This morning I got a chance to read a Crime Stoppers flier posted in the Nostrand subway station where I catch the A train every morning.
It was a flier requesting information about a murder committed back in 2005, and the most interesting part is where it stated, "part of his dismembered body was recovered in a subway tunnel at the Nostrand Ave station."
Nothing like gruesome crime to start off a week.
Monday, February 25, 2008
Thursday, February 07, 2008
When I first got to New College, in the first month, and quite possibly the first week, there was this afternoon. It actually could've very easily been an evening, and not an afternoon, actually, since it was August and it doesn't start getting dark that time of year until close to 9 p.m.
Anyway, Houston was playing his guitar. We were all sitting around in Third Court, outside of Anna and Elaina's room. I'm not entirely sure who 'we' were--I know it included Jake, presumably Anna and Elaina, since we were outside of their room, and I'm pretty sure my roommate Sarah and Will were there as well. An interesting collection of people, really. Anna and Elaina only made it a semester at New College. I don't know what happened to Houston--I don't remember seeing him past second year. Sarah dropped out a week into second year. In fact, Jake's the only one who graduated on time. I graduated a year late, and I think Will graduated after me. Point being, despite our hanging out on this particular afternoon/evening, we weren't actually friends--but we didn't know that yet.
Houston played a song by Third Eye Blind called "Motorcyle Drive-by." While I owned the CD it came off of (their self-titled debut album), I'd never really noticed the song until he played it. A little while later it became a favorite of mine, and today it's one of my all-time favorite songs, if not my absolute favorite.
There's no real value to this entry; it was inspired by my desire to capture the moment. Lacking a photograph, I figured words were the next best option.
I was smoking a clove cigarette while he played. I think Sarah bummed one, and Jake told her she looked too innocent to smoke, that it looked weird. I asked if I looked too innocent to smoke, too, and he scoffed at that idea. Apparently I lost my innocent look long before age 16.
Anyway, Houston was playing his guitar. We were all sitting around in Third Court, outside of Anna and Elaina's room. I'm not entirely sure who 'we' were--I know it included Jake, presumably Anna and Elaina, since we were outside of their room, and I'm pretty sure my roommate Sarah and Will were there as well. An interesting collection of people, really. Anna and Elaina only made it a semester at New College. I don't know what happened to Houston--I don't remember seeing him past second year. Sarah dropped out a week into second year. In fact, Jake's the only one who graduated on time. I graduated a year late, and I think Will graduated after me. Point being, despite our hanging out on this particular afternoon/evening, we weren't actually friends--but we didn't know that yet.
Houston played a song by Third Eye Blind called "Motorcyle Drive-by." While I owned the CD it came off of (their self-titled debut album), I'd never really noticed the song until he played it. A little while later it became a favorite of mine, and today it's one of my all-time favorite songs, if not my absolute favorite.
There's no real value to this entry; it was inspired by my desire to capture the moment. Lacking a photograph, I figured words were the next best option.
I was smoking a clove cigarette while he played. I think Sarah bummed one, and Jake told her she looked too innocent to smoke, that it looked weird. I asked if I looked too innocent to smoke, too, and he scoffed at that idea. Apparently I lost my innocent look long before age 16.
Monday, January 28, 2008
Fastest way to get out of jury duty (outside of being an attorney/law student): state that you believe in the power of jury nullification. If you're lucky, they'll dismiss the entire panel with you.
Word of the day (from Justice Cardozo, via Corporations class):
punctilio - a fine or petty point of conduct or procedure
Word of the day (from Justice Cardozo, via Corporations class):
punctilio - a fine or petty point of conduct or procedure
Monday, December 03, 2007
Conductor: We're being held by supervision...we'll be moving shortly...
Driver (over loudspeaker as well): They need this train at Lefferts.
Conductor: What was that, partner?
Driver: They need this train at Lefferts.
Conductor: Copy that. Stand clear.
Why they were communicating via loudspeaker, I couldn't tell you.
Driver (over loudspeaker as well): They need this train at Lefferts.
Conductor: What was that, partner?
Driver: They need this train at Lefferts.
Conductor: Copy that. Stand clear.
Why they were communicating via loudspeaker, I couldn't tell you.
Sunday, November 25, 2007
Well, in the hopes of blogging more--just for Berck--I installed Google's little Blogger dashboard widgit. It's really rather cute. So now I can blog from here.
I just got home from Florida, and did the very stupid thing of falling asleep around 2:30 for 6 hours. I've probably screwed myself for the rest of the week. Hopefully Benadryl or something will be able to knock me out around 1 or 2, or I'm going to be really suffering through my 7 hours of class tomorrow.
The most interesting thing I did while in Florida was run around Apopka doing errands. It actually *was* rather fun. I sort of felt like an alien, though--like i was out of place. I had to jump over bushes to walk between Walgreens and Albertsons--apparently I was supposed to drive. In Walgreens and Albertsons I kind of walked around, mesmorized at the sheer size and selection of the stores. I think the Apopka Walgreens is larger than my corner grocery store, and doesn't have that much worse of a grocery selection!
Alright, I have to go do tax, but more later...hopefully.
I just got home from Florida, and did the very stupid thing of falling asleep around 2:30 for 6 hours. I've probably screwed myself for the rest of the week. Hopefully Benadryl or something will be able to knock me out around 1 or 2, or I'm going to be really suffering through my 7 hours of class tomorrow.
The most interesting thing I did while in Florida was run around Apopka doing errands. It actually *was* rather fun. I sort of felt like an alien, though--like i was out of place. I had to jump over bushes to walk between Walgreens and Albertsons--apparently I was supposed to drive. In Walgreens and Albertsons I kind of walked around, mesmorized at the sheer size and selection of the stores. I think the Apopka Walgreens is larger than my corner grocery store, and doesn't have that much worse of a grocery selection!
Alright, I have to go do tax, but more later...hopefully.
Friday, July 13, 2007
Street names and nursing homes
The street that I work has a four different names. 2 actual street address, find-it-on-Google-maps names and two "honorary" names. The two real names: Duane St. and Federal Plaza. The two fake names: Paul O'Dwyer way and also FBI Special Agent Someone-or-Other St. Doesn't it kind of take the honor out of having a street named after you if it's also named after someone else? It's bad enough that they don't actually rename the street--they just add a name that you need to have remarkable vision to notice and be able to read.
Amusingly, despite the fact that no one notices all of New York's "honorary" names for streets (of which there are many, since some of them appear to only cover a block or two), there has been a recent controversy over renaming a street in my neighborhood in Brooklyn. Go figure.
Moving on...
The last two weeks have been better at work. I am helping out an attorney who is working on a nursing home case, which is actually very interesting work. Unfortunately I spend a lot of time waiting around for her to tell me about what she wants to do next.
Basically, the State gov't (in this case, the NY Department of Health), inspects nursing homes on a regular basis. The surveyors issue something called a "Statement of Deficiencies" (if there are deficiencies) which identifies the scope and severity of each deficiency. Each level of scope/severity is assigned a letter. L is the worst--Widespread immediate jeopardy to resident health or safety, and A is the least serious--Isolated/No actual harm with potential for minimal harm. Sometimes (often) these nursing homes appeal the surveyor's findings and our imposition of remedies (such as monetary penalties, termination of the provider agreement, denial of payment for new admissions, etc.). When they do so, we represent Medicare at an administrative hearing.
Amusingly, despite the fact that no one notices all of New York's "honorary" names for streets (of which there are many, since some of them appear to only cover a block or two), there has been a recent controversy over renaming a street in my neighborhood in Brooklyn. Go figure.
Moving on...
The last two weeks have been better at work. I am helping out an attorney who is working on a nursing home case, which is actually very interesting work. Unfortunately I spend a lot of time waiting around for her to tell me about what she wants to do next.
Basically, the State gov't (in this case, the NY Department of Health), inspects nursing homes on a regular basis. The surveyors issue something called a "Statement of Deficiencies" (if there are deficiencies) which identifies the scope and severity of each deficiency. Each level of scope/severity is assigned a letter. L is the worst--Widespread immediate jeopardy to resident health or safety, and A is the least serious--Isolated/No actual harm with potential for minimal harm. Sometimes (often) these nursing homes appeal the surveyor's findings and our imposition of remedies (such as monetary penalties, termination of the provider agreement, denial of payment for new admissions, etc.). When they do so, we represent Medicare at an administrative hearing.
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