotted will be fascinating or full of beauty, it will connect you with the world around you.  And this can be very satisfying.        

Creativity + Socialization

In small town living, there is rarely an opportunity like the one I experienced with a few friends one evening over the weekend.  In a totally indirect way, I came to find out about a new program in Wheeling called "Paint n' Sip."  I came across a flyer for the December offering and, with great excitement, asked a friend if she'd be interested in joining.  Since my New Year's Eve weekend would be, otherwise, pretty mellow, it was the lone item of major interest, and it did not disappoint!

The idea of Paint 'n Sip is to have about 35 individuals reserve spots, in advance, for an evening of painting.  The most important note is that absolutely no talent is required.  The only requirement is that participants show up, pay the reasonable $35 to paint, and bring along a beverage of choice (the most common beverage of choice in our class was wine) as well as a creative and enthusiastic spirit.  All materials are provided, so we arrived to two large rooms stocked with canvases on easels, a large assortment of brushes, paint colors and other various tools.  There is a single image that the class is instructed to paint.  In our case, it was a guitar amidst a fantastically colored backdrop.  One of my friends and I slightly modified ours to be violin images since we both play and adore the instrument.  In addition to the common theme of image, the background music for the night was Beatles music (how can any beginning go awry when Beatles music is involved?).

So, we arrived, got positioned at our respective easels and immediately started getting into the Beatles groove.  The instructor provided details in very manageable doses and walked everyone through the mechanics of producing the common image.  The instruction was minimalist so as to promote personal exploration and creations.  At the midpoint of the evening, we took a break and snacked on a delicious assortment of crackers, cheeses and fruit as well as hot apple cider.  Afterwards, everyone returned to put the finishing touches on their pieces and gathered for the group photo.

I've been told this type of program is available in other places around the U.S., and I would highly recommend it as a fun way to spend time with friends.  It's so unique and free-spirited, and you walk away with your piece as well as very fond memories of an evening spent allowing your creative spirit to reign.  

Milestones in Life's Marathon

I'm turning thirty this year. And you know the saying, a woman over thirty is more likely to get hit by an A bomb than find a man. (Fanny Fink)

Birthday milestones are everywhere you turn.  You're either hitting your double digit years, becoming old enough to drive, old enough to claim independence, old enough to drink alcohol or old enough to know you're getting old.  This year will mark one in my series of milestones, with this one being my 30th.  The funny thing about turning 30 is that there really isn't anything ground-breaking that accompanies its arrival.

Some say that by 30, one should be more settled into life.  Married.  Raising a family.  Progressing in their career.  Others vehemently argue that 30 is just a continuation of the glorious 20s.  I have a feeling these beliefs are largely formulated around one's own experience and whether it was a good or bad one.  Regardless, it's a very fuzzy milestone.  At 21, no one can really argue about what you're supposed to be doing.  Get thee to the bar and order as many drinks (legally) as possible!  Just not the case with 30.  I think someone really needs to put together the "owner's manual" for 30. 

What am I supposed to be doing after I turn 30?  Should I be panicked that I'm not married, raising a family and following the favored, mainstream American path?  Am I going to feel more wise?  That's the lone theme I could find in researching various reflections on turning 30.  I'm about to learn a lot of important lessons on life.  And here I thought I'd learned a lot to this point!  I guess the concept of learning more sends a shiver down my spine.  Between my own reality and the onslaught of reality television, I'm just not sure how much more reality and lessons in life my soul can handle.

And so, as my 30th birthday nears, I guess I will sit back, 3-D glasses in hand, and prepare myself for the new wave of reality that is about to hit.  I resolve to take all that life has to offer in stride and maybe compose the owner's manual for turning 30.     

Our Dance with Time

I realize seasons are geographically relative.  However, as an East Coast/Midwest fixture, I cannot help but appeal to my own sensibilities.  In the case of the holiday season, I find it somewhat entertaining that the warmth of the Thanksgiving and Christmas holidays and new year fall at the deadest time of the year.  Just as the natural world decides to break for a brief sabbatical, ceasing to provide us the necessary sunshine and warm temperatures, we humans decide it's time for celebration, travels near and far for time together and a fresh start.  Amidst the cold and dreary backdrop of winter, we engage in retail therapy (an extended and largely guilt-free session given that we're often buying for others), culinary indulgences and many other forms of self-satisfaction. 

Is it possible that this is mere coincidence?  As a 29 year veteran of the wintertide, I must admit that I think it's fascinating and am not sure what this long, dreary season would be like without the predictable break from school/work, gift giving and receiving and, perhaps most of all, the new-found hope of the new year.  As the days and years seem to pass more quickly in pace, with the growth of technology and its expansion into virtually all areas of life, perhaps this time is the perfect time to stop and appreciate our origins and the time when not everything was quite so straightforward.  A time when stopping for reflection on the meaning of the present moment was one of the few options.  Before Facebook, iTunes, Netflix, Twitter or any number of the other more recent entries on our great stage demanded constant attention. 

While sometimes an intimidating dance partner, time can also be a great motivator, an inspiration and, more than anything, a great gift.  So, during this winter season, my hope is to fall better into step with time.  After three eventful decades, I figure it's the least I can do. 

Hibernation: Not Just for the Wild Things

hibernation (n.) to pass the winter in a dormant or torpid state.  

What can we learn from the world of hibernating animals, such as bears, bats and chipmunks?  They call it a wrap for the winter months and enter into a sleep state that could fool some into thinking they're dead.  This natural means of survival during the extreme season(s) of the year is one of those phenomenons of nature that reminds us how amazing the natural order of things can be.  

While some humans can definitely enter into similar sleep states for various reasons, life seems to only continue to move faster and faster about the Earth for us.  So, perhaps it's worth considering the value of slowing down, allowing our bodies the proper care and downtime they need.  Also, it brings to the forefront the concept of life designed around necessity.  This seems an appropriate consideration as well since we oftentimes get mixed up in the fast pace of life, prioritizing work, social expectations and family expectations over the fundamental needs of our bodies.  Ironically, none of these other three priorities can even be a thought unless we have our health and well being.  

As we drift into another New Year, and the time for the year's resolutions comes, take a moment to think about all of the wildlife out there, yielding to the natural order, and consider doing so yourself.  In doing so, you're bound to find a happier, healthier balance as a new calendar begins.       

In Memoriam: Furry Lessons on Life

Meet Bella.  Bella was a loyal member of my family who came into my life early last fall and, sadly, departed last Friday.  Her brief but precious presence has left me with several new and beautiful insights about this life. 

Life is truly a miracle.  Bella suffered a terrible case of hepatitis/pancreatitis.  We're not positive what caused the issue and never will be.  But, in a very real way, Bella's struggle reminded me of how miraculous it is when our bodies operate properly and fully.  There is such an incredible balance and impeccably designed framework that maintains our every day on Earth. 

Life is connection.  Connections can be a double-edged sword.  They sustain us, foster happiness and lend meaning to our lives.  But, they can also result in extreme heartache and struggle.  A friend's words conjured up real meaning for me in the seemingly senseless loss of my connection with Bella.  "Just remember these things are part of life and ensure we experience the total depth of life as humans in our short time on this little blue marble."  So, connection is depth, and that depth carries through to the end, regardless of outcome.

Life is love.  When I think of this phrase, I think of what I learned about the symbolism of the cross in Christianity.  The vertical portion is about our relationship with God (or your choice of higher power).  The horizontal is about our relationships with one another.  This is the overarching meaning in life.  Know these relationships and support them with all the love you have to give.

Life is mercy.  Giving of ourselves what we can in order to lessen the loads of others is so important always.  But, as I look back at the times I've had to care for the sick, those times mark the pinnacle of purpose in this world.  In my own experience, I can say I've lost total sense of self and become consumed only by a concern for other.  Again, this can be a very painful experience, but also an incredibly meaningful one.       

Life is beauty.  I don't speak of this in a materialistic sense but more a philosophical or aesthetic sense.  Bella was a sample of God's amazing artistry in my eyes.  Her physical beauty was stunning.  But, even more, her gentle nature and elegant movements never ceased to catch my attention and remind me of how beautiful this life really is.   

And so I close with a heavy but humbled heart.  My hope is that many many others have the same opportunity to experience amazing and beautiful souls in this world.  In my view, this "little blue marble" sure has the potential to support a large number of them. 

What is the What

There's a fascinating work by Dave Eggers titled What is the What.  While the story, itself is an amazing tale of resilience, persistence and incredible resourcefulness, it's also a powerful account of what seemingly results from the human will to always choose the "what."  What is the what, you ask?  I can best explain it as what is commonly referred to as "the road less traveled."  This is a sweeping generalization, but hold onto it for the purpose of clarity. 

I've recently experienced a series of events that have made me stop and re-evaluate where I am and what I'm doing in life.  This is not at all uncommon and even less so when one speaks of a twenty-about-to-be-thirty-something.  In any case, my recent reflections have reminded me of the experience found in the beginning of Eggers' book.  In very watered down terms, a legend in the protagonist's village holds that their God offered cattle or the What as a gift at the beginning of time.  Instead of taking the cattle--the sure thing, the concrete beginning--the villagers chose the What.  The What is not defined, has no certainty about it and lacks the centering affect that the former traits can offer.  One could even venture to say that the choice of the What leaves the villagers with future troubles and civil unrest. 

There is a trend in our world to be innovative and "self-made (wo)men."  But, this cultural phenomenon can leave us, at times, wondering what exactly it is we're chasing after.  So, whether through meditation, writing or otherwise, it seems a good idea to explore this concept put forth in Eggers' book on a regular basis.  Perhaps it's even a good way to begin each morning...after all, how do we put one foot after the other day in and day out without knowing, personally, what is our what?  Think about it (and then pick up Eggers' book!).  

The Aesthetics of a Hometown

Growing up in a super small town with little entertainment and lots of time on my hands, I never thought I'd actually desire to live here as an adult...or even in the state for that matter.  But, as time has passed and my perspective has changed, I've quickly learned the value of waking up each morning and having the gift of looking out the window at the surrounding hills and what they carry into the early morning hours from the night that has passed.  The neighborhood that I grew up in is one of the prime spots to get a bird's eye view of the hills and valley, so it's made it quite difficult to live elsewhere, abandoning such amazing sights.  I'm positive I never considered this as a child or teen, so it's funny to me now that it means so much.  I've, on two occasions, left the region for educational and professional opportunities, but it's simply the aesthetics and accompanying peace that always brings me back.

The quiet and still of the mornings always beckon such a feeling of well being and balance.  Whether it's beautiful sunshine bathing the hilltops or solemn raindrops, quenching the earth's thirst, the morning is a time of appreciation and contentment.

The nighttime is not much different, except it will oftentimes offer dazzling colors or gentle patterns of twinkling stars.  The beauty of the sky and surroundings almost always causes the melodies of the highway to fade into the background or disappear.  So, whether from the busy East Coast, laid back West Coast, chill Midwest or various other geographies of the States, I would recommend the next time you're "home," you find a moment to fall madly in love with your surroundings.  In the busy world that is ours, I have found this to be one of the few ways to briefly make time stop and immerse myself in the stillness that is ours as well.

From Black Friday to Cyber Monday

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It's that time of year again...the holiday season.  Within a blink of an eye, the iconic turkey day has already passed.  And after a mere four weeks of time, Christmas will have done the same.  As I've settled into adulthood, I can't help but feel that the "fast forward-ness" of life only becomes more so around this time of year.  I oftentimes wonder if it was always this way for past generations as well.  When there weren't families of iGear to keep us distracted and countless opportunities to abandon quality time in the name of huge holiday savings, did the time fly quite as quickly?  I think this is worth investigating.

We humans are so good at creating debates of all kinds.  So, with this year's holiday season came the debate about whether it's reasonable for retailers to open on Thanksgiving night to start the crazed gift buying process.  I am of the mind in most cases that we all deserve the right to decide for ourselves what works and what doesn't, always with some thought about those around us.  However, I struggle with this one a bit because it seems to fit into the larger trends of consumerism and materialism, which seem to always only weaken the somewhat antiquated tradition of family and quality time.  The temptation to run out and catch the amazing sales seems even more of an issue now that the economy has tanked and decided to laze in the hammock named ebb for a time.  Even those with the best intentions of keeping company with friends and family, watching the holiday football offerings, eating leftovers, taking walks, etc., can hardly pass up an offer to reward those same loved ones with the fruits of Black Friday.  And then, just in case we happen to miss anything in our supermarket sweep on Black Friday, we thankfully have Cyber Monday to make up for our mistakes.

Perhaps it's too idealistic or old-fashioned to think this way, but what if we invested all of this time we put into Black Friday, Cyber Monday, the perfect gift, the perfect decorations, etc., into coming up with the best way to spend the holiday season with our families and friends?  Plan a game night or two, plan a special dinner where everyone can pitch in and have fun doing so, find some time to just be with those around us instead of desperately searching for the perfect gifts?  It's amazing what a little time together can do, so take an evening or two this holiday season and try it out!

The Classic Brillo

I had a small mishap on my stovetop last week, and I tried cleaning it up with several household cleaners. It was useless, the milk that had boiled over and out of a pot had decided it would forever stay caked on my smooth stovetop. Then, as I was cleaning up my kitchen over the weekend, it dawned on me (no kitchen pun intended) that I should try the classic brillo or S.O.S. So, while out at Target this weekend, I grabbed a box. A simple wetting of the pad and a few swipes later, and my stovetop had returned to its shiny and clean condition. Since this first use, I have already started grabbing for the fearless clean up pad for difficult dishwashing and sink cleaning. It makes me wonder...how could I have been so brillo ignorant all of this time?

Tribute Recommends: 30 Days

I have heard much buzz, moreso in the past, over the eye-opening Super Size Me. I have never taken a particularly close look at it simply because the terrible nutritional value of fast food is a given for me. The closest I got to paying attention was witnessing the McDonald's-free feasting campaign of my fellow blogger friend at The Midwestern Position.

Little did I know, however, that Morgan Spurlock, the creative genius behind Super Size Me, is a fellow West Virginian, born in Parkersburg and raised in Beckley. My Spurlock obsession was sparked by the viewing of his current project, 30 Days, a show on FX. I had not even heard of this show when I saw my first preview for it last week.

The premise for the show is to see what change can come about from walking in the shoes of another for 30 days. What grabbed my attention and made me watch this week's episode was that it placed Spurlock in a West Virginia coal mine for 30 days. My father has been a coal miner since before my birth, so this has always been a part of my life, but more on the periphery due to an inability to conceptualize exactly what it's like to go into the Earth for work everyday. So, it was very interesting to watch the show, both because it was definitely something close to Spurlock and something close to me.

Spurlock's discussions, both with just the camera as well as with others, are very engaging and smart. In addition to walking in the steps of a miner, he chose to do a segment on the issue of mountain top removal and surface mining, a very hot topic in the state. The emotion the surfaced in those interviews and expression of the facts were expertly captured. The hidden beauties of the state are many; the mountains hold most of them. Yet, these coal companies blow up the mountains to access coal that would be next to impossible to mine. A unique situation yet all too common theme of the human condition: do we curb our consumption habits or just continue to consume, assuming that by some miracle of God the environment will renew itself?

The show is in it's 3rd season. It's on Tuesdays at 10pm, with an encore at 11pm. I highly recommend choosing one to which you can relate and checking it out. Informative and entertaining.

Step it up, Associated Press!

How many times in our lives do we hear that the fact checking of a story is based on the work of the Associated Press? An incident during my dose of daytime television today made me question this agency--not just its existence but its accuracy in the context of its ever-present and dominating cultural force.

As I anxiously awaited Colin Firth's appearance on The View, the ladies were discussing various "hot topics" when Whoopi Goldberg announced that there was breaking news coming in from the AP. It was the announcement that Hillary Clinton would concede this evening that Obama has won the proper number of delegates in order to take the Democratic nomination. This, of course, is a hugely anticipated milestone in the presidential campaign. This news is so anticipated that Barbara Walters asked Whoopi to repeat the announcement before breaking for commercial, which she did. They return from commercial and continue on chatting when Whoopi suddenly interrupts the flow for yet another AP announcement. The Clinton camp wanted to squash the former AP announcement and confirmed that Hillary would not be conceding this evening.

How does this happen with such a respected and leading news authority? Within 5 or 10 minutes time a seemingly straightforward claim is proven completely unfounded and false. This is a case of black and white that needs to remain that way--either one will concede or she will not. There is no in between or wiggle room for debate.

To read up on just how powerful the AP has grown to be, check out this article. It demonstrates the breadth of influence the agency holds and may lead you to question, based on the atrocity above, exactly why it continues to be such a force in reporting.

Addiction: America's Next Top Model

I am treading dangerous waters, apparently. Just last week, I saw a segment on Good Morning, America, which featured a woman who professionals would say is addicted to reality television. She DVR's and views somewhere around 38 a week. That's steep, even by the homebound standard. I don't think I quite qualify for the reality television addiction just yet, though.

I am, however, admittedly becoming more and more attracted to crazy marathons. Before, it was much less likely that I could watch them in their entirety because of timing. Being stuck home for 3 weeks has, however, changed this. Ironically, my first full marathon was America's Next Top Model, Cycle 5. The key to this viewing was, thankfully, the great DVR technology. I think part of my motivation for watching was to get them out of my DVR queue. How many folks would you want to see upwards of 8 episodes of America's Next Top Model in yours?

In any case, I thought this was a one time occurence. However, as I flipped through the trusty cable guide today, I noticed it was a new day of ANTM marathon on MTV! I will leave it a mystery whether or not I repeated the recording and viewing like above! Some things are just better left to secret.

A Plug

Charlie Rose. The sound of that to me is similar to Lawrence Welk or Hee Haw. Something more aged and less of interest. Some nostalgic value in them, of course, but just not something I thought I would ever become a fan of. But, here I am, obsessing over its greatness. It is pure, and it is fact. Perhaps, to be fair, a little opinion is tossed in there to avoid total dryness. But, with a world of sensationalism that robs us of every accurate news source, this hour long program provides a true escape from that. It is a refreshing reminder of what news, reporting and journalism are meant to be.

So, if you haven't before, check it out.

Political Monogamy: 21st Century Oxymoron

What is happening in New York? Is it really possible that the two leaders of one of our most prominent states are both cheaters?

I know we had Clinton, a respectable and very strong leader, who had to dodge the storm of public opinion that followed the uncovering of his tryst with Monica Lewinsky. While completely revolting, disappointing and shocking, for some reason that incident played out without getting under my skin too terribly much. Perhaps it was that there was some small bit of consequence being paid. Instead of such extreme focus on the rest of the political package and legend and a blind eye to the moral wrong (as is the case with JFK), there was some acknowledgement of wrong and reaction to that wrong.

When Gov. Spitzer of New York came out about being nabbed by the feds for participation in a prostitution ring, it was even more revolting. A lawmaker fell to the ranks of a lawbreaker in addition to a major wrongdoer, morally speaking. Now, David Paterson and his wife have come foreward to air their dirty laundry, admitting to affairs on both ends due to a rocky marriage. Are we supposed to think it's better that they apparently agreed that they should both branch out? I do not quite understand all of this cheating and inability to be a loyal partner. And what part of these actions is meant to lead us to believe that they will be loyal leaders for us if they don't even do that with those whom they pledge their lives to andexchange vows.

As our elected lawmakers and leaders, they should know best the laws of moral and legal conduct. Why they all have chosen to be involved in legal marriages, only to violate the very basis of those marriages, is beyond me. It's optional people! It's also perfectly acceptable this day in age to get a divorce or at the very least separated...before you've violated what was to be your lifetime partner and, in many cases, the fellow parent of your children. So, why not just make it legal. Curb those apparently unforgiving human impulses and practice a little self-control. While the Governor Spitzers, Governor Patersons and many others in the world make it seem unbelievable...it really is possible. I think we should consider getting a handle on this before the future generations of America sit in their various history classes, learning of the defunct attempts to join the concepts of politics and monogamy.

Beware iTunes Junkies

I am an iTunes junkie.

As a proud iPhone owner and user, I have discovered new features of the phone nearly every month that make me love it more. One thing I know I had been told of early on but obviously breezed over was the new iTunes feature on the phone. The phone contains all of the great iPod features, but the added bonus is that you can download music from iTunes straight to the iPod included in the phone. I'm guessing that my breezing over this initially was divine intervention in order to avoid financial collapse!

Usually, this takes more time and effort since the typical iPod owner must login on their computer and explore the iTunes store, download and then synch that new music on their iPod. The bonus feature of the iPhone makes it so that you simply go into the iTunes Store, using the wireless internet connection and click buy.

I just discovered this and used it for the first time a couple nights ago. I have two words to describe the experience...awesome...and...dangerous. All music is a simple click away, providing you've got the wireless connection available to do so. This is probably the one area of shopping that definitely makes me the typical American consumer with an insatiable appetite.

Sleepy Hollow

I have been aware of the tale of Sleepy Hollow and the headless horseman for some time. In fact, my introduction to the stage was in 3rd grade as the great Katrina Van Tassel from the tale. Then, there was the making of the movie with one of my favorites, Johnny Depp. However, it was not until yesterday that I came to know yet another incarnation of Sleepy Hollow.

I got to visit Sleepy Hollow, NY, or at least the immediate vicinity as I went on a site visit for work at the Tarrytown House. There was some talk at the close of the tour about how the headless horseman makes an annual visit to the estate, blowing through to the fascination of kids and adults alike. Instead of scoffing at this and laughing at the gullibility of those who would participate in such a silly thing, I thought to myself: "How cool is that for the imagination?" Just goes to show the magic of legend remains steadfast despite the passing of my years!

Expiration Worries

I am wasteful. I hardly ever put a dent in, let alone finish, a meal out. It's borderline painful for me to go out and eat a normal meal because I leave with such a feeling of guilt for not finishing my food, considering how many people in our country and worldwide could really use that food. On top of that, I am not that great at eating leftovers. I've had to practically go through a self-help program just to remember to pick up my bag or box that sits on the table after getting my food wrapped. So, in those cases I forget, I am also being wasteful on top of wasteful by wasting the plastic (bag) and styrofome or whatever synthetic makes up the carry out container. I believe the pinnacle of my shame came in Philadelphia when I finally remembered to pick up a container off of the table, strolled out to my car, drove home and realized as I went into my house that I had placed the container on top of my car and had driven off. Add littering to that wasteful offense.

One of the ways I've found to help rehabilitate my ways and perhaps compensate in some way is through my milk purchases. At first glance, organic milk is expensive. To look at a carton of milk and think of paying over $3 for that milk makes one wince. However, first, there truly is a difference in taste. Organic milk is very cold and fresh tasting. That, alone though, does not validate the purchase. What does is the fact that the expiration date on organic milk gives you another good two weeks than you would otherwise get out of your milk purchase. I have been a repeat offender in the area of wasting milk as well...for years. As soon as I started buying it while in the dorm, I realized there would not be too many times that I would even polish off a half gallon within its fresh period. But, to downgrade meant possibly not having enough. And who wants to get stuck with a dry bowl of cereal in the sleepy mornings?

I have learned since this discovery that ultrapasteurization (heating the milk to a higher temp) is what extends the expiration. There is speculation, however, that you should still ditch the milk a week after opening.

Gilbert's Tenets

It's taken me quite some time to both fully get into and appreciate Elizabeth Gilbert's book, Eat Pray Love, but it's one of those reads better once it steaps a bit. And, actually, that's one of the inspirations of the book...it makes you want to tuck a little bit of time away each day just to think a little more. Whether on the way you're doing things, why you're doing them as you are, what you're eating, with whom you're talking, what you're talking about or simply where to go to next, this book validates your every thought.

This life has such potential, especially now, to make you want to move ultra fast, sometimes forgetting all together what your motivations are or what you want them to be. What Gilbert says, and most eloquently so, is that we all need to put some more thought into things. For her, it's about her yoga practices and spirituality, but at the base of those like most other things is really just inspiration. What inspires you? And is that inspiration centered as it needs to be? Or is it sort of reckless?

Throughout the book, you get an intimate look at Gilbert's (sometimes incredibly embarrassing) thought processes, motivations and inspiration. She makes amazing leaps in the areas of honesty (both with herself and others) and love. She takes down the artifice and suffers through the journey to getting real. I am close to the end, not yet finished, but I can safely say at this point that this book is a good guide to being human and becoming better at being just that...human.

Whether looking for a good laugh, clever writing or just an adventure to Italy, India and Indonesia, you will probably enjoy this read. The title definitely wins the prize for three great tenets around which we could all stand to organize our lives. Try it out.

Another Reason to Love NY...

There are so many reasons to love New York City. Today, however, I had a chance meeting with a lady that made me add a new reason to my list. With all of the speculation outside of New York about New Yorkers and their distant and oftentimes cold dispositions, I met a lady today who proves them all wrong. I ran to an appointment downtown, and as I waited for the elevator, latest read in hand (A Thousand Splendid Suns), I noticed her kind of staring at me in my peripheral vision. My first response, as I think most would have it as well, was to think to myself, "Why do people have to stare? It's so rude." Now, mind you, if I'm the one doing the staring, then there must be a very good reason for it, but if I'm the object of inspection, then I have very different feelings about it.

In any case, she broke the awkward elevator anticipatory silence with a question: "How is that one? I read The Kite Runner and loved it." I told her I wasn't too far in, but that I really enjoyed getting Hosseini's powerful writing from the perspective of a female protagonist after such a powerful account from his male protagonist in The Kite Runner. She went on to tell me about how much she loved The Bookseller of Kabul as well, perhaps even more. She also added an anecdote about her friend's Afghani husband, but for some reason that didn't mean quite as much to me.

The moral of the story: New Yorkers are not distant and cold. They've been more apt than perhaps any other group of people in any of my other globetrotting experiences to strike up a conversation--and those conversations are usually pretty interesting. Case in point!

Bookswim

Because I have not been able to hop right into my new digs and begin living as the New Jersian and NYC commuter that I now am, I have had a few things pop up as problematic. Trust me, a permanent address takes you far in this world, and the absence of one can be pretty frustrating. For the most part, the things that have been most bothersome are those that are the most normal everyday type things.

One of my favorite things, and to be completely honest probably the top thing on my list of favorite things, are books. Ever since I was a young kid, I've marveled at books as most do at money or big star sightings. In fact, as I've slowly moved from West Virginia to New Jersey, one of my biggest concerns has been where or how I will find the perfect bookcase on which I can display my collection. I resolved to invest in a "grown up" bookcase, so I passed on my set of bookshelves from Staples to my niece. So, now I have lots of boxes of books and no way to display them. To me, this is a big deal because they're all hidden away, not giving me half of the pleasure I get from merely seeing them all lined up on their shelves.

In any case, I used to love heading to the library to grab up a few good reads each month. However, I really don't have a good way of proving I'm a permanent resident, well, anywhere. So, I have had difficulty doing anything that requires that proof--like getting a library card. So, when I asked a friend at work, who lives in the city, if she had a library card that I may be able to use for one round before I get permanently settled, she presented a fabulous idea. She said she would forward to me the name of an online service that's like Netflix but for books. Can you imagine the excitement that I felt? I had never even considered this concept because I always had my library sitting conveniently nearby, and I worked hours that made it very convenient to pop in and out.

I went on the Internet to surf and find the service my friend spoke of, and sure enough it was there! It's called Bookswim. I realize that both the DVD mail service and this newly discovered service really only support the claim that we're becoming a people with insatiable appetites for anything and everything material, but I have to give them both two thumbs up. There promises to be a future blog entry, describing the Bookswim experience!

The Workplace: Is Its Time Up?

A conversation at work today brought something to my attention that I hadn't really considered before now. There is not a real big reason for folks to come to work anymore.

With the internet and all of the other forms of technology that have been developed, anyone can telecommute from just about anywhere. The concept of office settings was the natural result of needing a team of employees, working separate aspects of projects, to come together in order to communicate needs or offer support to one another. Now, we have phones, PDAs, the BlackBerry, computers, etc. Many of my co-workers and others spend so much time outside of the office anyhow. But, whether on travel or taking time off, they manage to keep in touch and things, for the most part, remain on track. It seems, on the surface at least, that a new organizational set up such as more working from home wouldn't create that much of a change. Think about the ramifications of this who trend: commercial real estate, office supplies and furniture industry, mass transit. They would all experience huge changes.

So, I ask, what is the value add of the office setting this day in age? Can we safely say that it's at the beginnings of being phased out?

Hello, Fall...Goodbye, Summer?

I'm not sure there's anyone who can say they truly dislike summer. But, I will admit that I am not its biggest fan. The extremes--both summer and winter--tend to make me long for the more moderate and unpredictable days of fall and spring. There's nothing I completely dislike about summer or winter, but they seem to get old much more quickly for me while the other two seasons don't seem quite long enough. A lot of people have commented on how quickly this summer has passed, and I guess it has. However, I am not mourning its end as some do.

Some sure signs that summer will soon be history...

I like the fact that my new fellow Jersians are waiting with bated breath for the summer shore population to go home and stop intruding on their turf. I like it that fall clothes are starting to show up in stores and that magazines are showcasing the new fall fashion trends. I have a friend from home who reminded me that WVU's football season will kick off next week, and I have been able to catch a few takes of preseason NFL games hitting the networks. Another friend of mine has already started her search for the ideal Halloween costume for this year's celebration. And last, but surely not least, there's the fact that pumpkin is slowly working its way back into menues nationwide; one of its first appearances--Dunkin' Donuts' pumpkin donut.

In addition to all of this, I highly anticipate the return of television. Summer has proven a great time to catch some new trial run shows like Heartland and The Closer. I've also had the chance to try out the 1st season of Weeds due to the summer hiatus that all of my regular shows take. All of this TV novelty has been great, but I have to say that the return of the Grey's Anatomy crew as well as Desperate Housewives and Brothers & Sisters will be just a smidge more fulfilling.

Back to School

There's definitely one thing that has never changed for me: I love school. I love virtually every aspect of it. There were always those days I really wished it were optional rather than mandatory--just think of how great that would be. But, other than those days, I am an academic addict.

I began to realize how true this really is as the same old back to school fever lit up inside of me despite the fact that...well...I am a student no more. There's no classroom in my near future. But, as the back to school ads have geared up, and the stories of preparations for the school year have been told to me, I have taken on this permanent state of nostalgia for anything connected.

Years ago...almost 20 to be exact...I started to walk the couple of neighborhood blocks late in August to jump into the school year fun. I would go roam the halls of Park View Elementary School, helping everyone to get their bulletin boards all set and decorated. It was as if I wanted to hurry them along so that we could just start the year already. I can literally smell the halls of the school that is now a professional building. I can see the gymnasium where I learned to master the art of running under the collapsing parachute as my classmates hoisted it in the air. That same gymnasium held the stage where I played the lead female role of Katrina Van Tassel in The Headless Horseman--my 3rd grade theater debut.

Even in high school, some of my best memories are those from playing the part of lab assistant to the Chemistry teacher--she shall remain anonymous, but she was the best teacher because a) she made chemistry fun and b) she told us stories of going to see The Doors in concert and told cautionary tales wisely disguised as edgy stories from the days of the hippies. Why is it that so many high school kids love hippies? Maybe it was just an era during my years.

Now, I have friends who are teachers. I have friends who are lucky enough to still be stalling the brave new world of adulthood, basking in the eternal youth that comes with academia and grad classes. I have young people around me who are preparing for their return. And I'm totally envious of them all. Happy trails to all who will soon be journeying down the path of the 2007-08 school year!

Beachin' Solo

I went to a beach called Sea Bright in New Jersey today. If you happened to wake up in virtually any part of New Jersey today, you would have wondered why any fool would've headed to the shore. All I can say is a red flag day at a Jersey beach can be a perfect day of bliss for those who prefer the less busy shore--like empty. To me, though, rough waves and an empty beach is just as beautiful as any pristine day at the shore. To look up and look down the shore and see no one in sight and only beach and sea as far as the eye can see is perfect. I definitely suggest it for something different to do on a rainy day. Pull up the hoodie, set the iPod on shuffle and just walk. It will be just you, the gulls and the ocean.

Here's Looking at You

A new pitfall of public transportation: being stuck for something to look at for the ride. This is probably the worst while on the subway. You're in such close quarters usually, and everyone is painfully searching for something that they can focus on. This is usually a successful move if gazing at the various advertisements in your car. You're golden if you've brought along your own reading or entertainment. But, in the case that you're stuck going in search of your focus, it can be a downright desperate search. I am a fan of the advertisements, regardless of how boring they are or how far from my interest the advertised product or service is from my own, they always pull through when you need them most. The worst, though, is when you go in search and either due to your position or your car, there is absolutely nothing to turn to for gazing. As a result, I usually start out looking down, but then I realize that others probably look at me and think I'm in some deep mourning or something. If this does happen, and I'm stuck looking down, then I've found it's important to look as though you're in deep thought. That look also lends to your credibility as a seasoned traveler, I think.

In any case, I usually try to find something...anything...to get fixed on. In the process of searching, if I happen to meet the eyes of another commuting New Yorker, then I am quickly reminded that the myth of New Yorkers who don't stare is just that...a myth. In fact, just about everytime I have met the eyes of another, it's me who has to break the eye contact. They're kind of intimidating like that. But, then again, I always remind myself, they're just another passenger on the same train, looking for something to stare at for a few stops. And if I can be of service in providing myself as a focal point, then I'm happy to oblige. I just hope when I do happen to choose another person as my focus that they aren't quick to judge me as strange or rude. After all, appreciating the beauty of others (or quirks) is a cornerstone of culture!

The History of Today

Today is an important day. I'm sure that can be said for most, if not all days. But, I decided today was a day to be commemorated on A Tribute to Life. Little did I know how much had happened on this day. So, jump into my time machine and enjoy the journey...

• In 1875: Samuel Coleridge-Taylor was born


• In 1914: Panama Canal opens to traffic


• In 1935: Will Rogers was killed in a plane crash


• In 1939: The Wizard of Oz premiered in Hollywood, CA. Judy Garland became famous for the movie's song "Somewhere Over the Rainbow."


• In 1940: Air battles and daylight raids over Britain began in WWII.


• In 1945: WWII ended


• In 1948: CBS-TV inaugurated the first nightly news broadcast with anchorman Douglas Edwards.


• In 1961: East Germans began construction of the Berlin Wall


• In 1965: The Beatles set a record for having the largest single crowd at a concert at Shea Stadium in New York. Attendance was 56,000.


• In 1969: The Woodstock Music and Art Fair began in Bethel, NY. The three-day concert featured 24 bands and drew over 400,000 people


• In 1972: A dear friend of mine, Cindy Whitecotton, whose flame would be blown out all too early was born.


• In 1991: Paul Simon played a free concert at New York's Central Park in front of an estimated 750,000 people


• In 2001: Chandra Levy's parents appeared on CNN's "Larry King Live." They discussed Levy's disappearance on April 30, 2001.

Morning Obsession

My new morning life requires an earlier rise, minus a homemade pot of coffee and minus the time to eat breakfast...or the desire to at that early hour. So, over the past month, I've tried some different ideas. I've brought food in with me, I've gotten coffee at the train station, and I've gone without both some mornings. None of these got it for me.

Then, one morning, I decided to try a street vendor on the 53rd Street side of our building since a co-worker had suggested it. He had said that the coffee was the best, so I ventured there with high expectations. Dangerous, I know, but in the end, I found the coffee to be completely delightful. Every sip tastes just the way I like my coffee to taste. Bold, but not too bold, smooth and made to order with cream and sugar. This was phase one of the building of my breakfast routine.

A few days after falling into this routine, I decided to venture out once again. This time, I decided I would not just get my coffee, I would try a morning treat that the vendor had to sell. This was quite the decision since the cart is packed full of all of the best morning goodies--muffins of every kind, bagels of every kind and donuts of most kinds. I decided, though, that I would go with the plane Jane of them all...the croissant. This morning marked the official start of a breakfast utopia for me.

I now visit this vendor each and every morning, asking for the same order most if not all mornings. The only deviation is my occasional passing on the croissant. However, I can admit that from the time I wake until I'm walking into 666 Fifth Avenue, brown bag in hand, all I can think about is taking in the luscious coffee and croissant.

Opening Pandora's Box in the World of Music

I introduce you to my newest obsession. To some, it will be a great find, I hope. To others, it's probably old news. In any case, as my officemate and I went in search of some tunes for the day, I opted for some internet radio. I headed for MSN.com to use they're radio, and to my surprise, this new-fangled message popped up, informing me that MSN has now partnered with Pandora to provide better radio service. Let me tell you that this is some fantastic stuff! A sample of the player or radio screen is above--very easy to use. Perhaps the best feature of the tool is that you can type in an artist or song and a customized mix of songs is automatically created for you, and that mix mirrors the style of that artist or song you typed in.

I think this is fantastic. Try it out!

What Are We Thinking?

Several world events have caused me to start thinking more about what we all think about all day, every day. Whereas I used to look at events such as violent acts and disasters or tragic events with sadness, I have begun to think very differently about them. Now, I look at events such as the Minneapolis bridge collapse and the senseless murder of three teens and wounding of one other in Newark, NJ, and I wonder what we are all doing. There have been so many convincing statements that things will now change since these things have happened, but why would it take the things happening for our brilliant breed to realize that some action is required? Are we not smart enough to see with every new invention, there needs to be plans to help ensure safety and improve on the original ideas as we continue to study the inventions evolution? Are we not smart enough to devise plans for violence prevention, especially in those areas most prone to it? Why does it take death and destruction for us to shape up?

Another tiresome example of this theory would, undoubtedly, be our post 9/11 behavior. Okay, so we create this brilliant task force for Homeland Security. However, I read on a news ticker last week that very few, if any, of the state programs are indicating success in their programs. So, will we wait to come up with an alternative after some other disaster of epic proportions hits? It's as though the human race has decided it does its best thinking during crises. I am pretty sure this theory has been proven wrong, however our eternal commitment to progress seems to be lagging in this particular case.

So, if we are doing our best thinking during crises, my only question left is what are we thinking about the rest of the time? It seems a huge waste to me to spend all of our time reacting and none of it preventing. It's along the same lines as only appreciating something once it's gone. Brings to mind the saying of "Too little, too late."

A New Chapter

The past few months have led up to the official start of a brand new chapter in my life. After returning to my hometown for a brief reprieve, I have accepted a new position in the Marketing department of the international law firm for which I work--Orrick. This was no small change, for I have gone from the small and insular Wheeling, WV, to New York, NY. Just a hop, skip and a jump, right?!

After much debate, I opted for suburban living in Belford, NJ. So, I commute into the city each day of the week to our Midtown office. It's been a whole lot of change in very little time, so as a brief summary, I've come up with the following list of things that never entered my mind but are now a part of the very fabric of my life:

1. Shore Season. Living in a land-locked region rather than a coastal area is a drastic difference in setting for several obvious reasons. However, the Jersey shore season pretty much dictates any major traffic and/or driving decisions. Now that I live within 10-15 minutes from the beach, I have to remain constantly aware of the looming possibility that shore traffic could present major delays--mostly on Thursday and Sunday evenings.

2. Public Transportation. My days of hopping in my garage-kept car, only to drive about 5 minutes in a traffic-free setting to get to work are gone. In their place lies trains, buses and subways. Due to a slight delay in moving into my new apartment, my public transportation adventures have pretty much run the gamet. Overall, it's spelled out very early mornings, patient waits, and the occasional very late nights. Also, I will never need to invest in a gym membership again. No matter how early or on time I am, New Yorkers and my other fellow commuters have taught me that it never means you're off the hook for a panicked run through the subway station, Port Authority or Penn Station. Who cares if you're on time...you could make the earlier subway, train or bus if you haul it!

3. Philadelphia. That's right, the city of brotherly love that was once where I called home has now reentered my daily conscience. Since it's now just a couple hours off, I have made two trips down, enjoying time with those who made me miss the city most.

4. Jughandles and Roundabouts. The only other time in life when I thought of these was when I was studying abroad in Ireland. Little did I know that they would become second nature for me. Apparently, New Jersey shares the great love of left turn avoidance that Ireland also acknowledges. They're kind of fun...keep you on your toes and switches it up a bit. I hear they're supposed to make for safer roads, but then I am puzzled as to why car insurance in New Jersey is known for being astronomically expensive and complicated.