It’s Inauguration Day! I am such a sucker for pomp and circumstance and tradition and democracy and America! My goodness. How wonderful and great (however, I was a little disappointed to learn yesterday that Barack Obama was already sworn-in to office, but we can’t have everything all the time).
If you watched the Inauguration ceremony, you’re probably sitting at home right now toasting your forefathers and the framers of the Constitution. I am too. If you didn’t get to watch the Inauguration (probably because your company doesn’t support Martin Luther King, Jr., which is terrible), then I have my list of the top moments. Read this, and you’ll be able to join in all the intellectual conversations people start with you today. You’re welcome.
Editor’s Note: Hurricane Sandy has come and gone, and boy, did she leave a wake. Many parts of New York and Long Island are devastated by this unprecedented storm, but the truth of the matter is, it could have been much worse. In my opinion, the first responders, the government officials, and people of these areas did an amazing job getting through this storm, and I applaud them for their resilience.
Our friends at Douglas Elliman reached out this week to provide some helpful tips for getting back to normalcy after the storm. I wanted to help them share these tips with you. I hope they are some help to anyone starting to rebuild.
If anything, this event has only made me love New York more.
Recovering From Sandy
In response to the recent devastation caused by Hurricane Sandy, it’s important that apartment and condo owners living in the New York City, New Jersey and coastal areas of the upper northeast approach the many stages of recovery in the correct manner.
Governor Mitt Romney and President Barack Obama. Source: AP
So the last time we did this, I just about died. But why not do it again. If the nation needs me, I’ll heed the call!
I should preface everything by saying that Town Hall-style debates scare the bejesus out of me. They are the most awkward, most unpredictable kind of debate their can be, and I’ll most likely be watching with my hands covering my face.
Bristol Palin just went home on Dancing with the Stars, so the Republicans should start the night down a point. But Obama made Hilary take the fall for Benghazi, so maybe we’ll call it even.
Now, after a few words from George Steph, we’ll get going…
Alright, guys. We’re going to try a little experiment tonight. Live blogging the presidential debate. This is definitely going to be a challenge, 1) because I might not understand what’s going on. It’s not like I’m live blogging DWTS. 2) I cringe every time Mitt Romney speaks. 3) Sometimes I feel like Barack Obama needs to be smacked in the face.
So Jim Lehrer is out, giving us all the rules. Tonight we’re talking about the economy, health care, and the role of government. The audience has to be silent, which is pretty much the worst kind of debate audience. Also, I feel like I’m watching the live episode of West Wing.
The candidates just shook hands, and I’m pretty sure the President just said “I’m gonna eff you up,” and Romney just laughed awkwardly. Ugh, this is already horrible.
Photo courtesy of the New York Times.
Today’s news that I’ll Have Another was scratched from Saturday’s Belmont Stakes was devastating to me. Every year I get so excited that it might be the year I’ll see a horse win the Triple Crown. And every year I’m disappointed. I mean, clearly I should be upset that this poor horse is suffering with some kind of tendonitis in his leg. And I am. But I’m also selfish and there are things that I want, nay need, to see happen in my lifetime.
Manhattanhenge 2011. Photo courtesy of Gothamist.
So I’ve never experienced this before, but I think it will be pretty cool.
If you’re in New York City tonight at sunset, watch as “the setting Sun aligns precisely with the Manhattan street grid, creating a radiant glow of light across Manhattan’s brick and steel canyons,” according to Hayden Planetarium. This phenomenon, known to us as Mahattanhenge, is kind of like Stonehenge in the U.K., where the “Sun rises in perfect alignment with several of the stones, signaling the change of season.” Except, you know, I’m pretty sure ours is a fluke.
And just in case I’m eventually arrested, I want to make sure my side of the story is heard.
So Audrey and I were innocently discussing the new Pizza Hut Crown Crust pizza via gchat on Wednesday. While not discussing matters of national security, we’re usually talking about other really important things, like Crown Crust pizza, Mark Titus, weaves, the Mighty Ducks movie franchise, Whitney Houston and Keurig coffee makers. We talked about all of these things Wednesday, in fact. Anyway, Crown Crust pizza was the second most disgusting thing I had heard of this week, and I decided to tell Audrey all about the first most disgusting thing:
Just another day at the office, people.
In every effort to bring you hard-hitting, groundbreaking political news, we once again had our roving reporter on the ground this primary season. Super-Tuesdaying it all over the southern states, she left no stone unturned, she asked the tough questions, and she ate a lot of BBQ.
There is no question that when the Republican Party finally decides who their candidate will be, you’ll tell all your friends you read about it right here. And by “right here” we mean “somewhere else.” And here we go again…
Editor’s Note: I didn’t want to get into this. I try to keep the blog light and funny and only somewhat demented at times. But I’ve become pretty much infuriated by this entire issue. So here I am.
Two weeks ago, a woman named Sandra Fluke testified on Capitol Hill to the need for women’s contraception to be covered by health insurance. After being snubbed on the first attempt to speak at a hearing (a hearing that, after she was denied the chance to speak, only included testimony from men), Fluke came back and told her tale to members of Congress. And then Rush Limbaugh called her a slut. And you all know the fallout from that.