Thursday, November 24, 2011
I'm sitting in one of my favorite places to be on the planet: an airport. Anywhere. OK. So it's not glamorous, nor is there great food (unless you are a hot dog fan; and there's still not great food). But it means that I'm going somewhere, hopefully someplace fascinating, exotic, or, at least interesting. Right now I'm waiting for to embark on a rather circuitous route to a place I've always wanted to go: Budapest (for those of you who want to know, I'm staying in Buda).

So on this Thanksgiving day I'm thankful for my good friends, having a wonderful job doing meaningful work and the opportunity hop on a jet and go to faraway places. Life is good and my (silver) bird awaits.
Saturday, October 29, 2011
I now have irrefutable proof that the recession - or whatever the nom-d’economic disaster you want to give it – is over. The evidence arrived in my mail box recently, weighing in at slightly more than the latest Bantom Weight champion – in the form of the fall Restoration Hardware catalog. The September issue of Vogue would need to bulk-up to even come close to the heft of the offerings from this here-to-fore “traditional” retailer. In fact, the release of Restoration Hardware’s catalog and the famous issue of Vogue constitute a battle of the bulge for prime real estate in your mailbox.

The size of the catalog itself is rivaled only by the size of the pieces it is hawking. Steam Punk meets BarcaLounger sofas. Light fixtures that would be at home on a Phantom of the Opera set. A map of Paris that fills an entire wall. And lots of pieces that look like they were crafted from salvaged airplane parts circa 1965. In fact, to house much of what you see in this catalog you would have to live in a space roughly the equivalent of an airplane hangar.

So what’s up with timing a major re-brand to coincide with unprecedented unemployment and an economy intent on reaching new lows? According to CEO Gary Friedman in a missive that accompanies the catalog:

During the collapse of the global economy . . . we chose not to listen to the conventional wisdom encouraging us to follow the pack and lower quality to reduce prices. Instead, we saw an opportunity to be liberated, abandoning our past to embrace the future, one that has redefined the essence of who we are. No longer mere “retailers” of home furnishings, we are now “curators” of the best historical design the world has to offer.

We’ve destroyed the previous iteration of ourselves, clearing the way to express our brand in a never-before-seen fashion.
As we witness a rebellion against the one percent of Americans who are presumably Restoration Hardware’s new sales demographic, it will be interesting to note whether this born-again retailer will ultimately find salvation.
Saturday, August 27, 2011
Sunday, 1320 Hours, Washington, D.C. After sequestering myself overnight and this morning away from windows for safety, I finally summoned enough courage to peer between the blinds and discovered that that almost perfectly spherical orb that consists of hot plasma interwoven with magnetic fields - the sun - was now dominating the weather again. Damn. Will this heat never end? Your intrepid hurricane reporter is now signing-off until the next threat.


Saturday, 2145 Hours,Washington, D.C.  Well, due to the lack of light, it's difficult to report anything really substantive. Additionally, there's really nothing substantive to report, irrespective of the hour. A quick look out the front of my building (flouting all recommendations to stay away from windows) indicates a light rain falling. Also, and it may just be limited to the area of D.C. that I live in (or at least, the area directly in front of me), there is no wind. In fact, the only wind related to Hurricane Irene in the D.C. area seems to be coming from weather commentators. But I'm sure once the sun rises again (assuming it does), I'll have more to report. In the meantime, in case you missed it, you may want want to read an earlier blog on weather. Stay tuned.


Saturday, 1648 Hours, Washington, D.C. Now things are really starting to happen; I heard thunder. Who could have imagined an afternoon thunder storm in late August in D.C.?  I think I'll try to get to Safeway for last minute provisioning. The bread and milk will have been long gone, but I might be able to muster up some granola bars past the expiration date. Actually, the low-on-stock situation at Safeway would be typical for any Saturday night. Washingtonians name their Safeways and the one I'm referring to is the Soviet Safeway (always low on stock and always long lines; get it?). At least it's better than Capitol Hills' UnSafeway. Wish me luck.


Saturday, 1500 Hours, Washington, D.C. What's the difference between Hurricane Irene and a typical late summer rain storm? So far, positioning. From a marketing, not a global satellite perspective, that is. Yes, it's a bit windy and has been raining steadily for the past hour. But the flooding - oops, I mean storm surge - of streets and gutters we're currently experiencing is more the result of a municipal infrastructure less efficient than an incandescent light bulb. And I'm being a little hard on incandescent light bulbs, here. 


Saturday, 1200 Hours, Washington, D.C. (OK, I know this post automatically has the time and date. But this dateline gives it a more Irwin Allen-esque feel). Still reeling from a massive earthquake earlier in the week that caused irreparable damage to three figurines in a local woman's Hummel collection, our nation’s capital is now bracing for the onslaught of Hurricane Irene. Already the ground looks damp and I think I saw a branch move, but it could have been a squirrel. More later.
Sunday, August 14, 2011

Anyone who has a blog, though its readership may measure well into the lower single digits, understands that to begin blogging again after a long absence begs an explanation. So here’s mine: in the months that I have been silent, nothing of international, nay, universal import, has compelled me to write. I have this work gig, tennis gig, voice gig, painting gig, etc. that have consumed most of my discretionary time recently. And until now, I haven’t had a reason with enough importance to weigh-in on any debate of national or international significance. In fact, I’ve probably dawdled a bit in getting to this particular post. But here it is – George Clooney needs to date someone whose IQ surpasses her TVQ. Yes, this is a bloggervention.

If you’ve been exposed to a television (particularly in a public location), stood in a supermarket checkout line or have been forced to read publications of the “People” or “US Weekly” ilk while waiting for a professional service, you know that Clooney and his potential life partner, some obscure (although less so, thanks to Clooney) Italian model, have parted ways. Needless to say in these situations, there is no shortage of speculation about who will be next to occupy a place in his heart and his Lake Como villa. Mostly this list is populated by women who have devoted their life’s work to activities that involve standing in front of a camera. Many have found time to get their GED.  While I can’t begin to predict who it might be, owing to my complete lack of exposure to popular culture predicative models for celebrity dating, I can say the type of woman I think it should be.

First of all, there are certain assumptions. Well, actually, one: Clooney can pretty much date whomever he wants. That’s pretty cool. But who should he want? That’s where my invaluable advice comes in.

Age. (Appropriate) First and foremost, he should find someone in the general vicinity of his own age, say 10 years. If we’re to believe that wisdom grows with life experience and, as a consequence, aging, a woman who is 45 has more to contribute than someone who is 25.

Education. I’m thinking an academic pedigree similar to Samantha Power’s or Condoleezza Rice’s*, both in terms of the institutions (Harvard, Stanford) and subject matter of international affairs. While Clooney may not have formal training in international relations (the policy, not the interpersonal type, the latter of which he is an unsurpassed content expert), he has devoted a fair amount of his free time promoting and supporting humanitarian efforts internationally.

Accomplishment. Again using Power and Rice (hey, that sounds like a humanitarian relief effort in and of itself) as examples, George should find someone who has actually achieved more with her life than landing a minor role in “Deuce Bigelow, American Gigolo.”

My final plea: George (may I call you George?), you’ve proven you can attract (young) women that score high on the babelicious scale. But I’m speculating you’d find more happiness with a woman whose contributions to society will not be forgotten once the tabloids hit the round file. Just a guess; I could be wrong.


*Yes, I realize that Power is married (but if George hadn’t been dallying with a woman who hosted music videos for the past couple of years, he might have had a chance) and Rice’s politics may be a bit, um, conservative, but these are just examples, people.
Monday, March 28, 2011
Well, it’s been a spell since this blog was updated. And while I’m not exactly (or even inexactly) being hounded to fill-in interested parties on what I’ve been up-to for the last few months, I do have a really, really good excuse (really). I’ve been kinda busy recently with work stuff. So here’s the back story.

For some time, as I may have droned on about, it has been my goal to transition my experience in non-profit management into international development. Easier said than done, I’ve learned. The catch (as in “Catch 22”) is that most international jobs require international experience. But how do you get international experience in the first place if you, well, can’t get a job without it? One way is to volunteer, which I did last year in Nepal, Jordan and India doing capacity building in communications and management with local NGOs.

In between, to keep bread on the table and Stuart Weitzman’s on my feet, I did some consulting. My latest gig was with Earth Day Network (yes, the folks responsible for the annual tribute to our planet, but who do so much more year-round). I had the opportunity to work on promoting what this wonderful organization's many partners are accomplishing worldwide, which is truly inspiring.

OK. Back to the international development thing. My wishlist was short and to the point:

  1. Find an organization that was making a difference worldwide
  2. Find an organization that was making a difference worldwide that wanted to hire me
Of course, it would be great if the organization was held in high regard in international circles, synomymous with service and helping people build better worlds for their communities, themselves and their children. Hmmm. How about the Peace Corps? Yes, that’s where I think I’ll go. And as luck, and a little hard work would have it, that is exactly where I’ve landed. I started today in a newly-created position responsible for doing internal (think inter-, intra- agency) communications for the Peace Corps’ stellar IT division. There’s not much more I can tell you right now since this was my first day going through NEO (no, I am not in the Matrix, but New Employee Orientation). However, it’s hard to go wrong working for an organization that's name begins with “Peace.”


About this blog

This blog's title comes from Ariel's Song in Shakespeare's The Tempest.

Full fathom five they father lies,
Of his bones are coral made,
Those are pearsl that were his eyes;
Nothing of him doth fade,
But doth suffer a sea-change
into something rich and strange.

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