Idiosyncratic Celebrations, News Outta My Control / 01.10.2005

A new month: time to reset my internal calendar to remember birthdays and pay bills for October. If your birthday happens to be at the beginning of the month, you might not get your birthday greeting from me on time. I can only start thinking about October events at the beginning of October. I've set my credit card due dates to be about the 10th of the each month so I don't incur late fees when I remember on the first of the month that I even owe money. I’m a typical overwhelmed modern who has compartmentalized his life into...

Fairly Odd Parents-Present, Idiosyncratic Celebrations / 17.07.2005

Apple's iCal Application Icon

Apple's iCal application icon displays my birthday.

I get that little tingly feeling (yes, tingly!) every time I see this icon on a Mac user's monitor. It's for Apple's calendar program iCal. And I feel like every iCal user is talking to me.

Ever wonder why this icon displays July 17 on your desktop? At first I thought every Mac user's birthday was displayed on this icon since July 17 is my birthday. What a nice touch. That Apple! Always taking the computer experience one step beyond. Microsoft would never think to do this bit of PR. I figured the display used some user identification we all had to submit when we registered our computers.

Then, as I made my rounds around the office, I discovered that every Mac was displaying July 17. It was as if all of you were remembering my birthday. It felt so nice to be loved by everyone. And it was a birthday gift I got all year round.

Idiosyncratic Celebrations, News Outta My Control / 03.07.2005

I pledge allegiance to my Flag and the Republic for which it stands, one nation, indivisible, with liberty and justice for all.

The Original Pledge of Allegiance
Francis Bellamy, 1892

As July 4th drew near, real estate agents began their annual advertising campaign by placing small American flags (along with their business cards) on every neighbor's front lawn. Despite my conversation with the agent who initiated this trend on our street two years ago, a flag appeared by our driveway Friday afternoon. However, this year my "flag skirmishes" with industrious real estate agents seem less important than they did in the past.

In the post-9/11, post-Presidential election, and present Iraqi War era, Independence Day has become more than just a day for parades, fireworks, and patriotic ardor. In the last few years it's a reminder of how divided a country we really are. Restating this as optimistically as I can, it's become a day to remember the huge range of thought that defines our American psyche.

With Sandra Day O'Conner's resignation from the Supreme Court, on this Independence Day this divide is overt and full of angst. Both sides of the political spectrum, liberal to conservative, and each with their resident subgroups, gather their forces, forge alliances, and devise strategies to maintain their vision of One Nation Indivisible.

On this July 4th I wanted to investigate the origin and meaning of one of the most ubiquitous of American patriotic emblems, The Pledge of Allegiance. And I wanted to see how germane its words were at this point in our history.

Artistic Tendencies, Fairly Odd Parents-Present, Idiosyncratic Celebrations / 27.02.2005

Christo and Jeanne-Claude's The Gates is a spectacle consistent with [the Renaissance art tradition], a piece of elaborate social theater that's an unintentional portrait of our time. That portrait can be poignant and charming; most of all, it's funny. I'm surprised more isn't being made of the ongoing social comedy surrounding The Gates, which is a satirist's dream. Well, actually, I'm not surprised: People are afraid to smile too much around art.

Mark Stevens
New York Magazine

The Gates. "The Gates" has a nice ring to it, don't you think?

Much is being written about Christo's and Jeanne-Claude's latest public art piece in Central Park. There are even homages and parodies (and parodies) of the work. Whatever you think and whatever you've read, it's certainly a cause for celebration: art displacing war on the front pages of major media.

But I'm not here to talk about the work. Instead, let's talk about the title of the work. The Gates. It's nice to see your name in headlines, plastered all over the Web, and on the nightly news. But it certainly isn't the first time.

I'm what you might call a Celebrity, once removed. I see my name on airport and train station signage all the time: "To Gates 71-75." At the Oakland Airport there is even a more personal acknowledgment: "Gates 7-17" (my birthday). And now I'm associated with fine public art.

Yes, my name is famous. But I am merely a country cousin. Not in the real sense. I'm not related to Bill (or to Christo and Jeanne-Claude for that matter). I actually come from a very short line of Gateses. It's just my two daughters and me now. At Ellis Island some low-level official set me up for this by christening my grandfather Herman Guyetsky as Herman Gates. I've given thought to changing it back, but, then, I've built up quite a reputation --once removed of course.

Idiosyncratic Celebrations, News Outta My Control / 16.01.2005

As a bone-chilling drizzle fell on Washington, D.C., George W. Bush was inaugurated as the 43rd president of the United States, surrounded by both his strongest supporters and his most embittered detractors. In the crowd, Texans, many conspicuous in fur coats, cowboy hats and rhinestone pins, walked unfazed past homemade signs declaring "Shame" and "Not My President." Inauguration 2001 PBS.com Attending the Inauguration Parade? Take care not to bring these contraband items. Yes, I'll be going this time. And, yes, if the timing's right I will turn my back. But I will also have my trusted digicam with me looking for any photo opp. It...

Artistic Tendencies, Idiosyncratic Celebrations / 08.01.2005

Afraid to let your favorite blogger know their limits? Let Outtacontext t-shirts, coffee mugs, and notebooks make it easy for you. Numerous news reports and articles have outlined the perils of blogging. People have lost their jobs for what they've written and lives and careers have been ruined (or made) by overzealous lovers outlining every sordid detail of their relationships online. Why should the blogosphere be any different than the rest of the world? Put the power of the media in the hands of many and all traditional bets are off. New media demand new rules. I know I'd never date anyone who...

Fairly Odd Parents-Present, Idiosyncratic Celebrations / 24.12.2004

For all you gift-giving procrastinators out there here's a very last minute item for your loved ones: their own domain name. You will keep your sanity (no vain attempts to find a mall parking spot) and the price is right. Two nights ago, as I was kissing my eight year old good night, she blurted: "Tomorrow I'd like to register pokemon-yu-gi-oh.com." For those without children Pokemon and Yu-gi-oh are Japanese anime characters and their trading cards are big business in the pre-teen consumer sector. I don't know how she even knows about registering a domain name. We rarely let her near the...

Fairly Odd Parents-Present, Idiosyncratic Celebrations / 05.12.2004

gift package

I am far from perfect. But I do have two stellar traits I will admit to: I have a good and true sense of direction and I am a great gift giver. I know these things because at this stage in my life I like to think I can honestly assess my strengths and weaknesses, but more importantly, because my wife has told me so.

More on my directional skills at some other time. With the holiday season upon us, today I will focus on seven patented steps you can take to become a good gift giver too. In order of importance:


Fairly Odd Parents-Present, Idiosyncratic Celebrations / 26.11.2004

I lost my iPod.

One minute I was listening to This American Life while waiting for my sister-in-law, Janet, to pick me up at the subway's "Kiss and Ride." The next we were in front of her house. As I was getting out of her car that polar white earphone cord swayed in the late November breeze. Naked, empty, and alone.

You know that moment. You stare in disbelief, wondering why your eyes are deceiving you. You know it's there. But you're momentarily blind. Your sight will return with a blink and all will be as it should. And you can continue with your life as planned.