I've been a night person all my life and this is the first time anyone's appreciated it! I was born in Philadelphia and lived many years in the Baltimore area. I've loved radio since I was a kid and consider myself extremely lucky to do it for a living. I'm a 2002 graduate of the DC campus of the Connecticut School of Broadcasting, I'm a writer, musician and cartoonist in my free time. And I'm a huge fan of the Philadelphia Phillies, Eagles, Flyers and Sixers as well as the Maryland Terrapins.
I have the secret of life. Not many know it, but here it is: ramen.
Hear me out.
It's curly noodles. How awesome is that? When I'm eating ramen the world falls away. How could it not? My concentration is laser focused as I curl the noodles around my fork. I don't use chopsticks. I never learned how. However it is on my bucket list.
Even the art of preperation is an amazing thing. You take this block of dried foodstuffs, drop it into boiling water, and wait. Before long the block breaks up, the individual noodles separate, and before your very eyes they soften up. In two to three minutes you have a full blown meal. It's simple, I'll admit, but powerful..
A lot of people talk about needing coffee to wake up in the morning. I have a confession to make: I don't wake up in the morning. I usually get up around noon. I mean, I do the night shift, you know? So I get home much later at night than most of the nine-to-fivers out there. You second and third shift folks know what I'm talking about.
Still, coffee helps. It's a funny thing, how we train our bodies to adapt to whatever schedule our lives dictate. Over the years I've had to get up pretty early in the morning at times, and certainly that caffiene jolt helps. But even now, getting out of bed in the early afternoon goes much smoother when I've had that cup (or three).
It's funny; when I was a kid I didn't understand that scene in Airplane when the passengers revolt when the flight attendant tells them they're out of coffee. Now I totally get it. Cheers.
I'm not from the south, and I've never been able to get behind sweet tea. I'm not knocking it, it's just not my cup of tea (pun totally intended). As I've mentioned in this space numerous times, I like Arnold Palmer. For those unfamiliar, that's a 50/50 mixture of iced tea and lemonade. The name comes from the golfer Arnold Palmer, who was known to drink it frequently and who popularized it nationally.
Now, if you're not fortunate enough to have a cafeteria in your workplace with side-by-side iced tea and lemonade coolers, try this recipe for a quick & dirty Arnold Palmer in a single serving.
Brew one cup of black tea. Add one tablespoon of sugar and two tablespoons of lemon juice. And you're good to go. It's easy. Or else do what I do: get the flavor packets. The ones that each make two quarts. Use one iced tea and one lemonade in a gallon pitcher. The problem is I drink so much of it that a gallon only lasts me two days. However you do it, enjoy. If you've never tried an Arnold Palmer, I can't recommend it enough. It's good stuff.
On the Odd News File I've talked about 911 misuse and the chaos that usually ensues when someone calls 911 for the wrong reasons. These reasons include but are not limited to:
1. Incorrect fast food order (this one comes up a lot)
2. Someone stole their stolen property
3. Ripped off in some other type of illegial transaction
These are not emergencies. And anyone who calls 911 about them is only going to bring trouble on themselves. On top of it, diversion of emergency personnel towards frivolous ends means resources will be unavailable in the event of actual emergencies, such as fires, auto accidents, assaults and other street crimes, and natural disasters. Now, I know you would never do any of these things...obviously you're a person of high intellect and taste, which is why you're reading this blog entry. But if you ever encounter anyone who seems to be about to use the 911 system for purposes it was not intended, speak up. Remember, the police and fire department have non-emergency numbers. Use those instead. I say these things because I care. Also it's getting pretty monotnous for me to read these stories about 911 misuse every night. And for fast food!!! Really? I went through the drive up lane at a fast food restaurant last week, and they made a mistake in my order. Forgot my fries. So I backed up my car (after checking there was nobody behind me) and told the man in the window they hadn't given me my fries. He got my fries and handed them over. I drove off. How easy is that? It's not an emergency, you know? There is no need to dial 911 in that situation.
Again, I'm not trying to lecture you. I know you know this. But spread the word, because it's pretty clear from the amount of stories of this type that we're seeing that some people have no clue.
It's almost like spring, which I guess makes sense because it's almost spring. Is everybody with me? All right then. As I type this, it is 10pm on March 11. Normally at this time of year the average temperature is around 40 degrees. At this moment it's almost 60. Listen, I'm not complaining. I hope it goes on and on. It's been a too-long winter and I am more than over it. I've complained here before that I think it's dumb that the calendar matches up the beginning of the seasons with the solstice and equinox. I realize that's not changing anytime soon, and so I must live with it. But I still think it's dumb. But I digress.
For whatever reason, this winter has been long and tough. And cold. Like, really cold. Colder than usual, snowier than usual, and just plain winterier than usual. And I for one am not a fan. But this here now is nice. It's probably temporary. Most years we'll get a spate of warm weather before the final cold snap before spring begins for real. I'm prepared for this. I just want to get it over with, be done with this winter for good. And as an added bonus, once winter is really over, I'll stop whining about winter. So win.
March has marched in...? Sorry, weak metaphor. But quite true. And the arrival of March means baseball will soon return. Right now spring training is in full swing, and that means exhibition games. And those are great. But they're only an appetizer signaling that soon the season will be starting, and I'll tell you what: I look forward to that as soon as the World Series is over.
See, I love baseball. Really. Pro football may be the biggest spectator sport in the United States these days, but baseball will always be my favorite. It may no longer be the national pastime, but I'll always love it. Being from Philadelphia, I'm a diehard Phillies fan. But I'll watch just about any game I can find on TV during the summer (even the endless Yankees/Red Sox series and even [yech] the Mets.) And of course baseball season rolls all the way through the summer, which is my favorite season (by far). So I like this time of year, and for those who read this blog with any regularity it means something else: I won't be complaining about the weather anymore! So I'd call that an all around win! Cheers.
It's March. Isn't that supposed to be spring? And I don't mean according to the calendar. The calendar says spring starts on the 20th, but I think that's stupid. In most other developed nations, they count the seasons in full months. So as far as I'm concerned it's spring now. And it's still too cold. This has been the worst winter ever. And it's also bad for hyperbole. But I'm over it. Totally, 100% over it. OVER. IT. That is all.