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  • Another Week Begins

    Charlie Gibson says farewell to “Good Morning America” – yet again (’cause he already left his first time around some years ago before signing on for the “temp” job in returning to GMA. And, now his gig on World News Tonight is no longer a temp thing. Boy, Charlie. Oh well.) Let’s just make this a nice transition, shall we? I’d be eager to see how Katie Couric will do with the match up by September, I say.

    An interesting cable movie, combining the Western with the story of early Chinese female immigrants (which, considering this country, is a story that takes place out West). Starring Robert Duvall and Thomas Haden Church, along with an ensemble cast with Asians of America and Canada.  Umm, Asian (North) Americans?… 😉

    That Warren Buffett – joining forces with Bill and Melinda Gates? What does it really mean? Charlie Rose had a special interview with Buffett and the Gates – boy, I’m increasingly impressed with the Gates, really – their hopes and good work and eagerness – heck, Bill Gates seem to be demonstrating real sincerity and Melinda Gates definitely seemed determined – there’s something about hearing them speak that wasn’t quite captured when Time magazine profiled them last year with Bono for People of the Year. Geez, Bono – when are you going to join forces with Buffett-Gates? It’ll be like watching Super Friends. Or something like that.

    Slate changed its home page look. This is going to take some getting used to. Boy, when you get a birthday, do you have to get a new suit, Slate?

    Ooh – the Supreme Court decisions are coming out, and Slate gives us the annual intruiging analysis for the term’s ending. May this be an interesting week…

  • Popping In ….

    Haven’t blogged in a while.  Last week was in London for a Global IT conference at the Riverside Park Plaza hotel.  Cost of the conference for two days was 1500 sterling.  Fantastically crazy price.  I’ve been spoiled with the relatively low cost of Asian hotels at 5 star levels.  Riverside Park Plaza was pretty crappy blah :(.  Have to say that the Cathay Flight on business from TPE – LHR was great.  Cathay is certainly a top airline without the BA or Sing Air pricing.  Just excellent! 🙂

    Tomorrow, on the way to Singapore and staying at the Shangri-La for Prince 2 training – Foundation and Practitioner.  Company standard.  Project Management is pretty common sensical stuff though.

    Summer has arrived in Asia and I’m glad no more rain.  The humidity though… oh well. 

  • Friday/Saturday

    Lego is letting go of a number of employees, since in this day and age, there’s less playing with real toys.

    A fascinating article on the dance festivals that NYC public school/elementary schools have done for generations. Gosh, this brings back memories of my P.S. — days, when I’d eagerly watch what the other grades or classes did and dreaded my own lack of coordination (nope, still can’t dance to this day). I’m glad they still do the dance festivals, in spite of the years of budget and God knows what other problems these days in public schools. NY Times writer David Herszenhorn writes:

    …. No one is quite sure when New York City children began celebrating spring by dancing in schoolyards, their teachers leading them, often awkwardly, through the steps, their proud parents gathered round, snapping pictures and clapping along. It is a peculiar urban rite — called Dance Festival in most of the city, and May Fete on Staten Island — that has been around, it seems, for as long as the public school system itself.

    “I really can’t tell you how and when and why the very first Dance Festival took place,” said Sylvia Schachter, a retired teacher and administrator who was the school system’s director of physical education from 1980 to 1990. “There have been Dance Festivals going on in various schools and various districts for as far back as I can remember.”

    Indeed, Dance Festival is stamped in the memories of public school graduates from Rick Gimeranez, the chief custodian at P.S. 163, to Joel I. Klein, the schools chancellor. Mr. Gimeranez, 47, who was up early on Dance Festival morning last week to tie bouquets of balloons to the schoolyard fence, took a break from snapping pictures of the children to recall his own Dance Festivals in Brooklyn in the 1960’s, at P.S. 282 in Park Slope and P.S. 58 in Carroll Gardens.

    “I remember doing the maypole, the hokey-pokey, the jitterbug,” said Mr. Gimeranez, who, like the students, wore a Dance Festival T-shirt, which was designed by a fifth grader. “I love this time of year.”

    Chancellor Klein, 59, recalled Dance Festival at P.S. 151 in Woodside, Queens. “We had a maypole,” he said. “I remember the Alley Cat and the hokey-pokey and all of that.”

    Unlike the serious training spotlighted in “Mad Hot Ballroom,” the 2005 documentary about Manhattan students learning to fox-trot and tango for competition, the Dance Festivals are end-of-year events in which all students participate. No ability to dance or even to keep a beat is required.

    The origins, scholars of the school system surmise, lie in the 19th-century maypole dances by English schoolchildren, a custom rooted in pagan fertility rituals centuries earlier. But just as Dance Festival occurs on different days in different schools throughout May and June, it no longer centers on the maypole.

    Over decades, folk dances and classics like the hokey-pokey were joined by contemporary favorites like the twist. (For a brief, perhaps forgettable, stretch in the 90’s, the macarena was the hugest thing.) More recent additions include the Cha Cha Slide Part 2 by Casper, the Chicago D.J.

    “It is a tradition; we do it every single year,” said Melodie Mashel, 52, the principal of P.S. 81 in Riverdale, who recalled “being a little frightened” at Dance Festival more than 40 years ago as a student at P.S. 92 and P.S. 93 in the Bronx. “I needed to make sure that all of my steps were going to be correct,” she said.

    Around the city, Dance Festival makes for curious sights, like first graders in tie-dyed shirts at P.S. 32 in Flushing, Queens, simulating swim strokes and wriggling to the Beach Boys’ “Surfin’ U.S.A.,” and second graders in sombreros at P.S. 21 on Staten Island, doing the Mexican hat dance.

    Historians are largely mystified — not just by the tradition’s obscure origins but by how it survived the tumult of the school system and the vast changes in student population, from the European immigrants in the early 1900’s to the dizzyingly multiethnic, largely black and Hispanic student body today.

    Stephan F. Brumberg, an education professor at Brooklyn College, said the tradition dates to the 19th century. “New York City had an exhibit at the Paris Exposition of 1900,” he said. “They had wonderful pictures of the schools at that time, including pictures of kids doing group dances.”

    Professor Brumberg, whose children, now grown, had Dance Festival at P.S. 75 on the Upper West Side, said schools may have shifted to ethnic folk dancing in response to Communism. “Lots of places danced around the maypole until the Russian Revolution,” he said.

    If the exact provenance of Dance Festival is impossible to discern, it seems of no import to the smiling parents, armed with camcorders, lining the schoolyard fences. [….]

    Some educators worry that the tradition might fade. Carol Ildebrando, a retired principal of P.S. 21, which has held May Fete for generations, said that some principals were reluctant to take time from regular lessons. “There is so much more emphasis on accountability and assessment, it has become very hard in the spring to participate in an event like this,” she said. “It’s just a different atmosphere.”

    But don’t tell the children.

    Courtney Sergile, 7, a first grader at P.S. 45, danced with her classmates to a remix of the Jackson Five’s “ABC.” Through the rest of the festival, she danced from her seat on the playground floor, often singing along. “The dances they do are cool,” she said.

    Prince Riggins, 9, a fourth grader, said: “I think it’s cool. You can dance all the time, and then you can dance even more.”

    Principals said that the dancing can give a life-changing confidence boost to students who do not excel at academics but shine in creative arts and that it helps broaden the children’s thinking. “Children do learn by learning lyrics and dance steps,” said Ms. Mashel, the principal of P.S. 81. “Certainly it provides a lot of meta-cognitive experiences.”

    Group dances have long been part of the physical education curriculum. In many schools, each grade was assigned an ethnic folk dance.

    “I remember trying to teach my class the polka, and believe me I couldn’t dance the polka,” said Carmen Fariña, a deputy schools chancellor, recalling Dance Festival at P.S. 29 in Brooklyn in the 1960’s. “The idea was that you would be more of a social human being if you learned how to do these dances.”

    Lori Benson, the Education Department’s director of physical education, said there was no official effort to preserve Dance Festival and no official count of how many of the more than 600 elementary schools hold them. “It’s done because it’s sort of always been done, perhaps,” she said. Maryann Wasmuth, 58, said she remembered Dance Festival as a child at P.S. 233 in Canarsie, Brooklyn. Two years ago, when she became principal of P.S. 163, Ms. Wasmuth insisted on procuring a maypole. Her staff made one using an umbrella stand and a pole bought at Home Depot.

    Rachel Wurman, P.S. 163’s dance teacher, said she matched dances to each grade’s personality: disco for the playful second graders; African for the rambunctious third graders; hip-hop for the supercool fifth graders heading off to junior high.

    Ms. Wurman, who grew up in Pittsburgh, said she had never heard of Dance Festival before P.S. 163. “It’s definitely one of those times in your life where you say, ‘Only in New York,’ ” she said. “There are so many things about New York City that outsiders look at it and say, ‘I just don’t get it.’ “

    NYC tradition indeed.

    Norm Mineta decides to move on from the world of the White House.
    Last but not least: the passing of Aaron Spelling, who was behind a generation or more of popular television.

  • Can the Week End Already?

    Saw the Brooklyn Cyclones opening game Tuesday night.  Boy, is that Coney Island subway station looking really nice or what?  The game – well, that’s a different story.  Cyclones v. Staten Island Yankees.  Essentially, Minor League Mets v. Minor League Yankees.  Essentially, the Cyclones v. last year’s champs (in minor league world).  Which means either the Yankees were really good, or the Cyclones… is a work in progress (to put it diplomatically).  We left around 10:30, with the Cyclones losing 15-0.  I think they finally lost at 18-0.  Plus, that half-hour game delay due to the umpire’s getting injured and the teams waiting for a backup umpire to show up.  Oh well.

    They now have Official Keyspan Park Dumplings at the Cyclones’ home.

    And in other sports news: Carolina Hurricanes beat Edmonton Oilers for the Stanley Cup.  Too bad for Canada, yet again.  I was hoping they’d win the Cup, considering its their national sport and the lockout was quite a bummer.

    There’s also the whole Miami Heat beating Dallas Mavericks for NBA Championships.  Head Coach Pat Reilly winning (but never for the Knicks?!); Alonzo Mourning winning (that other Georgetown champ; but never his old friend/ex-Knickbocker, Patrick Ewing); Shaquille O’Neal; Dwayne Wade; Gary Payton; etc.  Lucky them.

    I did not know that the space folks discovered that Pluto had more moons.  But, the news is that they’ve given them official names: Nix and Hydra.  Both names have underwold connotations, to be consistent with Pluto (the Roman king of the underworld) and its other moon, Charon (the river of the underworld).

    In Washington state, they have made it illegal for doctors to write prescriptions in cursive script.  Doctor, you’re either going to have to print it by hand or computer.  Aww shucks.

  • FLL MIA/Sunday Recap

    On Friday night, saw Disney’s “Cars” at the world’s largest drive in movie theater. The experience was pretty unique, but I don’t think it is better than your modern movieplex experience. First of all, the sound quality over a radio is not as good as THX booming sound. Second, car seats do not provide the same comfort as theater seats. Third, the jockeying for position in the lot is fierce, and hard to do without headlights ( I ran over a few pylons in the dark). Then again, traditionally the movie is not the main entertainment of the night… Anyway, took some long exposures of the screen – check it out on the Flickr bar.

    Saturday’s drive back involved a stop at Sawgrass, a really huge outlet mall. Bought father’s day stuff, a pair of sandals, and got a 20 minute massage. Then, the drive down to Miami was generally uneventful other than the last minute finding of a gas pump before the car return.

    On the flight back, got an upgrade on American and sat next to a New York based captain. Food wasn’t too bad, but the direct to video movie Last Holiday kept us hungry. Queen Latifah and LL Cool J managed to con a movie studio to fund an extravagant vacation. As the FAs were wheeling chicken breast and bbq sauce, Latifah was being wheeled whole turkey. Anyway, the captain was very nice about pointing out different landmarks. We were also talking about noise cancelling headphones.

    Waiting for the baggage to come out of the carosel, this guy that was sitting in front of us was complaining about how long the wait was. The taxi home was uneventful other than that he had no idea where downtown Brooklyn was, so I had to direct him. I made it by 11 pm.

    Sunday, we took P’s dad out for dim sum, and I formally asked him for permission to marry P, which he gave his blessing. So now we’re loading up on watching the WE channel, which is having a 21 day wedding show marathon. We’re shooting for 2008, because we want and need to take our time, and the Wall Street Journal says that 2007 is a bad year for weddings (2006 is one of the best years), because it is lacking a lunar spring.

  • Monday

    Fascinating NY Times article on a handy service from the NY Public LIbrary.

    Ok, so I’ve been saying that Dr. Grey on “Grey’s Anatomy” needs a CIA agent boyfriend (particularly since Bomb Squad guy died so badly, and ok, so he really wasn’t a love interest, since she was still pining for Dr. McDreamy). But, the Powers Behind the show gave Grey a veterinarian love interest, played by Chris O’Donnell. But, turns out that O’Donnell is doing a cable mini-series on the CIA. So, rather indirectly, Grey gets a CIA guy. But, she’s still stuck on McDreamy. Sigh.

    Happy 64th Birthday, Sir Paul McCartney. As Paul sang many years ago, “Will you still need me/ will you still feed me/ when I’m 64…?” Aww. Well. Life has been hard, Paul, but we fans still love you.

    Junior’s Cheesecake heads to Times Square. Whoa.

    And, last but not least: Happy Birthday, Slate! Slate celebrates its 10th Birthday. The on-line magazine that I consider to be two thumbs up.

  • Yankee Clipper

    I’m staying at the Sheraton Yankee Clipper in Ft. Lauderdale. Before this month, I’ve only stayed at a Sheraton once, when I was like 7. This month, I’ve been to 2, the one in Hong Kong where we checked out the Sky Lounge overlooking the harbor, and this one. Reception gives me a very warm welcome as a SPG member, because it seems everyone else staying here is either a non-member vacationing with their family or a Delta Airlines crew member. I scored this killer room that overlooks the beach (the view above is from the window). My room in Hong Kong could fit in the bathroom, which has a shower and a bath. The bar downstairs was featured in the movie “Analyze This”. I also have decent high-speed Internet and a nice bed. What more can I ask for?

    The only real down side is that it is on this sandbar, so the nearest real store, a Walgreens, is 20 minutes on foot. I wisely rented a car for this trip, so getting around is a lot easier. On the next block after the Walgreens is a Publix supermarket, where I picked up key lime juice for cheap, and they also had these Beagle mugs; I picked up one.

    People don’t know how to drive in Florida. At least I know I’m not that experienced a driver, being from NYC; I passed 8 accidents on the way from the airport, and the driving conditions are absolutely perfect. I don’t understand it.

  • Nearing the Week’s End

    Seeing Charlie Rose back on his show has been interesting.  Monday night was a nice return, with Bill Moyers as a sort-of guest host (but more like a co-conversationalist at the Rose table) and Charlie Rose talking about how it was that his heart condition caused some problems while he was in Syria and how his heart surgery in Paris had complications.  But, he seems more vigorous.  Going to miss all those guest hosts, but Charlie’s looking well.

    With the US Open (Golf) going on, there’s been profiles on the latest doings of Tiger Woods.  Coinciding with Father’s Day and the recent passing of his father, Tiger’s dad is something to talk about.  But I also thought this article on Tiger’s mom, who instills his Asian-ness, so to speak, very interesting.
    And speaking of Father’s Day, I thought this Best Dads on TV was a good one.  I liked the analysis on Keith Mars of “Veronica Mars” – protective detective dad dealing with detective daughter.  And, Jack Bristow of “Alias”:

    But one of the things the show always had going for it was the spectacular Jack Bristow (Victor Garber), who always seemed destined to give his life for his daughter Sydney in one way or another — and who eventually did. Jack made a few mistakes along the way in trying to watch over Sydney without smothering her, but he backed her up in traditional and nontraditional senses. Besides, what’s better than being able to say your dad is a spy?

    Captain Stubing of “Love Boat” is an interesting choice; Cliff Huxtable of “Cosby” show – well, kind of predictable.  Martin Crane of “Frasier” – well, he deserves an award for putting up with Frasier and Niles’ shenanigans (particularly the Frasier episodes where I think Frasier forgot that years at Cheers and the torturous marriage with Lilith was supposed to have mellowed him out, which would have made him a far more easier son for Martin; but Frasier kept getting back to that snobby irritant side of himself).

    An interesting article in the New York Magazine profiling NY Times puzzle editor Will Shortz – covering what the new documentary about him and the crossword puzzle apparently doesn’t cover: Shortz is a crossword man, but his Sudoku books are making him rich.  Quite a thought.

    The comic strips “Judge Parker” has got a new artist, since the previous one retired.  The lines are a bit more modern and crisp and the characters looks more animated, whereas before, they seemed like really, really stiff versions of Roy Lichtenstein comic style artwork.   Randy Parker, the judge’s son and probably a witless junior lawyer, lost his CIA love interest and his ex-fiancee since both dumped him (although, really, he dumped his ex-fiancee already, but she made him feel worst by reaming him for moving on really fast, when he wasn’t even going into a real relationship with the CIA girl).  But, the current storyline can get total focus now that Randy’s love life (or current lack thereof) is resolved: Sam Driver, Esq., and his wife Abby finds out that their adopted daughter Sophie has outsourced her homework to a kid in India, by paying him and e-mailing him the research assignments.  She (who’s either a middle school kid or a high school lower classman) gives Indian kid an open invitation to visit the US and her home in particular.  Indian kid does visit.  Oops.  Abby at least finds Indian kid charming.  But, it gets worse: Sophie told Indian kid that she’s in college.  Sam and Abby are taken aback.  Sophie’s really in trouble.   Using the Internet for the wrong reasons plus outsourcing in one comic strip?  Crazy!  (but, oddly, far more believable than Randy’s idiotic love problems).

  • On the Road Again

    Yep, have to believe it. Just in time for my recovery, I’m off to JFK. I’m flying to Miami today, then driving to Ft. Lauderdale for a computer conference. I’m getting back on Saturday in time for Father’s Day dim sum with Pei’s father. The thing I’m looking forward to is to check out the world’s largest drive-in theater, the Swap Shop.

  • Big Fat Greek Weekend

    Did anybody realize that amoxicillin smells like durian? If you ever have the experience, check it out.

    I was OK by Saturday, in time for my dim sum club meeting. One of our number is moving to Taipei, so we had a sendoff for him. Afterwards, we went to a deck party in Long Island City.

    Sunday, we saw X-Men 3. Wasn’t bad. If you haven’t watched it, make sure you stay to the end of the credits.

    Afterwards, we had lunch at a Grecian festival nearby. We entered the raffle for the crystal bowl filled with Greek cookies, and we actually won!

    P’s friends wanted to go to Joya, so we had another snack there, and crashed at home. Back to work again tomorrow….