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Meet the Breeds – The Cats

December 2, 2011

This is the 3rd of 4 Meet the Breeds posts. Post 1: Disabled for a Day. Post 2: Pix and Info.

There were only two cats that I really wanted to see at Meet the Breeds. Luckily, even with the event closing, I had a chance to catch them both: the Persian and the Manx.

This is Juliet, the Persian. Such a cutie.

When I was younger, I had a book about cat breeds. The Manx was the one that stuck out the most to me, as it is tailless (which is due to a naturally occurring mutation).


The Cymric is a long-haired Manx, but it is considered to be a separate breed.

Look! Also tailless! (She shouldn’t be as surprised as she seems, as she’s in charge of this cat.)

The last cool surprise, cat-wise, was the Bengal cat. Wow. Look at that coloring.

One more post to go… Pictures of some of the other dogs I liked at Meet the Breeds.

Unaccompanied Minor Programs (UMP)

June 2, 2011

The Southwest Airlines wordmark featuring an illustrated 737 aircraft

Another case where I had simple questions and then quickly fell into a rat’s nest…

I flew roundtrip on Delta from the US to Dakar, Senegal. On the flight back from Dakar to NY, there was a small boy who was traveling alone. From what I heard, he was four years old.

The boy didn’t speak English or French, but rather Wolof, the common native language of Senegal. The story I heard was that he was being taken from his mother in Senegal to someone else in the U.S., possibly his father.

Before and through takeoff, he flipped out, screaming, with no one able to calm him down. The flight attendants did speak Wolof, but were ill-equipped to handle the child and passed him off to various passengers. The boy tired himself out eventually, but had other episodes later on in the flight.

Having worked with kids, I just wanted to try to help calm him down. The people I was traveling with said I shouldn’t get involved. At the end of the flight, the general reaction was that 4 years old is too young to fly alone. My neighboring passengers criticized the boy’s family and the airline.

Asking on my Facebook page, one response was:

That is way too young. Flight attendants are not babysitters and most parents wouldn’t leave a 5-year old home alone while they make a quick trip to the store.

Researching on the various airline sites, I found that 5 years old was the general cutoff age to be able to fly alone. Delta’s policy is that children 5-7 can travel alone on a non-stop flight. It doesn’t seem to matter how long that flight may be. Ages 8 and up can travel alone on connecting flights. Of course, there is an additional fee of $100 for the program. The above comment on babysitting seems applicable, as Delta does not say that they really offer anything for a child traveling alone, instead offering basic tips, such as:

Entertainment and food:

  • Provide your child with entertainment materials.
  • Provide a small amount of money for food as most flights do not offer meal service.

I find the last part particularly amusing, as on Delta, they make a big announcement of how they are a cashless airline. So, what, you’re supposed to give your 5 year old a credit card? Or hope that someone else just charges their food to their card and takes the bills out of their small, clenched fists as they scream for their mother, possibly in a foreign language?

I got additional info and another end of UMP on Twitter, with a response from Mark Orwoll, the Int’l Editor of Travel + Leisure:

@ @ Not sure FAA rules apply. Check out this segment I did for @ (starts at 2:00): http://on.msnbc.com/iFWvLg
@orwoll
Mark Orwoll

While the video doesn’t apply to my concerns, it puts into question whether there is broader logic in the application of Unaccompanied Minor Programs.

To summarize the Today show video (even though it is worth watching the whole thing, even before Mark’s part):

These Floridian kids, ages 15, 13 and 11, decided to take a trip up to Dollywood, so they went to the airport and bought tickets.

TSA policy doesn’t require ID for minors and Southwest allows younger kids to travel alone if they’re with older kids. Apparently, that part of the policy varies based on airline.

From the above Today show piece, it doesn’t sound like any policy was violated. Which seems to be a massive problem, if a kid can just run off to the airport and fly away with no one on the hook for that, other than inobservant parents.

But those are kids in double-digits, a different problem than the original: How young is too young to fly alone? Is it fair for an entire plane to have to feel awful because of a screaming pre-elementary child traveling alone? And even more so, do we as a society have any responsibility in not allowing parents to send their kid off on a potentially life-traumatizing experience?

Looking forward to your comments on any of this.

Bollywood dancing, rock wall climbing and steer roping

March 18, 2011

My excitement level for the LA Times Travel & Adventure Show has fluctuated. At points, I was psyched to be getting in as Media. Other times, I was not pleased at the idea of forced networking.

Arriving for the preview today, Friday, March 18, 2011, my fears were quickly allayed.

There was an introduction to the event by someone from the company that’s putting it together. After that, they handed it off to Mark Boster, who has worked at the LA Times longer than I’ve been alive.

He was fantastic. Seemed like a really nice guy. We talked briefly after and he was the first one that I exchanged business cards with, which turned out to be nowhere near as scary as I thought.

He’ll be giving talks for both days of the Show this weekend.

Some of his tips (s0me of which I knew, some I did naturally and some I hadn’t heard before):

Rule of threes: Split your photo into thirds, putting the point of focus in one of the thirds, not in the middle. He said this for a long, long thread of pictures at the beginning. Almost a mantra.

Varied pictures: Get pictures off of reflections, of shadows and with interesting line shape patterns.

Sunsets: Underexpose, to give a darker look.

Long exposure shots: Set it on self-timer, because a lot of long exposure shots are destroyed by a slight bump when initially clicking the shutter.

Getting permission from locals: His stance was that he generally asked before taking pictures, but said that for a newspaper, all you need is verbal confirmation. For other media, it could be more complicated.

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After the two intro talks, we went out to the floor, where they were still setting up.

For the press folks, they had a Bollywood dancing, wall climbing and steer roping, but you can see all of that here:

Roni Sings

October 13, 2010

 

Australia - 2007

 

I really enjoy singing, but I’ve never had any training. I studied Drama at the University of Washington. I was in a few plays in school and it always surprised me how much I sang, despite never having lessons and not being in any musicals. For Orpheus, I even wrote the song that I sang as Charon, Ferryman of the Dead.

 

Cast of Blood Relations - University of Washington, 2001

 

Karaoke

My first experience doing karaoke was at Circus Hostel in Berlin in 2004. I sang “Man in Motion” from St. Elmo’s Fire. It was totally out of my minimal range and was a miserable experience. I said that it felt like stepping in dog shit. You feel the nasty squish and then question, “How did I not see that coming?” The people at the hostel bar thanked me, because my performance made other people feel more comfortable that they couldn’t really do worse than my red-faced act (due to lack of oxygen, not embarrassment).

 

Berlin - 2004

 

Further experiences in karaoke were in Vietnam and Japan.

 

Ho Chi Minh City, Vietnam - New Year's Day 2008

 

In Asia, karaoke isn’t a bar-wide event; it’s something you do with a group of friends in a little rented karaoke room.

1) Vietnam: I was in such a room with some Vietnamese people who sang a fairly simple song about a Vietnamese village. (Bimbo? Something like that?) It was fairly easy, so I started singing along a bit. Turned out (not very surprisingly) that it was an anti-American song from the Vietnam War. An odd song for me to be bouncing along with.

2) Japan: I went with a Bangladeshi lung surgeon and a Japanese woman. The Bangladeshi guy and I belted out duets. Great fun.

 

Nishinomiya, Japan

 

 

Nishinomiya, Japan

Busking

My first experience busking (performing on the street for money) was with Sarah, a girl that I was working with in Taiwan. She played guitar and backed up my singing of 4 songs. The three that I remember singing were Phantom Planet’s California, Deep Blue Something’s Breakfast At Tiffany’s and Leaving On A Jet Plane. It was a blast. We made enough money for a couple meals and even had one of Sarah’s former students show up and cheer us on. I always say that I would busk again.

Bar performance

My first time performing in a bar was in Izmir, Turkey. Ozan, my host, and I went to a bar wherein various singers and bands performed. While we were hanging out, we talked to a guy that was either an owner or manager. Ozan talked to the guy about us performing. I said sure, not thinking it would ever actually happen. That’s the only one with photographic evidence.

The shortened one is here:

The full version is here on my Facebook fan page.

So, a progression, of sorts. I imagine from here it is American Idol (as kind foreigners and delusional Americans have said I could succeed on) and stadium tours (something no one has suggested).

S2: United Nations – NYC

October 12, 2010

Amsterdam: Gay Pride 2010

August 9, 2010

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Ordering “secret” fast food menu items (via Cavalcade of Awesome)

June 26, 2010

My first time trying this ‘reblogging’ function. Is it something to keep using?

Ordering "secret" fast food menu items Fast food menus are constantly in flux. They will add and remove things as times and tastes change. However, since everything uses the same basic ingredients, it's usually still within a fast food restaurant's power to make these discontinued items if they are so inclined. This is how a "secret menu" is created. Items that have been discontinued but can still be ordered because they still have the stuff there to make it, they just don't advertise … Read More

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June 15, 2010

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Roni Goes to The Daily Show

April 15, 2010

Alok, an occasional DWATG contributor, hooked me up with a ticket to The Daily Show w/ Jon Stewart.  I got a call from him at 2 PM, telling me to be there by 3 PM.  I confirmed the tickets online, stuffed a few things into my pockets for the night at Joe’s place in Brooklyn and headed to midtown to wait on line.

I don’t want to bore you with every step along the way, so here are the pre-show highlights.

  • Waited on the line for a while, chatting briefly with some Danes behind me, Canadians in front of me, and a few Bostonians.
  • Over the course of the wait, which lasted until around 5:15 PM, various interns and staff came and barked orders, such as no cell phones allowed in the studio, no photography or videoing allowed, info about the metal detector, etc.
  • They handed out the tickets around 4:30 PM, distributing them to us outside, on the line.
  • A woman in charge yelled “Look around you, if there’s any garbage by your feet, I will *not* let you in.”
  • At about 5:15 PM, we started getting shuffled into the studio.

The set itself is gorgeous and fairly spacious for a TV show.  Not much difference from what you see on TV, except you get a sense of where the green screen is (to the audience left of the anchor desk).

Music played for a while, before Paul Mecurio came out to do the warmup.  I was a bit surprised to see him, as I knew him from years prior as a doctor character on the show.

At first, he didn’t do a routine at all, just having the audience yell if they were excited to see Jon Stewart.  It went on so long that I wondered if that was all he was going to do.  I also questioned whether or not it was actually Paul Mecurio.  After a while of commanded screaming, he introduced himself, to which I was the only one that cheered.

I found it a bit odd that I am the only one who actually recognized him (or saw fit to be excited about it).  He asked why I was excited.

“You’ve been on the show before.  You’re good.”

He was flattered.

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