Ah yes. Another snowy day in Buffalo. And I am giddy like a little girl. Wet snow is bad for the roads, but oh so pretty and fun to walk in…as I did today…ending up at the internet cafe to bring YOU another installation of the blog.
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Yes my friends. That is not the cost of the budget for the IRAQ war. That is the cost of ONE single solitary 30 Second Advertisement for Super Bowl XXXVIII. Ten years ago it only was $900,000. Only. Good grief! I am not sure I understand this process. Someone in Advertising pleasepleaseplease comment? Dayna? Seriously. Is it worth a company putting this much into a 30 second ad? I suppose the obvious answer is yes. Over the weekend a group of us ADPi’s from the past were discussing the fact that some advertisers might have to choose between the Super Bowl and the FRIENDS finale, since those ad’s are also going for an exorbitant amount. I don’t know. All entertainment to me. I doubt the true effectiveness of a 30 second ad. Sure buzz is created, however does buzz bring back the bucks?
Federal cuts end summer jobs program.
“A Buffalo Municipal Housing Authority program that provided summer jobs and education for about 50 low-income young people has been eliminated because of a reduction in federal funding.”
Hmm. Me thunk that President W said he was increasing the budget for job training? The article in the Sunday paper said that the U.S. Department of Housing and Urban Development cut the capital improvement funding budget in half while mandating that the training programs funded be construction related. YIKES! Oh, how I do not miss planning a summer youth employments program for my troubled teens. Last year no one believed that the Buffalo program was low of funds we had to fandangle dollars from other school budgets and grants in order to fund my workers. The previous year, the County funded about 45 of our kids and the agency funded 5. Last summer that number was reversed. I would not want to be the magician trying to figure out this summer. The sad part of this equation is, the only hope these children have is through programs like these legitimate employment and experience for the future. Sad.
Learning how to play together proves difficult for local IDA’s.
“Fed up by the Amherst IDA’s willingness to grant tax breaks under an interpretation of the countywide development policy that is far more liberal than the one followed by the Erie County IDA, Erie County Executive Joel A. Giambra has renewed the call to do away with the Amherst IDA and combine all six IDA’s in Erie County to a single agency a suggested compromise that would revise the role of local IDA’s, like Amherst’s to focus on neighborhood development and allow them only to grant breaks on town taxes. That way, the tax breaks the Amherst IDA doles out wont drive up the taxes on residents in Buffalo or Orchard Park.”
Six agencies, all working toward the same goal of attracting business to our AREA. I would call that regionalism at work, wouldn’t you? Arugh!
State must figure out how to fund school aid.
“The state Court of Appeals has rule that New York must come up with a plan to improve educational opportunities under its constitutional mandate to provide a “sound basic education in its public schools.”
The lawsuit brought by the Campaign for Fiscal Equity was targeted toward NY city schools, but the ruling applies across the board. So what is the answer? Good Lord GAMBLING! MORE GAMING! MORE MORE MORE! Great idea. What a fucking joke. NY has a July deadline to come up with a real plan to solve the inequities let it be progressive plan, a real plan dealing with reworking tax formulas and districts not more lottery games and slot machines. Grrrrr.
Trying to care about
Mars was on the cover of the paper again. And I am trying to determine what the appeal is. The fact of the matter is, I just don’t care. Mind you, I met someone this weekend that is a geologist and he knows someone working on the project. Spaceboy his license plate read. He cares. I don’t. (Aside: Spaceboy also said that my apartment reminded him of Trading Spaces, he wore a 27 hat and after hanging out with him for the evening…he was a friend of a friend who was in town for the weekend…he reminded me of my college unrequited love…Jay.) “Puzzling, entrancing, flabbergasted” All words used to describe this rover in the crater. “The craft refused to go to sleep during the long Martian nights.” Interesting. It refused to go to sleep? I read the article. I was somewhat amused but that’s all she wrote.
Another thing I don’t care about and I am not trying to is the excitement toward the Lord of the Rings and Harry Potter—books and movies. I don’t care. Not sure why I think I did read the Lord of the Rings as a child. But I don’t care. I think I am one of the very, very few out there anyone else?
Sandra Bullock and snowglobes.
Ah. “While You Were Sleeping” A lovely movie. I was thinking the other day about getting a passport. Because. I want a passport. I want to travel someday. Someday. And why not get the passport just in case? Ha. I am not sure how much this “just in case” will cost. So I probably will not get one…but then I cannot long for Florence and have my Bill Pullman dream man sweep me off my feet. When I logged on to the e-saver letter today, the first travel special was to Florence. A sign? Hmmmm. I should try to do SOMETHING wonderful and wild when FINALLY graduating from law school. But can I afford it…of course not!
TOPS Friendly Playcenter.
I am going to be the mom that kids hate. I drove by the TOPS grocery store, one with a giant Playcenter attached to the side and I said out loud…”I will never leave my children to play at the Playcenter while buying groceries. My kids are going to hate me.” I will just have to leave the young ones at home. Cause you can’t go before shopping, cause then you have a cranky kid whining that you dragged him/her off of the ball slide to shop. And you can’t go after shopping because the milk will either go bad, or freeze. And no one likes dethawed watered down spoiled milk. There is just something that doesn’t sit right with me, leaving my kids (future kids…) alone with a 16 year old who is watching the playground for $6 per hour. I don’t think I could do it. Mean mom in waiting.
Random list of songs playing last night at SPoT Coffee House while reading the paper.
1. I know what boys like…Bow Wow Wow
2. Open your heart…Madonna
3. Making love out of nothing at all…Air Supply
4. Thriller…Michael Jackson
5. Baby, don’t forget my number…Milli Vanilli
6. Runaway…Bon Jovi
7. The heat is on…Glenn Frey.
SpOT closed early at 10:30…do you think they were trying to scare the people out with this selection?
Cattle blood. Any meat from sick cow. And cow brains.
These are now all the items that are no longer allowed in feed for animals. Can we say yuck?
Please pass me a slice of that tasty schlong.
Pass the salt and pepper shakers at the same time, even if the person asks for only the salt. This is called ettiquette. I attended an etiquette luncheon back in the day for a National Panhellenic Conference. Mind you this was over 10 years ago now. And for some odd reason, when my friend Mel asked me to pass the salt the other day, I passed both the salt and pepper. I don’t think I have ever done this before. But I did. The odd part is. Mel noticed. In fact she said that she was wondering, BEFORE I PASSED THEM, if I was going to pass just one or both. Weird wild stuff. Our brains can be in tune this well after not seeing each other for 7 years. She is a sorority sister, yes. But I have not seen her in 7 years.
And all this talk of not seeing sisters for this long time reminds me that my 10 year college reunion is coming up in 2 years. Wow. The worse part that cut to the bone, was realizing that for every college alumni event, or sorority event, for the rest of my entire life…I am going to run into my “X” the one who never visited Allegheny while I was there…or 5 years following…but he will be at every one of my events because he is marrying a classmate and a sister. For the REST OF MY LIFE. I can avoid around town here in Buffalo, but not at Allegheny. Sad Jen. Her and I were close friends. Quite close the last few years, and now nothing. And not because I have not tried. Sure she is marrying Howie, BUT… but…I was encouraging it in the beginning, and in the weeks following the beginning when all the bad stuff hit me…I just stood back…and waited. And went to Canada with her for a show to resume our friendship. And then waited. And waited and waited. And saw her at a wedding and caught up. And waited…And waited. And…well, no more waiting.
I’ve learned that some friendships are not worth salvaging and this makes me very sad. Knowing how very awkward it will be to be around the same group of friends, even for a weekend. Makes me sad. Mostly for her, she is the one with the guilty Catholic conscience…or something, something that is making her avoid a fvery good friend who has tried to make things as normal as they could possible be. Why am I the one who has to do the work? No, better off counting this one as a loss. And this breaks my heart, and it is not the most fun story to share when catching up with people you have not seen in, well 7 years. Blah.