Well, THAT was a surprise. On Sunday at about noon (well, not, as you will see), after having been up and about since what I thought was 4:30AM, I discovered all the clocks in the house were wrong. I hadn't noticed the time on the computer, which updates itself, so when I tuned in to one of the morning political chats on television, the program wasn't there yet.
The Daylight Savings Time change snuck up on me. It's a good thing I didn't have an appointment Sunday morning. Not so good that I woke up at what was 3:30AM. Even for me, that's an abominable time to awaken, something that probably won't change for the week or ten days it will take the cat and me to adjust our internal clocks.
The Sunday New York Times
Following a week of intense immersion in computer technology and not much else, I luxuriated Sunday in a leisurely reading of The New York Times which, aside from hard news, is filled with fascinating ephemera.
My favorite of the day relates to the running yesterday of the annual New York City Marathon. One morning last week, reports Andy Newman, he set out with his dog Barnaby to walk his own “Block-a-thon” – 26.2 miles achieved by circling his block in Park Slope, Brooklyn 76.4 times while taking notes on neighborhood activities. Barnaby dropped out at lap number 22. Andy stopped for a pedicure during lap 53.
It's a delightful read with a funny ending. Please don't cheat and read ahead. It's better if you read the whole thing.
From an Op-Ed contributor comes this startling piece of information about health insurance. Not that anyone couldn't have guessed it is so, but the high number is astonishing:
“A survey by the Commonwealth Fund found that 73 percent of the adults who tried to buy insurance on the open market over a three-year period never bought a plan — because they could not afford it, could not find a plan that met their needs, or were turned down.”
Over the past several years, as newspapers have cut staff, then cut more staff and more, I've noticed that standards are dropping everywhere, but it is particularly jarring in The New York Times. This error, that even a 6th grader should know better than, left me wondering if music section writers are given a pass on grammar:
“The move is temporary — probably — but it’s emblematic of the changes in his life in the last few years: from wild-living rock star to steady artist and mindful family man, with he and his wife, Juliet, expecting their first child.”
EARLY MORNING UPDATE
Regular readers know Saul Friedman from his twice-monthly Reflections column here and perhaps too from his weekly Gray Matters column in Newsday. This morning, The New York Times notes his departure from Newsday after 12 years and the move of his Gray Matters column to Time Goes By.
Watch for more information here on Friday and Saul's first Gray Matters column next Saturday.
Like me yesterday, Alan Ginocchio, who blogs at The Cyberspace Dawdler, was perusing his Sunday paper, the Arkansas Democrat Gazette. He sent along this letter to the editor. I am at a loss for a comment. It is headlined, “Target Workers in Their 50s.”
Alan says he read it several times in disbelief (as I did too) and wondered if he is “suffering from a reading disorder.” If the writer, Elizabeth Newman of Fayetteville, is serious, I'm surprised it was published. If it was meant to be funny, it misses by several country miles. I don't know what to make of it. What do you think?
At The Elder Storytelling Place today, Lyn Burnstine: Landscapes