A Day In The Life of Google

Check Out My New Site: Jewssip.com

nobody@vox.com(Googs) — Tue, 04 Nov 2008 22:00:40 -0500

Jewssip.com doesn’t guard its tongue when it comes to dishing the dirt on The Chosen living in the spotlight. Whether on Jewish celebrities, socialites or the elite, we don’t atone for delivering a clever and viciously hilarious perspective.

We craft creative content that is updated on a daily basis. Our purpose is to make our readers laugh as Hollywood’s skin is pulled back tighter than Joan River’s face.

Come check it out- www.jewssip.com ( I do all the writing, but the site sounds more official with "we") - and let me know what you think!! Plus tell your friends because there's ads on Jewssip and if I get enough clicks, I'll be able to create a Jewssip Scholarship for a woman in need to attend The OpEd Project's public seminar.

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Death and Dying

nobody@vox.com(Googs) — Wed, 25 Jun 2008 00:11:04 -0400

Who will you miss more Tim Russert or George Carlin? It's like Princess Diana and Mother Theresa. Once I flew back to Ithaca on the same plane as Henry Rawlings, the President of Cornell University. It was so depressing, I couldn't help but think that if the plane went down I would be the Mother Theresa out of the two of us.

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Toilet Birthdays!

nobody@vox.com(Googs) — Wed, 18 Jun 2008 23:28:36 -0400

Did you know that most toilets have a birthday? Doubt me. Walk into your bathroom, lift off the cover of the toilet tank and check for a date stamp inside the tank. It's like eggs or milk. If there is a date - and there usually is - snap a picture and send it to www.toiletbirthdays.com - bringing toilet humor to a new level.

Check out my toilet investigation - Girl in Bathroom at Bar!!

A girl in the bathroom at a bar

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Hitler Doll Hoax

nobody@vox.com(Googs) — Sun, 04 May 2008 21:18:53 -0400

It has been revealed that a story concerning 'Adolf Hitler dolls' going on sale in Ukraine and aimed at children was a hoax. Many news outlets picked up the false story, including Wikinews.

Also fooled were BBC News, The Telegraph and other major publications (Like ME). The story quickly spread as various media outlets quickly picked up and passed on the falsified report. Now news services have been forced to retract the story.

and Barbie is still single!

I'm good at admitting that I'm wrong.

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Watch out Ken, Hitler's Got it For Barbie!

nobody@vox.com(Googs) — Sat, 26 Apr 2008 15:46:35 -0400

A Ukrainian toy company is making it Springtime for Hitler with it's launch of a 16in Hitler doll - complete with moveable arms to reproduce Hitler's infamous salute - will first go on sale in the capital Kiev. The doll comes with a selection of outfits including "early days Adolf" (brown shirts and jodhpurs) and "wartime Adolf" (a grey double breasted tunic, black trousers and simple Iron Cross medal). There's no move to produce an Ava Braun doll, but why bother when the perfect Aryan specimen already exists --- BARBIE -- a perfect tall blond with blue eyes, no body fat and an assortment of careers ranging from astronaut to teacher to even President is single and available. Himmler, Goering did nothing compared to what dating Barbie will do for paving the way to world dominance. But why would Barbie want to pair up with this racist mass murdering dictator? Barbie has been facing some fierce competition from those multicultural Bratz dolls and let's not forget that damn Dora the Explorer. Things have been shaky with Ken for years and GI Joe is way to busy fighting Al Queda to pay her any attention. A few verses of Edelweiss may be all it takes before Barbs's is goose-stepping her way into Adolf's arms. Let's hope Skipper can talk some sense into her before it's too late!

Hitler2304_468x417

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Barbie

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Law and Order - Who will be the New Detective?

nobody@vox.com(Googs) — Tue, 22 Apr 2008 21:55:19 -0400

If Jesse Martin didn't lock 'em up on TBS each night as Detective Ed Green on Law and Order, there is no way I would ever catch some zzzs (It's either back-to-back episodes or a sleeping pill for me). With a show that has been going and going for over 18 seasons, changes in the cast are inevitable. Until now, Jerry Orbach's departure as Lenny Briscoe is the only "write-off" that made an impact on my life. I could care less that Arthur Branch left so Fred Thompson could run unsuccessfully for President. But tomorrow night Jesse is leaving for good and I will miss him - or at least as much as you can miss a guy on television. Where is he going? I don't know -- but I wish him the best of luck... maybe next up is his version of the Singing Detective (the man can sing... check out RENT!)

So for those (that's right, that means my MOM and Amy D in Shanghai!) who are confused on who came from where and when - Check out the Law and Order Character Flow Chart (yes, I am a committed fan!)

"In the criminal justice system, the people are represented by two separate yet equally important groups -- the police who investigate crime.....

The Police

...the district attorneys who prosecute the offenders. These are their stories."

The Lawyers

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Emotional Write-Offs

nobody@vox.com(Googs) — Tue, 15 Apr 2008 22:07:51 -0400

With two hours left to file income taxes, I can't help but think of all the legitimate expenses written-off according to US tax code. What about the costs that aren't monetary, but were incurred for business and educational purposes? What am I talking about? Emotional write-offs. Unlike straight business expenses, like client dinners and utilities, costs associated with love are not recognized at time of payment. Usually it's months and sometimes years before the line item deduction is brought to light.

In this tax season, I underwent an emotional audit for the fiscal years of 2001 and 2002. During this time, I lived in England and Japan with my British boyfriend. At the time I thought I was living abroad of out of love. I wanted international intrigue (a higher earned income), but without the hassle of having to pay for a vacation ( lower tax bracket ). By dating an ex-pat transferring from the UK to Tokyo, I effectively increased my deductible allowing for a huge return that sent me on a worldwide adventure. What did this recent audit reveal about my massive write-off? Traipsing through Europe and Asia was rewarding, but my relationship would have never lasted as long if we were Brooklyn.

Alas, creative accounting isn't for everybody, but damn it's worth a shot if you can stand knowing that the truth eventually catches up with you just like the IRS.

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Congestion Pricing Oh My!!

nobody@vox.com(Googs) — Mon, 07 Apr 2008 17:44:44 -0400

I used to have a monthly Metrocard, but then I got a Mini Cooper. My transformation from straphanger to road warrior didn’t happen with a single trip to the dealership. There was a two-year gestation period, which began when I was evicted from an illegally subletted rent-controlled apartment in Manhattan and ended this past June when I picked up my shiny black 2005 Mini with Hawaii license plates at a auto shipper’s depot in New Jersey. With a dark golden tan and every intention of “driving with Aloha,” I jumped into my tiny chariot, stuck my new EZPass on the windshield and headed for the Holland Tunnel.

“You’re a long way from home sweetheart. Why did you ever leave?” commented a Port Authority Officer, as I rolled through the toll at the Holland Tunnel with my windows opened.

I smiled at the question. Pizza, family and a fear that my skin would soon turn into a leathery hide were the short answers. The long version involved my desire to have a different future that what was available to me living in middle of the Pacific Ocean.

Nine months and thousands of dollars in parking tickets and gas later, I was still zipping through the tunnel and up and down the streets of New York. Due to work and financial reasons I was living in Jersey and though I still had a Metrocard, I used my E-ZPass more. Each time I popped the car into third instead of taking public transportation, I could feel my carbon footprint swelling. I knew Al Gore was disappointment in me, but it wasn’t convenient to take the train. I once cared about air quality and our dependence on oil, but my interests shifted when I learned to drive a stick shift. Had joining the car culture resulted in bankrupting my civic duty?

I thought about this as I drove to Brooklyn on Tuesday morning to dogsit a German Shephard for the next week. Was there any hope for me? What would it take for me to change my ways? And then I heard it on NPR… Congestion Pricing. Mayor Bloomberg’s plan to charge most drivers $8 to enter a zone below 60th Street had been approved by the City Council and now the bill was headed to Albany. Oh my God!! I certainly couldn’t afford this additional tax. I was going to have to do things differently and the sooner I transitioned the better.

This was my motivation for leaving my car in Brooklyn later that day and running my errands the old fashioned way. By the time I boarded the M14 crosstown bus I was exhausted. I boarded the crowded bus on Avenue B and was grumpy that this would be the first of many legs on my long journey back to Brooklyn. Luckily, I spied an unoccupied seat in the back of the bus. I was impressed that I hadn’t lost my ability to maneuver through a maze of straphangers holding large shopping bags and generally not interested in moving towards the back of the bus. I didn’t even flinch when one older woman dressed completely in leopard print nonchalantly flicked a cockroach off her bag. Please that thing was tiny, in Hawaii those buggers could fly. Finally, I made to the empty seat. I took my bag off my shoulder, loosened my scarf and prepared to sit when my would-be neighbor stopped me in mid squat.

“No, No!” he warned, pointing out the mysterious red liquid splattered along the edge of the seat.

“Oh, thanks,” I said, breathing a sigh of relief and annoyance that I was saved from staining my clothes, but I was out of a seat.

“Here take my seat,” he offered.

I smiled and said, “thanks.”

I was overcome by the kindness of this stranger. His refusal to stay quiet had made a difference. I very easily could have been wiping red gunk off my rear while trying to stem the rage bubbling within. Instead, the warmth of appreciation filled my heart as I looked over the crowd on the bus. I had been missing so much while I motored around in my protective solitary bubble of steel. Sticking to my schedule had removed from experiencing the magic of New York - connecting with the people.

I settled in and began to read the paper, something I was unable to do while driving, when I was forced into action as a young man, with a large oak paddle, tried to sit in the contaminated seat.

“Don’t sit. Look! There’s dirt,” I warned.

The paddler smiled, but I had no time to acknowledge his thanks for I was warning another passenger. My euphoria for the loving citizens of New York faded as I realized my knightly neighbor’s gift of a seat was not strictly chivalrous. By taking the seat, I had unwittingly accepted a new responsibility. It was now up to me to explain to passengers that the empty space, which looked so good from afar, was really a mirage. I very easily could have returned to reading my paper and never uttered a word of caution again. However, I could not accept that I was a person who would knowingly allow someone to sit in grime. Even though I yearned for the carefree days of driving solo in my own car lost in my thoughts, I felt compelled to carry on.

As new passengers boarded the bus at Second Avenue, I prepared to alert all potential sitters to danger. A man in his sixties, carrying several arrangements of flowers that I assumed were for delivery, headed straight for the empty seat. My warning was met with a look of doubt. He removed his glove, ran his right index finger over the mystery droppings and rolled the residue between his fingers.

“It’s greasy,” he announced, giving the final word on the state of the seat.

All the surrounding passengers nodded in agreement. His desire to sit seemed so great that I offered him my seat. He immediately declined and it became clear that he was not interested in taking any on any more responsibility.

My involvement with the dirty seat came to an end as I prepared to exit at Seventh Avenue. A previously warned man, holding a McDonald’s bag, took my seat and carefully laid out
napkins over the offensive area. Once again, the torch had been passed and perhaps through the innovation of the napkin coverlet the dirty seat saga would come to an end. I left the bus relieved that there were no victims on my watch.

As I got off the bus and headed to the 2/3, I was relieved that underneath my gas-guzzling exterior I was still community minded. I passed through the turnstiles and hurried down the stairs to the uptown train. All the transfers were an inconvenient truth to my reality, but driving all the time cost me more than the tolls and taxes. It kept me from experiencing the true New York moments that kept this city from becoming just another strip mall. Though I knew I wasn’t about to give up my precious Mini, the environment, my wallet and my sense of humor had given me all the reasons to shift to a more responsible way of getting around.

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Rock rock rockaway beach

nobody@vox.com(Googs) — Sat, 05 Apr 2008 14:10:34 -0400

It's not hard, not far to reach we can hitch a ride to Rockaway Beach

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Back on the beach!

nobody@vox.com(Googs) — Sat, 05 Apr 2008 13:58:07 -0400

Back on the beach!

My Feet Are Frozen!

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