A holiday work party — in January?

Because I work for a fairly quirky company, we’re holding our annual “non-holiday” party tonight. On a Tuesday night of the last weekend in January.

It’s strange, but, once you think about it, the doldrums of winter is definitely a good time for a party. It’s 20 degrees outside, windy and dark. There are no holidays to look forward to (unless, like me, you have scheduled an upcoming week off to spend here. But that’s beside the point. And yes, it’s OK to feel envy, or even rage, as you look at that link. )

I’m all for free food and booze on a miserable Tuesday in January.

Icicles on my nose

OK, not really. But it’s a bit nippy today:

Mostly Sunny
19° | 18°

Since it’s 3 p.m., I should run outside right now and see if the sun has indeed warmed the air 1 degree to 19.

But I won’t. I am only going outside when 5 p.m. rolls around, and the Happy Hour buzzer dings, if it isn’t encapsulated in ice.

This morning, as I exited the subway and felt my skin begin to harden into a frozen carapace, a woman passed me drinking an iced coffee. Sometimes I just wanna slap people.

The best part about windy, sub-freezing weather is …wait, I can’t think of anything. The worst part, besides how painful the air feels, is the snot that materializes as soon as you walk into a heated environment. Sexy!

To Boldly Go Into the Unknown

I love looking at NASA’s satellite images of Earth (except the ones that show all the glaciers melting.) I especially love the less frequently available photos snapped by more distant spacecraft dispatched around our local star system. Like these two.

Saturn

Yes, I’m a nerd, I guess. But what I don’t understand is why more people aren’t intrigued by this particular topic, too. Why, for instance, do we let politicians spend money on wars, when there’s this whole damn universe that needs exploring? If I were president, I’d work toward a government that spent a lot more on NASA. Oh, yeah, and ending world hunger and all that, too.

Photos from NASA.

More dumb teen criminal news

Four teens attacked and robbed a food-delivery man in Hamilton Heights, police sources said yesterday. The quartet, three 15-year-old boys and an 18-year-old man, allegedly pounced on the victim as he left a building on West 150th Street at St. Nicholas Place at 11:10 p.m. Monday, the sources said. A witness called 911 and officers quickly found the four suspects at West 151st Street and Convent Avenue and arrested them for robbery and assault. – New York Post

Some of you will recognize that address as the location of our old apartment building in Harlem. I still miss that roof deck.

But what this little news item fails to mention is that next door to our apartment is the office of the NYPD’s 30th Precinct.

So the teens practically ran themselves to jail.

Good Times: Happy Birthday, Erik

It’s my little brother’s birthday today, and I’ve been trying to come up with a great story to illustrate how fun it is to have a little brother. There’s plenty of examples, like the time we got bored one summer and created a synchronized swimming routine that involved every corny dance move known to exist (ex: he pretended to be fishing, and I pretended to get caught, so I made gasping gill-like movements with my hands as I partially flew out of the pool water as he reeled me in) and then invited our parents to come out and watch us perform our “routine”…. or the time we played an agonizingly long series of of 20 Questions as we made the even more agonizingly long trek from El Paso to Corpus Christi and came up with a very efficient way of asking the 20 questions (“1. Is it a human concept or physical object?”) …or the time when I taught him to drive, at the NMSU parking lot, and two little owls crawled out of a lamppost, watching us curiously.. .or, more recently, the time that we turbo-toured the Museum of Natural History and the Museum of Modern Art in one swift afternoon and I realized my brother knew far more about art than me….