Friday, March 30, 2007

Groucho Makes Me Laugh

Guillaume sent these to me. Here's to a Friday laugh!
  • A child of five would understand this. Send someone to fetch a child of five.
  • Age is not a particularly interesting subject. Anyone can get old. All you have to do is live long enough.
  • Either this man is dead or my watch has stopped.
  • From the moment I picked up your book until I laid it down, I was convulsed with laughter. Some day I intend reading it.
  • Go, and never darken my towels again.
  • I could dance with you until the cows come home. On second thought I'd rather dance with the cows until you come home.
  • I find television very educating. Every time somebody turns on the set, I go into the other room and read a book.
  • I never forget a face, but in your case I'll be glad to make an exception.
  • I've had a perfectly wonderful evening. But this wasn't it.
  • It isn't necessary to have relatives in Kansas City in order to be unhappy.
  • Military intelligence is a contradiction in terms.
  • Military justice is to justice what military music is to music.
  • Money frees you from doing things you dislike. Since I dislike doing nearly everything, money is handy.
  • My mother loved children -- she would have given anything if I had been one.
  • Outside of a dog, a book is man's best friend. Inside of a dog it's too dark to read.
  • She got her looks from her father. He's a plastic surgeon.
  • Those are my principles, and if you don't like them... well, I have others.
  • Time flies like an arrow. Fruit flies like a banana.
  • Women should be obscene and not heard.
  • I don't have a photograph, but you can have my footprints. They're upstairs in my socks.
UPDATE: I should have mentioned that it was Pax who got me going on the Groucho! I always would laugh when I'd see a Duck Soup picture on Young Pax's Dad's blog.


Thursday, March 29, 2007

Denver: A View from My Window

Here's a snapshot from my room on the 12th floor of the Westin in Denver. Not bad, huh?


Sunday, March 25, 2007

Real Cloud Rabbit

Check out Moni's cloud rabbit. I mean, honest to goodness, it's the real thing. Cool. I posted it on Digg if you want to trhow some fun traffic Moni's way.

Have you seen Incredible. This guys is wearing a camera 247. For everything. It’s amazing. He writes:
I am broadcasting live video of my life 24/7 to the internet. I started because I thought it would awesome for people to see what it was like to be Justin.
I convinced three of my friends (Emmett, Michael, and Kyle) to join me out in San Francisco. Now, we’re starting a company to make broadcasting live video on the web easy.

Thanks for watching Let me know what you like and don’t like about the show; I hope to hear from you soon!
People are saying this is the “next big thing.” Wow.

There are all kinds of forums. And since Albert is the sticker photog of record, I thought he’d like this: “Have you seen a sticker on the street, a building, or attached to a person? Snap a photo and post it here.”


Time for a Change? Whatcha Think?

This is a blog post about blogging. Please feel free to get back to Twittering, or your regularly scheduled programming.

I've used Blogger since iFlipFlop's inception. And from time-to-time I've threatened to move off this platform. It's very limiting. And guess what? By moving to Blogger Beta I've now locked myself out of an easy transfer to Wordpress. (Google, from what I can read, screwed the pooch on making it easy to get away from their shakey service. BTW: I'm, for the most part, a Google lover. I'm just not a Blogger lover.)

So, I'm undeterred. I've been playing around with a new Wordpress layout for iFlipFlop. It's here. I'd be interested to hear what you think. It's springtime, and it's time for a change.

Saturday, March 24, 2007

More Vocabulary and Perceptual Accentuation

A few weeks ago I wrote about a word that somehow had escaped me for all these years: portcullis. Now I can't get away from it. Last night at Spamalot I opened the Playbill and what did I see as the setting for the first act? The Mighty Portcullis. It's everywhere. As Lady Jan Brady of Bunchwick would say: Portcullis, Portcullis, Portcullis!

So what a shock it is that I learned ANOTHER vocabulary word this week: Idempotent. No, it's not what Bob Dole said after he took the little blue pill. Here's what Wikipedia says it is:
In mathematics, the concept of idempotence (IPA: [ˈaɪdɪmpoʊtəns]), which roughly means that some operation yields the same result whether it is done only once or several times, occurs in several places in abstract algebra, in particular in the theory of projectors and of closure operators.

So, how does a word like "idempotent" come up in everyday speech? Well, we were talking about a voting process on a cool little Twitter app we're building and the subject of vote loading came up. And Charlie, the guy who stopped cars from squishing me on the streets of Philadelphia, says, "We can make the input idempotent." I just gave him my best Forrest Gump staredown. "Idempotent, Lieutenant Dan?"

"If we make the votes idemopotent then we can make a single nomination matter only once. No ballot stuffing," said Charlie Newton Einstein Feynman Hawking the 23rd. Then he sent me the Wiki link. I'm going to have to get serious about studying my Latin declination tables, because stupid is as stupid does. Impotent, idempotent, omnipotent. Or something like that.

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Thursday, March 22, 2007

Charlie Saved My Life Today: Or, How I Ended Up Ass Over Tea Kettle on Spruce Street at 8:30 AM

That's not me. But it might as well be. One half of me is bruised and bloodied. The other half is just sore.

Things Happen in an Instant
The day started out with such promise. The weatherman said it would be 66 degrees today in Philadelphia. The winds were light. I just got a new bicycle helmet yesterday and Charlie and I were going to head to Manayunk on our bicycles. But flotsam and jetsam were between me and Spruce Street.

There's very little evidence that we had the worst ice storm in Philadelphia history last Friday. There's a little pile of dirty snow here and there, mostly in the shadows and alleyways. But there's ample evidence of the effluvial flow of a winter's worth of dirt and grit and composted leaves. That black and gritty goo is in the gutters of Spruce Street, and nearly every other street in the city. That shit is slippery.

Rolling Into The Ooze
I mounted up and snapped my cleat into my left LOOK pedal. I was locked in. Then I scooted my bike between parked cars on Spruce Street, waited until the traffic generally cleared -- although it's a very busy street in the morning -- jumped in the saddle, peddled 1.5 revolutions, and realized that gravity and slime are not my friends.

The acceleration due to gravity is 9.8m/sec/sec. It felt more like 10. One second I was clipped into both my pedals and the next second I was ass over tea kettle in the middle of Spruce Street. Now, the sight of my round ass greased on one side with black ooze and grit is funny -- hell, I could have been an instant YouTube star if anyone would have had a camera. (DUMBASS HITS THE PAVEMENT - HILARITY ENSUES AS HE TRIES TO UNCLIP FROM HIS BIKE AND GET OFF HIS MUDDY BACK). But it wasn't all that funny at that moment.

Charlie Jumps in Front of Moving Cars and Saves My Pathetic Ass
Friggin' cars were zooming my direction, and I was flat on the ground kicking away from my bike, twitching my legs like a dead daddy long legs. And I would have been just a dead daddy if Charlie hadn't jumped in front of the cars barreling down the road. He blocked for me while I finally got unclipped, righted myself, and let the pain wash in with the mortification. Hell, I had an audience across the street at Rittenhouse Market. Because although Spruce Street is busy at that time, the grocery store isn't. So the majority of the crew over there saw me do my ass plant in the street.

Picking Gravel Out of My Hand
I am one walking bruise. I got a lot of gravel ground into the heel of my hand (which Sarah, with all kinds of compassion and certain hint of "Gee, this is kind of fun to see Frankie suck wind,"plucked out of my hand with the world's dullest but most painful tweezers). I have a gnarly strawberry on my kneecap. I have a lump on my hip and a monkey bump on my wrist. If my wrist doesn't get better by tomorrow I'm going to have it x-rayed, because I don't think that lump is supposed to be there like doesn't match the other side and simply hurts like hell.

Oh, my tire popped, too. So, in addition to all the cuts and bruises, plus a bruised ego, my dang front tire went flat. Charlie, who just seconds earlier had thrown himself in front of me still wanted to ride. "We can use my pump at home," he said. So, we walked down there and pumped up my tire.

I Want to Get This on Film
I was a little timid on the first part of the ride. There was a lot of salt crystals on the bike path, and when we rounded the Water Works, Charlie said, "You can take the lead." I said, "Why, I'm not going that fast." And he said, "Well, I want to see when you fall. I'm going to make a movie this time!"

Well, I didn't fall anymore, but I was a little unstable. We rode to Manayunk. Had a coffee at La Colombe. Went a little ways up the Manayunk Wall. Fixed another flat that I had. And rolled back to the office.

I'm Funny? I'm Funny? What, I Amuse You? What Do You Mean I'm Funny?
When I was pulling up to our office stairs, a guy from Rittenhouse Market was walking up Spruce Street on our side. He said, "Are you alright?" I didn't know what he meant for a second. Sure, I was a little sweaty, but we'd been riding for an hour and a half. "We saw you fall over there," he said. "Everyone was standing there and my manager yelled 'Hey, he just fell off his bike in the street!'" Oh, great, I thought. It's not enough to be a cut up klutz, now I had an audience.

"Yeah, I'm fine," I said. "A little scraped and bruised. I'd just as soon not do that again."

I'm Going to Stay Vertical for a While
Staying upright is my plan for the rest of the season. Either that, or I'm going to buy a tricycle. Just my luck, though, I'll do an Artie Johnson on it just for everyone's amusement. But Charlie will be there to pick me. up.

It pays to have friends who will jump in front of moving traffic for you.

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Wednesday, March 21, 2007

Grand Canyon Skywalk

I would link to, but their website didn't work on the day when the first walk happened on it. The skywalk has a glass floor and is cantilevered out over the Grand Canyon, with a 4,000-foot drop to the bottom. With my bigtime acrophobia, I'd like to say I'd never walk on it. But the Imp of the Perverse propels me to want to see that thing and get that sick-in-the-pit-of-my-stomach feeling.

Mrs. iFlipFlop and the Youngest iFlipFlop are going to Arizona for Spring Break. I'm thinking they should go test it for me and get some real pictures, which have to be better than this artist's rendering.

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Tuesday, March 20, 2007

Isn't the Attorney General Supposed to Be Honest? Or at Least Not a Lying Scumbag?

Isn't the Attorney General of the United States supposed to uphold the laws of the U.S.? And not be one of the biggest liars on the planet? USA TODAY reports:
WASHINGTON — The White House announced today it will make political strategist Karl Rove, former White House counsel Harriet Miers and other officials available for interviews — but not under oath — by congressional committees probing the ouster of U.S. attorneys.
NOT UNDER OATH? WTF? I mean, the unmitigated gall of these people. Maybe the Senate should rendition Gonzalez and apply some of the interrogation techniques he gleefully applied to others. Bet that little bitch would be crying like a baby. And imagine that little piece of milquetoast, Karl Rove, he'd be pissing his Depends.

Dammit. Some things really make me mad.

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Monday, March 19, 2007

A Little Twitter Fame

Scott is a Twitterholic and ranked 72 worldwide right now. If you Twitter, you might want to add the man. Support your local Philadelphia Twitterholic. (And you'll find out fun things from Scott, who has one of the funniest slants on the world that you'll read in Twitterdom.) You can find Scott's Twitter link here.

BTW: Twitter has been down today. In case you're wondering what I'm doing, I'm watching the Jeopardy! episode with the first-ever triple co-champions.

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Sunday, March 18, 2007

Best Protest Sign Ever

Check out this protest sign from this past weekend at the White House. Beauty.

Saturday, March 17, 2007

Hey Sportracers, Ze Frank's Last Day is Today

Ze Frank's last post is today, Sportsracers. It's another really good one. Man, I don't know how he can walk away from The Show, but I really give him credit for sticking to his word.

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Friday, March 16, 2007

Pax Gets Adopted by Angelina Jolie

Our friend Pax is Angelina Jolie's new boy toy. His new name has been changed from Pax Romano to Pax Thien Jolie. I wonder if Whathisname agreed to sign the papers, or was this a Madonna-like "adoption"?


Thursday, March 15, 2007

Tired from Biking

We went on a 20-mile bike ride in Philadelphia yesterday. It was great getting out in the fresh air and working up a sweat. But after a few months out of the saddle, I need a recovery day or two. I've been tired all day today. Maybe it's the aniticipation that a N'oreaster is coming. Ugh...70 yesterday and the chance of a hail storm this weekend.

Um, none of those people on those bikes are me.

Tuesday, March 13, 2007

T-Shirt Blogs

It's t-shirt weather in Philadelphia! (Yay, spring!) I saw this list of t-shirt blogs on Fresh Arrival and thought it's time to start ordering. Only problem: I only wear black t-shirts. But other cool kids wear shirts with stuff on them...and that amuses me.
Tshirt Island

Monday, March 12, 2007

Stinky Cheese, Man

We had the World's. Stinkiest. Cheese. Ever. at work last week. I put in an order for Red Hawk at DiBruno Bros. and was super happy when they called to say my cheese was ready.

When I picked it up I asked the cheese monger how to store the part we didn't eat. She said, "I think you should just eat it."

Craig LeBan, food critic at The Inquirer, described Red Hawk this way:
This sticky, orange-rinded cheese captures the divine stink, that primal pungency, at once fearsome and seductive, that gives way to a stunningly rich triple cream, the musk of mushrooms and autumn leaves, and a transcendent tang that it is nearly impossible to stop eating.

Week-old baby diapers would be another description. Wet socks left to ferment in old tennis shoes would be another. I preferred to think of it as yeast and beer. (As Jeff Goldblum said in A Big Chill, "Who can get through the day without one or two juicy rationalizations?")

We ate the Red Hawk at work. Jess wasn't crazy about it, but she soldiered on and had a piece. I ate a bunch. But there still was half a wedge left. It went in the corner trash bin. We burned a hundred candles in the office for the rest of the afternoon. But, man, that stinky cheese was good.

99 Bottles of Beer on the Wall

Ever had trouble estimating how many brewskis you need for your beer bash? Wonder no more. The Kegulator helps you calculate what it would take to get you and your friends anything from "Buzzed" to "Hammered." I really don't need The Kegulator -- it's about two beers for me and I'm cooked.

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Thursday, March 08, 2007

Do You Twitter?

I am giving Twitter a test run. I originally thought it seemed liked one of the really dumb ideas. But it's kind of addicting. Short posts, no more that 160 characters long. And although you probably don't care if I'm getting ready to brush my teeth, there is some interesting information put out by my fellow Twits. Do you Twitter?

NB: Whoever figures out the sex angle on Twitter (real or fake) is going to be internet famous. Anyone out their channeling their inner Erica Jong? Maidy, maybe Twitter could be another outlet for your novel, 160 characters at a time.


Tuesday, March 06, 2007

Levis Copper Jeans

I might just have to go shopping for some Levi's Copper jeans. Since jeans are our work uniform at the House of iFlipFlop, these might just be the ticket. I just hope that the copper doesn't turn green after a while. I'll let you know. If you see a guy walking around in Philly with a pair of pants the color of the Statue of Liberty, well, then you'll know.

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Sunday, March 04, 2007

No More "Good Morning, Good Morning"

"Good morning, good morning, it's very nice to see you, I hope you've come to staaaaaaay."

That was the daily morning song of my father-in-law, Howard Mottet. That song is sadly silenced. Howard passed away yesterday after a lingering illness. That's Howard in the middle, surrounded by his wife of 50 years and his seven children. That was the same group that was with him when he took his last breath. He was a great man, and lucky to have such a great family around him.

The Day I Met the Life of the Party
Howard was definitely the life of the party in his day. The first time I met him he was dressed in a rain suit and dancing on a patio table on the balcony of a hotel. He'd enjoyed an Iowa football game and a little tailgating before the hellos were exchanged. But with Howard, it was always a big handshake and a look right in the eye. He was that kind of a guy.

Howard and Jo Ann, my in-laws, raised a family of seven kids, all of whom still call each other each week and keep in touch like they're all still back in Iowa. He was proudest of having his family around him. And rally around him they did.

A 0.01% Chance to Live..and He Did
Several years ago, the Christmas gathering of the entire clan -- some 38 strong -- was going to happen at our house. Howard turned up early and told us some startling news. "I have leukemia. Stage 4. The doctors say I have six months to live if I take treatment, and three months to live if i don't," he said. It wasn't a great Christmas, I'll say that. But Howard decided he was going to be the 0.01% chance.

He went to Mayo Clinic in Scottsdale, AZ, where they took his immunity down to zero. He was on his death bed for seven weeks. Seven kids, seven weeks. And each of his children spent a full week with him in succession at the hospital (along with Jo Ann, his wife, who did the entire tour). And he made it. Godammit, he made it. Cured. He used to go back to the Oncology Ward and visit with the doctors and nurses, who used to rub him like a touchstone, to show that what they did could work...and to celebrate Howard's will-to-live. That family spirit, and Howard's determination, was emblematic of all that he did. He lived life with joy and gusto.

The King of the White Elephants
When the 5-year mark came after his cancer treatment, they told him he didn't need to come back anymore. Amazing. And he kept on living. Just this Christmas, though, his health was declining. He had multiple things going wrong, none of which seemed to be about the cancer. He couldn't get up and about like the old days. But just like the man, he loved the gift exchange. Each year it would be a big event to see what White Elephant gift he would give and how it would be wrapped (the man knew how to get attention). This past Chistmas he disappeared during part of the exchange. And then we found out why...he had hidden clues all over the house...Funny clues. And lots of them. It was a scavenger hunt to get his present. And the payoff was precious. He just sat there and smiled.

Howard Gives Some Advice to Newlyweds
My favorite story of Howard had to do with his prodigious ability for public speaking. At the wedding rehearsal dinner of one of his granddaughters (my wife's niece), there was a succession of married people who stood up at the microphone and gave "advice for newly married couples." Howard, being married the longest, spoke last. What he said might shock you:
"Here's my advice for you kids. The wife should do everything. She should do the laundry. She should have a nice meal prepared for you when you get home from work. She should be dutiful."
There was dead silence in the room. Jo Ann was standing behind him, slapping him on the back, and saying, "Oh, Howard." He paused.
"Well, that's not how it really is. And that's not how it was with us. Mother worked and we raised our kids together. I didn't do everything I should, but we worked together. And that's how it really is. Together."
It was brilliant. Son of a farmer. Salesman. Executive. Those would be labels. But it was his family that sustained him.

One Last "Good Morning, Good Morning"
And it was his family who were with him at last. We'll miss "Good morning, good morning." We'll miss Chicken in a Pot. We'll miss creative Christmas wrapping. We'll miss that smile. And we'll miss that twinkle in his eye. Guys like him don't come around too often. But we're all the better when they do.

I'll be headed to Iowa with my boys later this week. They'll be pallbearers at a Catholic Funeral Mass. We'll meet my wife and her family there. Maybe we'll all do a rendition of "Good morning, good morning."

Saturday, March 03, 2007

2,000 Posts and Running

Two thousand anythings seems like a lot. Two thousand pennies, that's a double sawbuck. Two thousand years, that's a couple millennia. Two thousand bottles of beer on that wall, that's a long bus ride. Why 2K?

This is my 2,000th article on iFlipFlop. 2,000. That seems like a lot. A lot of words. A lot of pictures. A lot of something. Here's a look back at 2,000 posts and running.

How iFlipFlop Got Its Name
Ms. Liquid Treats and I work in the communication business and were amazed at how effectively the flip-flopper label was pinned on John Kerry (remember that election?). She suggested that I register the name "" one afternoon in January 2004, and I spent 10 bucks, never thinking that I'd really do anything with the site. But I kinda liked it...and I was always a fan of Oscar Wilde, who said, "Consistency is the last refuge of the unimaginative." I'm a big fan of "strong opinions, loosely held" and thought that saying "I flip-flop" wasn't the worst that a person can do in this world.

Getting Started as a FlipFlopper
Post #1 on August 9, 2004 was was titled Flip-Flopper-in-Chief . The post was a bit of a naive look at GWB and how much he changed his mind. The first number of posts were along those lines. But I veered off a lot. I started off posting a lot of political material, but that's morphed. Now, iFlipFlop is mostly about what flops around in my head.

I've had a few favorites posts over the years. They are not always the most popular. (It's funny, you never quite can predict what will hit and what will flop.) But I enjoyed writing them all the same.

Simply a Few of My Favorite Posts
After 2,000 posts, it's tough to narrow down to an all-time favorite, so I'll put up a few with comments on why I liked them.

Barack Obama and Joe Hoeffel in Philadelphia
As I look back, my favorite pieces aren't derivative. They're not based on what someone else said. They were the ones that were in the moment. This was one of those times. If you don't read anything else on this page or any other pages of iFlipFlop, this is the post I'd read. Especially the second picture and its caption.

Pix from John Kerry Visit to Penn Today
We had press passes back in those days. But even better than that, Sarah wrangled "red tickets" so that we were in the front row. It was a beautiful day on the quad at Penn, and we got lots of good photos. Bonus: We got to shake Mr. Kerry's hand.

P. Diddy's Citizen Change "Vote or Die" Campaign at Temple
Diddy put on a Vote or Die rally at Temple. Sarah and I went there, press passes in hand. Front row again. Really great energy at the rap concert and in the press conference. Sarah talked Diddy and Mary J Blige into some highly-coveted Vote or Die shirts. When we were on the subway back to Center City, a young woman, who had also attended the concert, was oohing-and-aahing about my Vote or Die t-shirt, which I had pulled over my standard black t-shirt. I pulled off the Vote or Die shirt and gave it to her. Yep, the shirt off my back. She seemed really happy. Really happy. That was a good moment. I thought we could change the world that day.

Pamela Anderson Shows Off Her Acting Talent
This one wasn't brain surgery, but it's the biggest hitter on iFlipFlop. There are sometimes as many as 500 visitors a day looking at Pam's assets. Crazy. Note to you who care about any kind of wanton traffic: Mention Pamela Anderson. Having a picture of her in a see-through shirt also helps.

Coins for Caring: French Communication Institute Aids Hurrican Katrina Victims
I saw these kids by the CVS on 19th and Chestnut in Philadelphia getting money for Katrina victims. They were really clever...and doing something uplifting at a time of a national crisis. Plus, the picture of that little girl, the last in the series, is one of the best pictures I ever took.

Sorbet Combo at Rouge
Another of my favorite pictures. This one was taken in a window table at Rouge, on 18th Street in Philadelphia. I note a change in iFlipFlop, from random political stuff to more stuff that interests me. iFlipFlop, c'est moi.

One More Picture of Jessica Alba's Dress
Want to get traffic other than from mentioning Pamela Anderson? Put in a picture of Jessica Alba. I thought her dress at the Oscars was stunning. This one is one of my faves just because it's highly visual, what I consider the mark of the really good blogs.

Day Without an Immigrant Rally in Philadelphia: The Faces
Hermanos Unidos. That was the chant. Another beautiful day in Philadelphia with the added bonus of a powerful cause. I got some nice close-ups here.

Why It's So Great to Have Boys
Ah, the pride of parenthood. Raising teenage boys. A teenager, a hose, and a camera. Guess what's in the picture.

Looking for an Honest Guy in Philadelphia
I dropped a company check on the corner of 18th and Spruce made out to me for partner's pay. It was fully could have been cashed. Some guy, who we still haven't found, brought it to our office and said, "I think you lost something?" Every once in a while I get reminded of this in the office when I'm going off about this or that. I'm a bonehead. This reminds me of that. And it reminds me that there are some really great and honest people out there.

Uproar on the R5
Bad, bad woman. Crowded train. And a guy who Hippo Hollers, "Shut up, you cow!" What could be better than that?

13 Years of Catholic School and a Big Wave
I got drenched by a taxi that accelerated through Lake Philadelphia at the corner of 17th and Spruce. I didn't even flinch. 13 years of Catholic school taught me to hold me head still and not react. JMJ.

Frosty the Wonder Cat
An obituary for the world's best cat.

The Mets are in Town
The New York Mets were staying at the Westin. Sarah and I were out for lunch and walked by. She finagled a baseball signed by Tom Glavine and a bunch of the best guys on the team. That made me laugh.

My Favorite Phases
Um, they're my favorite phrases. (I finally learned after a couple of years of blogging to write descriptive headlines.) I'll add, "They took my friggin kidney!" to the list now, for those of you who are fans of Charlie the Unicorn.

5 Things Your Didn't Know About Me (and Maybe Didn't Want To)
What did I tell you about descriptive headlines? I'm learning, I'm learning. Quick summary: Ticket free, fell 3 stories and lived, had my eye poked out, got claustrophobic in Notre Dame de Paris, and can fly in my dreams.

Planning for a Moveable Feast
I want to go where the weather is good. Every day. Here's my plan.

Nearly everything I wrote in February 2007.
I know, that sounds really self-serving. And it is. But I really did like what I wrote last month. I'm learning.

Some Stats About iFlipFlop
iFlipFlop has been in business for 934 days. From the server stats you can see below, there have been 1.9 million requests for pages since I started. And I'm serving up an average of 400 Megs of data a day (and a lot more lately).

I know that server stats are always a bone of contention. They never really give a great picture of what's happening. But since a lot of people use SiteMeter, I've added a picture of what's been happening this year and over time. I think I'm getting close to 400,000 visits in total according to this one. Other stats packages I have on my server look like it's about double that. Either way, it's a lot of people who want to know about La Vida iFlipFlop.

The Last 12 Months on SiteMeter

The Totals on SiteMeter

My Favorite Part: Friends of iFlipFlop
Really, the best part of writing is having readers. And there are some loyal ones out there that I'll mention by name, many of whom have blogs, others who don't.

Pax, Albert, Scott, Howard, Tony, Rich, Rick, Vincent, Maidink, Mrs. iFlipFlop, Merci, Moni, Jessica, Mark, Pepijn and Lizzy, Star, JT, Ms. Liquid Treats, Guillaume, Karl and Gideon.

Thanks to everyone who reads iFlipFlop. I know there are those who write to me and leave comments (10,289 so far) and those who read and move on. I hope I didn't forget to mention anyone...if I did, it's one of the beauties of a blog...I can edit it.

On another note, I really do read everyone in my blogroll every single day. This year I'm trying to be a better reader and comment more. I'm easy when it comes to linking to people...if you send me a note or comment on my stuff, I'll link to you. I can reached at frank [AT] iflipflop [DOT] com. And if you're around Center City, I'm there a lot.

Well, on to post 2,001. Here's a little link to the insipriation for the title of this post: NWA's 100 Miles and Running.

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ParkWhiz is Live in Philly

ParkWhiz is a great idea. So cool, in fact, that I signed up for an e-mail alert for when they went live. That e-mail came today:
After much hard work and a couple false starts, the ParkWhiz Marketplace is now open to the general public. I invite you to check the site out at

For those that are aren't familiar, here's a quick rundown of what ParkWhiz is:

- A place to find parking. Quickly search our database of thousands of parking spots to find the best parking near your destination. You can reserve parking in advance at select locations.

- A place to sell parking. You could be a parking garage operator with excess space or just an average Joe (or Josephine) that wants to offer up their driveway for parking. ParkWhiz makes it easy to turn your unused parking into cash.

- Free for everyone. It costs nothing to become a ParkWhiz member, whether you're selling parking or looking for it.

- Environmental friendly. Studies have suggested that driving around for parking increases urban traffic congestion by up to 30%, leading to greater emissions and air pollution. By increasing the pool of available parking and helping people park there quickly, we have less traffic circling for parking spaces and cleaner air to breathe in.

We look forward to solving your parking problems. If you have any comments or questions, don't hesitate to email or call our CEO, Aashish, at (312) 520-1963 during normal business hours.

Pretty groovy in my book. I checked out parking near the corner of 18th and Spruce for 9:00 to 11:30 tonight as a test since I know the area. Fantastic map showing available spaces and prices.

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Friday, March 02, 2007

What Watch? Sand Watch. Such Watch?

"What watch? Two watch. Such watch?" was one of my favorite exchanges in Casablanca. This sand watch is now one of my favorite watches.


Thursday, March 01, 2007

Charlie the Unicorn

Charlie the Unicorn is my new fave movie. Watch this bad boy until the end.


coComments is Cool

I signed up for coComment yesterday and I'm already loving it today. Here's the description:
Track. coComment keeps track of all the online conversations you're following in one convenient place, and informs you whenever something is added to a conversation.

Share. Publish your conversations to your blog in a click, or send them to your friends via email.

Explore. Check out the top commenters, what articles and posts are generating the most comments, who's commenting on the same conversations as you.
I told myself that I was going to join more conversations this year. I, unfortunately, got lazy for a while and would faithfully read my favorite blogs, but I would read and move on, thinking someone else would comment. A lot of it had to do with forgetting to check back. coComment lets me keep track, in one handy spot, of comments I leave. There's a Firefox plugin that makes the app work easily. And I think it's going to make me a better and more reliable commenter. So, "Whatchoo talkin' 'bout, Willis?"