The Illustration Says It All

I was looking at the news section of Google today and among the headlines was this:

I had to do a second look to confirm that the illustration was for real.  It certainly was.  And it's great.

I am guessing Google just takes an arbitrary image from related stories without any real human interaction or concern.  So although the top link is from USA Today, the illustration letting us know what this salami was going to result in came from dBTechno here:  Salami Recalled Over Fear Of Salmonella Bacteria

I don't want to tell you how to run your life, salmonella head, but you might want to get that ass closer to the toilet.

Little NY1 Things

Sometimes I really miss NYC. Funny, it's usually the little things rather than the being a part of it all sort of situation.  I guess it's the little things that make the memories.  In NYC, it seemed that no matter where I lived or who I was with or what I was doing, NY1 was a constant.

I was just reading a little Village Voice as I tend to do every week or so (at the very least Savage Love) and saw this interview with Pat Kiernan. NY1. That's one of the little things I miss.

Back in my early days in NYC when I lived in an apartment in Brooklyn where my room was downstairs with only a small window linking to the outside world I relied on NY1 to let me know the weather.  Through that window it was hard to tell if it was raining or sunny.  It was just gloomy light that would filter through no matter what.  Before I lived there I'd watch TV and when the weather was on and they'd say, "Right now it's raining." I'd always think to myself, "You don't need to tell me that ... I can look myself" but in that apartment looking out a window for my own information wasn't really an option.  So in that place especially, Pat Kiernan and the rest of the crew would let me know what's up.  The ol' Weather on the 1s along with "In The Papers", Sports, Whipple's World, etc. made things a little easier and that crazy time.  From there, NY1 and I were tight.

On top of our through-the-TV friendship, NY1 was located in the same building where I worked at that point too.  I used to see Lewis Dodley out having a smoke between segments and would always keep (a sadly unsuccessful) eye out for Gigi Stone in hopes that maybe she'd like to have some sort of newsworthy rendezvous with me.

Year later when I lived in Stuytown, Amanda Farinacci lived on my floor.


I couldn't escape NY1 if I wanted to (not that I wanted to) ... and now that I have escaped it's a lonely and uninformed world.