BoingBoing points out a great site today, InsultMonger.com. There, you can find my favorite Yiddish curse (see title of this post), as well as dozens more. My dear old Dad would have loved to see this list. Of course, none of it would have been new to him, as he was fluent in these and probably many other Yiddish curses.
Monthly Archives: February 2005
Snowy Gates
I’m in New York City through Saturday morning, and took the opportunity after meetings today at Time Warner Center at Columbus Circle to (a) experience the heavy snowfall that began this afternoon and (b) check out Cristo’s ‘Gates’ project. My brain has a hard time with these – one side sees the Zen ‘saffron’ color and feels like it makes sense – while the other side of the noggin’ sees a construction site. Anyway, the installation looks downright magical in the snow. Don’t know if these images do it justice or not, but take a look. And for a different set of ‘Gates’, visit the Sommerville Gates project.
Friends in High Places
Digital marketing powerhouse Digitas/Modem Media announced today that my friend Cella Irvine would become their Chief Administrative Officer, reporting to their CEO. Cella is a long-time digital media vet, having led Microsoft’s Sidewalk operation in NYC for many years, up to it’s purchase by Ticketmaster/CitySearch. She went on to work for insurance giant Marsh, Inc. Anyway, she’s a brilliant and wonderful person, and should do well in her new role. BusinessWire news release on her new gig is here, and a Clickz.com news story is here.
Rollin’ Babies
It’s just amazing. That’s all I can tell you. At this point, with 41 days to go, the baby’s head can be felt clearly, pushing against Amy’s belly on the upper right side. That puts the feet down near her bladder. And since the little one seems to like practicing soccer goals, Amy isn’t enjoying all that activity. The baby is also getting sound sensitive. When I make noises near Amy’s belly, the baby moves around. And when Amy was playing her horn yesterday, the baby actually settled down and stopped moving. I told Amy that either the little one is entranced by the music, or petrified by the blast of sound. You be the judge.