tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-315578472024-03-07T19:45:44.823-05:00Greetings From Suburbia!!!Random Thoughts On RandomnessMichael Liebowitzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08307651418701337117noreply@blogger.comBlogger180125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31557847.post-23100773670816974402012-06-21T16:40:00.000-04:002012-06-21T16:40:03.372-04:00Are You Still Out There?
Yeah, something like that.
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Greetings, tenacious fans of my blog. There are a number of reasons why I haven't written anything in awhile, but enough about me. Check out my new blog: Dad, Not Daddy.
There are tons of "mommy bloggers" out there. Probably a similar amount of "daddy bloggers." One thing I've noticed is that no one seems to have Michael Liebowitzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08307651418701337117noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31557847.post-27397577509659242602012-03-30T16:04:00.001-04:002012-03-30T16:07:35.795-04:00It's Not Cute When A Kid Can't Spell!I have a bunch of ideas for future blogs but so far, they remain just ideas. I get some inspiration from this guy, though. Enjoy. I'll be back with new blogs...eventually.Michael Liebowitzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08307651418701337117noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31557847.post-78645697181423491352012-02-21T14:14:00.000-05:002012-02-21T14:19:14.133-05:00The Breaking Point, or So What Do I Do Now?<!--StartFragment-->
There’s an old joke about a religious woman caught
in a flood. The river keeps rising
to the point that the woman is forced to seek refuge on the roof of her small
home. She looks to the sky,
clutches her Bible, and says, “oh Lord, if you could see it in your limitless
benevolence to show mercy to an old woman like myself, I’d be eternally
grateful.” In Michael Liebowitzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08307651418701337117noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31557847.post-81654595243749394012011-12-03T19:07:00.001-05:002011-12-03T19:25:25.688-05:00
The holidays are here again, bringing in all sorts of annual traditions. There's the house down the road with way too many lights. The physical assaults at WalMart on Black Friday. The traffic that keeps me stuck on busses for hours at a time. But it's not all bad, for no matter your religion, occupation, social standing, or political affiliation (well, maybe not that last one), there's one Michael Liebowitzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08307651418701337117noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31557847.post-27721370769450588872011-11-13T20:09:00.001-05:002011-11-13T20:54:49.150-05:00Search At Your Own Risk, or, You Call That A Manatee?My daughter is working on a report for school on the manatee. She loves to draw but she also wants real pictures so I introduced her to the wonders of Google Images. She types "manatee" and Google's recognition software gives her a bunch of options, including "manatees kissing." She thinks this is a riot and clicks on it. Sure enough, the screen fills with photographs and Michael Liebowitzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08307651418701337117noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31557847.post-67618967489371282382011-11-05T15:56:00.002-04:002011-11-05T15:56:46.662-04:00Sour Grapes, or, No I don't Have The Receipt
Many of us have had to deal with professional photographers at some point in our lives. These equipment-laden professionals are as necessary as a heart-shaped ice sculpture at a wedding (or an angry relative at a Bar Mitzvah), despite the proliferation of digital cameras employed by every guest in attendance. For the most part, they do an excellent job but every once in awhile, we hear a Michael Liebowitzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08307651418701337117noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31557847.post-82283783620990602442011-11-03T15:55:00.000-04:002011-11-03T15:55:13.799-04:00No Thanks, I'll Stand, or, Welcome to My PsychosisThis morning was just like every other weekday morning, with the requisite trip to the parking lot and the slow walk to the bus platform. There was a bus idling there already but I wasn't about to run for it. Running would mean stopping when I boarded. Stopping when I boarded would mean perspiration dripping off my forehead and soaking into my shirt through the t-shirt underneath. Plus, I dread Michael Liebowitzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08307651418701337117noreply@blogger.com0Wayne/Route 23 Park and Ride, Wayne, NJ, USA40.9253763 -74.27653680000003140.859780300000004 -74.323359300000035 40.9909723 -74.229714300000026tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31557847.post-57272747119538477812011-08-25T09:56:00.000-04:002011-08-25T09:56:07.204-04:00Social Networking is Killing Nostalgia!Too dramatic?
Last month, I wrote about my high school reunion and how all the social media we use to connect with old friends has taken away any of the dread excitement we felt about seeing them after so many years.
I recently came across this blog post by Jason Miller, a Michigan rabbi who blogs about pop culture and current events through a Jewish perspective. It's a pretty Michael Liebowitzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08307651418701337117noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31557847.post-91589487770555442752011-07-30T16:57:00.000-04:002011-07-30T16:57:07.568-04:00I've Loved These Days
I thought I'd recognize
more of my old classmates
The e-mail promoting my high school's 25-year reunion went out awhile ago so I had plenty of time to get used to the idea. It's not so much the reunion part, but the 25 years. 25 years. That's the kind of number you say over and over, as if it'll somehow get easier to comprehend with repetition the same way words lose their Michael Liebowitzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08307651418701337117noreply@blogger.com0Port Jefferson Station, NY, USA40.9253764 -73.04732839999996940.911848899999995 -73.079685399999974 40.9389039 -73.014971399999965tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31557847.post-30557348543237725552011-07-19T16:05:00.001-04:002011-07-19T16:07:43.602-04:00A Gratuitous Look At The McCartney ConcertI finally got to see Paul McCartney in concert last Saturday. He's one of those guys I've always wanted to see live and I thought I'd never have the chance. Then he started touring constantly so it became a little easier. It's been awhile since my last concert. A combination of poor selections and super high prices have kept me away. Plus, I'm cheap.
Sir Paul Michael Liebowitzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08307651418701337117noreply@blogger.com0Yankee Stadium, Bronx, NY 10452, USA40.829189199999988 -73.9264926000000178.25260819999999 -133.69211760000002 73.405770199999978 -14.160867600000017tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31557847.post-17510560998421462862011-07-11T10:07:00.000-04:002011-07-11T10:07:25.484-04:00I Kill Me
"Everyone knows that comedy
is the lowest form of entertainment."
Another unforseen wrinkle in my world of unemployment is the loss of my audience. I used to work with people who found me at least mildly amusing so I could rely on a good laugh at one of my "jokes." Maybe a guffaw at the very least. Fortunately, I still have one built-in audience who will laugh at pretty much Michael Liebowitzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08307651418701337117noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31557847.post-84786372609578765622011-07-06T13:00:00.001-04:002011-07-06T13:00:38.263-04:00Smile!One of the most photographed things in Manhattan is the main entrance to the New York Public Library. Considering the amount of time I've been spending in there lately, I wonder in how many of those photos I've ended up. - Posted using BlogPress from my iPhoneLocation:5th Ave,,United StatesMichael Liebowitzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08307651418701337117noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31557847.post-17138167447079415282011-07-05T11:32:00.001-04:002011-07-05T11:38:55.096-04:00A Post About Punctuation!!Aimee Lee Ball wrote a great column in last Sunday's New York Times discussing how e-mail has changed the way we communicate with each other. It's not the first column to do this, but this one talked about the use of the dreaded exclamation point. As far back as 1895, Mark Twain chastised any writer who used them and stated that their use "...is very depressing, and makes one Michael Liebowitzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08307651418701337117noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31557847.post-79801003524922292952011-07-01T15:04:00.000-04:002011-07-01T15:04:05.215-04:00Nothing To See Here!Another holiday is upon us and that means fun, sun, bugs, BBQ and, for many of us, traffic. Being in the New York area, I've experienced many traffic jams. They come in all shapes and sizes but they all have one thing in common.
Morons.
Speed trap moron. Fig. 1
Construction? Usually morons who wait to merge until he last second.
The "Exit Only" lane? Morons who can't Michael Liebowitzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08307651418701337117noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31557847.post-61045734929448783892011-06-30T22:46:00.000-04:002011-06-30T22:46:16.541-04:00What Would Woody Say?
"Gee that was a swell sandwich!"
When I think about it, today's lunch was probably just...wrong.
When it comes to meals, I'm really unimaginative. Or lazy. Most food decisions are made standing in front of an open fridge or pantry or something. Today, I spotted some corned beef in the freezer. I remember tossing it in there because the pastrami went bad about 20 Michael Liebowitzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08307651418701337117noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31557847.post-77023867789498522592011-06-02T14:53:00.001-04:002011-06-02T14:53:18.336-04:00The Other HalfI used to wonder what It was like being a tourist in NYC. I once mused that I'd never experience the kind of wonder and awe a first-time visitor to the city must feel when they stand at 46th and Broadway and get hit with a sensory overload of the chaos that is the "Crossroads of America." Unemployment has brought me some unwanted extra time on my hands. I'm a slave to the schedules of employed Michael Liebowitzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08307651418701337117noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31557847.post-59800549262639260862011-05-04T17:52:00.000-04:002011-05-04T17:52:41.978-04:00Awkwaaaaaaarrrrrrd!It's time once again to jockey for position at the local Hallmark store and purchase Mother's Day Cards. The fact that there are still a few days to go and I've bought everything I need (I hope) means I'm ahead of the game for a change.
Hallmark knows that the definition of a "family" varies a lot these days and they definitely make it easy by having a ridiculous number of categories. &Michael Liebowitzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08307651418701337117noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31557847.post-1562184504168633542011-05-02T16:49:00.000-04:002011-05-02T16:49:58.031-04:00Playboy GeographicSo I'm sitting in a doctor's office, thumbing through a copy of National Geographic, and it occurs to me that National Geographic is the perfect magazine for a doctor's waiting room. It's not exactly topical so you can have really old issues lying there and it wouldn't make a difference. Unlike the Sports Illustrated issue predicting the outcome of the NHL season (I forgot to check who they Michael Liebowitzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08307651418701337117noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31557847.post-52838095083363184792011-04-29T23:37:00.000-04:002011-04-29T23:37:07.281-04:00What's Your Favorite Movie? Part 2Part 1 of this self-serving blog entry brought a few comments, though not as many as I would have hoped. Also, I wrote it 2 weeks ago. Hey, not everyone has something to say. Or maybe not many people are reading my stuff. I'm going to lean towards the former and plow ahead with part two. Now where was I?
N is for North By Northwest (1959)
While A Night at the Opera is a great comedy, as are Michael Liebowitzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08307651418701337117noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31557847.post-45854069019933089882011-04-15T17:29:00.000-04:002011-04-15T17:29:01.533-04:00What's Your Favorite Movie? Part 1I’ve seen this in a number of places—lists of some random guy’s favorite something or other—in numerical order, chronological order, whatever. Movies are a popular subject and it’s pretty interesting to see which movies most people like. I read one the other day by some guy who did an alphabetical list of his favorite foreign films. Twenty-six movies I’d never heard of.
Michael Liebowitzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08307651418701337117noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31557847.post-60158148766587657672011-04-13T00:59:00.000-04:002011-04-13T00:59:31.328-04:00Play Ball (right after these ceremonial announcements)A brave version of "The Star Spangled Banner" crackled through the outfield speakers, signifying one thing: the next American Idol will not be from Montville Township. But it also signifies the official beginning of baseball season here in my own little corner of suburbia.
I don't know when Little League season became an occasion of pomp and pageantry. In the suburbia of my youth, Little LeagueMichael Liebowitzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08307651418701337117noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31557847.post-73663938023774670612011-03-07T18:30:00.000-05:002011-03-07T18:30:07.743-05:00A Friend Is A Friend. A Facebook Friend Is...?A recent article in The Huffington Post discussed why you should never explain, defend or justify. It caught my eye because I find myself doing this a lot in an effort to make sure everyone understands me and doesn't think something which I perceive to be incorrect. I try to practice what this article preaches and yet find myself doing it more often than I'd like.
Like now, for Michael Liebowitzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08307651418701337117noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31557847.post-1020787987343063562011-02-27T23:58:00.000-05:002011-02-27T23:58:24.413-05:00When Did Music Start Sucking?<!--StartFragment-->
More than 30 years ago, I stood in a record store in Florida with my grandfather, who told me I could get whichever album I wanted. Back in 1977, the choice was easy: KISS Alive II. I was a KISS fan, it was a double album, and it had this great shot of a bloody-faced Gene Simmons on the cover.
Sadly, it was that very picture that made my mother forbid me from Michael Liebowitzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08307651418701337117noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31557847.post-44619996049174273622011-02-12T19:33:00.001-05:002011-02-12T19:33:00.741-05:00DoneI gotta use the can. This photo was a bad idea. - Posted using BlogPress from my iPhoneLocation:Boca Raton,United StatesMichael Liebowitzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08307651418701337117noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31557847.post-69103002002666148942011-02-12T18:22:00.001-05:002011-02-12T18:22:49.122-05:00SunsetOooh......- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhoneLocation:Brazil Ct,Fort Pierce,United StatesMichael Liebowitzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08307651418701337117noreply@blogger.com0