A new poll (link only free for 7 days) finds President Bush’s approval rating down to 47%. It’s shocking to me that so many people can approve of how he’s handling matters in this country — and, of course, abroad.
Happy Birthday, Michael
Today’s my husband’s birthday, a day for me to be thankful his parents brought him into this world, and grateful, as ever, that we found one another. When you meet in a flukey way like we did — he was visiting NYC for a long weekend with his brother — it’s clear the role fate plays in life. We could just as easily have never met… and oh, how my life would be the poorer. So, Happy Birthday, Darling! Here’s to another rich year together!
Google Goes….
As anyone who cares likely knows, Google yesterday filed an Form S-1 document with the Securities and Exchange Commission, step 1 to offering its stock to the public. Now it seems, everyone’s an expert on Google, and that’s not necessarily a bad thing. It’s a bit troubling that the company wants the benefits of being a public company, but thinks it can do things its own way. The optimist in me really hopes that it can, but the cynic thinks it’s going to be brought down.
Google IPO Craze
Who’d have thought the Google IPO craze would have hit the subways? Heading home last night, I stood lazily on the Q train platform at Union Square, iPod rolling. An older couple — say, late 50s or early 60s — walked up next to me and stood waiting. What first caught my eye was the guy’s hat. It was emblazoned with the Google logo. Then, I saw both he and the woman were wearing black Google fleece jackets. Hmm… my mind raced. Early investors trying to boost an IPO? Ridiculous, I know…. The whole IPO madness is certainly getting that way.
Heart Rate Monitor + Phone = Fitness Gadget Heaven
I already obsessively download workout data from my heart rate monitor. Now I’m looking for a new phone/pda/camera-like device, and this new release from Polar and Nokia — both Finnish companies — catches my eye. Hmm…
Dressed to Kilt
My husband is Scottish… (that’s my excuse). But don’t you agree that kilts are dead sexy?