The seal of approval for hashing
The folks at the Hash House Harriers (no, it has nothing to do with that kind of hash) will be thrilled to hear this news. Though I’m not sure the HHH know anything about moderation.
The folks at the Hash House Harriers (no, it has nothing to do with that kind of hash) will be thrilled to hear this news. Though I’m not sure the HHH know anything about moderation.
To use a cliche, it feels like slipping on an old pair of comfortable shoes — ones you haven’t worn a while, but the contours of which still feel so familar. I still remember my way around, mostly, though my subway commute technique (where to stand on the platform, and such) could use some fine tuning. I still remember how to keep warm in the biting cold wind. I have found a reasonably good, reasonably-priced place to get breakfast. I’ve even decided what to get for my default breakfast — a breakthrough in a town with so much choice! Even better, the short-order cook at the place already recognizes me and my default order.
It’s funny the things that make me feel at home in NYC. Here are some tips.
On Subway Commuting:
On Ordering Breakfast:
In Germany, it’s still OK to smoke in the workplace so long as your business is under a certain size. And now, Reuters reports, the owner of a 10-person IT firm has fired 3 of his staffers who don’t take advantage of this privilege — because they lobbied for a smoke-free workplace.
“I can’t be bothered with trouble-makers,” Thomas was quoted saying. “We’re on the phone all the time and it’s just easier to work while smoking. Everyone picks on smokers these days. It’s time for revenge. I’m only going to hire smokers from now on.”
Alice Bradley of Finslippy conducted a little experiment this week that’s had hilarious results. She asked readers of her site to submit their worst parenting stories, and she presented the “winners” yesterday. If you’re a parent, and perhaps even if you aren’t, this is one of those blog posts that will crack you up and horrify you, all at once.