In the spring of 2008, Sons of Maxwell were traveling to Nebraska for a one-week tour and my Taylor guitar was witnessed being thrown by United Airlines baggage handlers in Chicago. I discovered later that the $3500 guitar was severely damaged. They didn’t deny the experience occurred but for nine months the various people I communicated with put the responsibility for dealing with the damage on everyone other than themselves and finally said they would do nothing to compensate me for my loss. So I promised the last person to finally say “no” to compensation (Ms. Irlweg) that I would write and produce three songs about my experience with United Airlines and make videos for each to be viewed online by anyone in the world. United: Song 1 is the first of those songs. United: Song 2 has been written and video production is underway. United: Song 3 is coming. I promise.
In the Summertime - Mungo Jerry
So where's the summer? It's July already.

At dinner tonight, one of my friends who doesn't/can't drink beer ordered an interesting concoction called Alien Secretion. Apparently she worked as a bartender at one point in life and she specified the recipe to the waiter: vodka, midori, pineapple juice. It actually tasted pretty good. Looks like some of the online recipes (and here) call for coconut rum in addition to/instead of the vodka.

My judo club went out for dinner at Congee Village after practice tonight. We were celebrating some recent college/grad school graduations, as well as saying farewell to a member who is moving to Thailand for work. Mounds of good food, dozens of bottles of beer, good conversation.
More pictures on Flickr.

Marco Polo Didn't Go There by Rolf Potts is an interesting collection of travel essays. These essays/stories appeared in various travel magazines, anthologies, etc. Here Potts brings together many of his articles and adds end notes at the end of each chapter where he gives the back story about the preceeding story, sometimes pointing out the difference between what literally happened, and how he reinterprets things to make a better story, effectively giving a mini-tutorial on travel writing.

I just heard on the news that there was another Staten Island Ferry crash. No fatalities, 14 injured. "The fire department says it appears the boat lost power before hitting the Staten Island dock Wednesday night. There's no damage to the boat but some damage to the pier."

I just finished The Letters by Luane Rice and Joseph Monninger, an epistolary novel about a couple whose son has died in a plane crash in Alaska. Unable to cope with the loss, the couple have filed for divorce. The father feels compelled to travel to Alaska and go to the crash site which is only reachable by dogsled. On this trip he exchanges numerous letters with his soon to be ex-wife.

Last night I finished reading Corelli's Mandolin by Louis de Bernières. It was another wonderful book by him. I recently read his Birds Without Wings. That book takes place during the end of the Ottoman Empire/World War I. This book, written earlier by de Bernières takes place in Greece during the Italian occupation in World War II. It is written in a similar style and one family in Birds even appears in it, linking the two books. I very much enjoyed this pair of books and highly recommend them.
Do I dare see the movie made from this book?

Yesterday was Field Day, and as usual my radio club, WECA was set up at Harbor Island Park in Mamaroneck, NY. Field Day is an annual event where ham radio operators in North America set up radio operations typically in undeveloped areas (parks, wilderness, etc.) and set up radio stations, antennas, power sources (generators, solar, etc.) and get on the air for a 24-hour long contest to see who can contact as many other Field Day participants as possible. It is part playing with radios, part demonstration of amateur radio to the public, part practice for emergency/disaster operations.
WECA operates under the call sign N2SF and operates a 4A (4 HF radios on generator power) station, in the ENY ARRL section (Eastern New York).
I went to the FD site in the late afternoon, stayed through the magnificent dinner (steaks, lobster tails, fried chicken, chili, corn, fries, hotdogs, hamburgers, ice cream cake...) and hung around till late night.
More pictures are on Flickr.
The book I am almost finished reading, Corelli's Mandolin by Louis de Bernières, makes a passing reference to the song "Never on a Sunday" which reminded me that I like that song, so I browsed around on YouTube for a while. In addition to a clip from the movie with Melina Merkouri singing it and the English version sung by Doris Day, I found the above Muppet version. :-)

Ooh! According to Gothamist, Güllüoğlu is opening a store in Manhattan (982 2nd Avenue at 52nd Street) in a few weeks.

We went to Zanaro's in White Plains this afternoon for Sunday brunch. After a yummy brunch buffet, my daughter loaded up on strawberries at the chocolate fountain, while I ordered a Chocolate Souffle Omelet to share with everyone at the table. The chef said it was 2000 calories (exaggeration?) and was best shared at the end rather than ordered up front as part of the main course, though I think I could have managed one by myself. :-)

Another rainy day. My daughter and I went to the library and afterwards I wandered around the park with my camera. Usually there would be a little league game, spectators, kids playing, dogs, etc. Today the park was deserted. An abandoned chair, the pitcher's mound covered to protect it from the rain, wet park benches, and puddles... A few pictures from the park are on Flickr.
Scenes from the Aegean coast of Turkey, some of my favorite places.

I went to the Great Hunger Memorial Park at V. E. Macy Park in Irvington, NY this evening. The sun was finally out this weekend, and I thought I might get some nice pictures.
The park is adjacent to the Woodlands Lake, a lake created by a small dam on the Saw Mill River. The South County Trailway goes by here as well. Lots of ducks and geese call this lake home. The ducklings and goslings were swimming about when I first got there, but by late evening they had all gone to bed, and only the adult mallards and Canadian geese were about.
There used to be a mexican restaurant called Cantina here. They went out of business years ago and the buildings have been boarded up and unused since then. The "Great Hunger" in the park name doesn't refer to the absence of the restaurant though. There's a memorial to commemorate the suffering of millions of Irish immigrants who died from the potato famine or were forced to leave their country. I didn't notice the memorial when I was there today and didn't even know that was the name of this park until today.

(Photo taken on June 23, 2007)
Happy Flag Day.

I watched The Bank Job this evening. It was apparently based on a true story. It was a fun heist movie starring Jason Statham.
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