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Cedar Point, in Sandusky, Ohio, has a new roller coaster — and it looks awesome!

It’s called Gatekeeper, and it’s the first new roller coaster at the Point since 2007.  It uses a winged, center rail approach that is supposed to give riders a sense of flying as they plunge, twist, and turn at speeds of almost 70 miles per hour — which is faster than you can legally drive on most Ohio highways.  The video above shows the coaster during its early testing phase, when it was running at significantly reduced speed, and it still looks like a fantastic ride.  The story linked above includes a video showing the Gatekeeper today, when it was opened to some lucky members of the public for a sneak peek.

I’d be willing to wait in line for an hour or more for a chance to take a crack at this one.

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A court recently ordered the Disney Company to pay $8,000 to a patron after he was stranded on a ride at Disneyland.

The man uses a wheelchair, and the ride in question was “It’s a Small World.”  The man, who suffers from panic attacks and high blood pressure, was stuck for a half hour after the ride broke down and non-disabled patrons got up and left.  The story linked above notes — and this is, I think, the most crucial fact of all — that the “It’s a Small World” theme song played throughout the time the man was stranded.  Oh, and did I mention that the man also had a full bladder?

If you’ve visited Disneyland and been on the “It’s a Small World” ride, you know that the ride’s theme song is one of the most insipid, saccharine songs ever written and recorded.  It’s a small world after all . . . .  Once you’ve heard it, it burrows deep into the recesses of your brain and is never successfully forgotten no matter how hard you try.  It’s a small world after all . . . .  Even worse, it is sung by high-pitched, piping, aggressively chipper child voices on a continuous loop as the ride progresses.  It’s a small, small world!  After having to listen to the music for the few minutes of the ride, any reasonably sane adult is ready to run screaming from the building.

Part of the $8,000 award was for “pain and suffering.”  I’ll say!  To be left, alone, in the ride, among the mindlessly smiling, doll-faced depictions of children from around the world, desperately needing to answer the call of nature while enduring the cloying onslaught of the banal song playing over and over and over again, sounds like a particularly awful form of personal hell.

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I keep a coin box on a dresser in our bedroom.  When I come home with change in my pocket, I put it in the coin box.  Then, when the coin box is filled to overflowing, I get to experience one of my great little pleasures — counting the coins and putting them into coin rolls.

IMG_3225Why do I enjoy this little chore so much?  Well, for one, it’s tangible evidence of our thrift.  We’ve saved the coins, after all, rather than frittered them away on lottery tickets or video games, and it’s nice to tote up the amounts every once in a while and see the fruits of our frugality.

There’s also a tactile, sensory element that is enjoyable.  You dump all of the coins out on a surface and hear their jingle and clatter.  You grab a flattened coin sleeve — I usually start with pennies, because there are more of them than any other coin — and pop it open.  My right index finger goes into one end of the coin roll, to stop and straighten the coins that are inserted into the other end.  Then the counting begins, and what a joy it is to count again, to 40 or 50 depending on the coin, like you are back sitting attentively at your desk in first grade.

The counting continues, the rolls fill up, the dollar coins that are given as change at automatic change dispensers get stacked, and the excess coins get put back into the empty coin box, to be counted next time.  Hey, more then $30.  Not bad!

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Lately lots of people have been talking about Pinterest, another new form of social media and on-line interaction.  Pinterest allows participants to explore and develop their interests in different topics — food, home decorating, body art, and the like — by “pinning” news articles, pictures, video, and other items to their “pinboard” for other people to see and comment upon.  Family members and friends have used Pinterest to plan weddings and vacations, share their views on books and TV shows, and find special articles of clothing.

photo-95My Pinterest friends sound like they become almost obsessed with browsing other people’s “pinboards” and filling up their own with interesting and exciting content that reflects well on them.  Similarly, we’ve all got friends who spend a lot of time posting things to Facebook, or blogging (guilty as charged), or playing fantasy sports, or doing the countless other social networking activities you can do on-line.  This shouldn’t be surprising; the internet is a constantly changing, interesting environment that puts the whole world at your fingertips and allows for all kinds of communication.  All of these nifty on-line interaction websites also can allow you to reconnect with high school and college classmates and faraway friends and keep track of how they are doing.  But when does the attraction of the internet pull your home life out of balance, leaving you tapping out a Facebook message or chuckling at a YouTube video while your spouse or girlfriend or children or friends sit idle for hours?  How do you strike a workable real life-virtual life balance?

People have always engaged in solitary activities, like reading a book or playing a musical instrument or jogging, but obsession with on-line activities seems to have special risks.  Studies suggest that people who spend lots of time on-line often struggle with depression and sleep disorders and tend to neglect their need for physical activity and in-person social interaction.  And, of course, the on-line world, with its anonymity and ability to create weird, fake relationships such as the one that has humiliated Notre Dame linebacker Manti Te’o, involves all kinds of potential personal, financial, and criminal hazards that would never be presented by reading a library book or knitting on the sofa while your spouse watches a basketball game on TV.

We all need to figure out when to step away from the computer.

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IMG_2925On Sunday, Russell, UJ, and I visited the Hollywood Casino, one of four casinos built in Ohio after the passage of a constitutional amendment in 2009.  It’s far out on Columbus’ west side, off Broad Street, near the intersection of I-70 and I-270.  We wanted to check out the place and watch one of the NFL playoff games.

My expectations were low; I’m not sure why.  I envisioned a dim interior packed with slot machines and grim-faced people, but instead we found a vast, brightly lit space that risks putting patrons into sensory overload.  Every slot machine, of course, has neon lights and colorful themes (how much do the artists who design the pirates, genies, and other characters on slot machines get paid, anyway?)  but the decor itself was interesting, with attractive light fixtures far overhead, tall round pillars with changing video presentations, enormous TV screens everywhere you look, and huge movie billboards covering the walls.

IMG_2930We landed in o.h., one of four restaurants inside the casino, to eat and watch the first half of the 49ers-Falcons game. (o.h. is an apt name, because every true Buckeye will be tempted to add “i.o.” — and after a few hours gambling, they may be right.)  It’s a great place to watch a game.  There are dozens of large flat screen TVs circling the dining area tuned to every imaginable sporting event, including professional bowling.  The bar next door features a much more immense main screen and would be a fine venue for a beer or two and some serious football viewing.

We tried the philly steak egg rolls and twisted nachos made over crinkle-cut potatoes, followed by a pepperoni pizza.  All were tasty and served hot by very friendly wait staff.  More surprising to me was that the prices were reasonable and in line with what you would expect to pay at a regular bar or restaurant.

After we ate our food and watched the first half of the game, Jim and Russell tried their hands at games of chance.  I’m too cheap to be a gambler, so I strolled around taking in the table games areas, the high roller enclave, and the other parts of the casino.  The place was crowded, and people seemed to be having a good time on a cold and windy Sunday afternoon.  The casino is open 24 hours a day, 7 days a week.  We’ll see how it looks after a year or two of wear and tear, but for now it looks like the Hollywood casino is off to a profitable start.

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Yesterday’s wedding reception for Joe and Laura featured a DJ, a disco ball, and a spacious dance floor.  As a result, we were exposed to one of the worst recent wedding reception developments:  the Impenetrable Female Dancing Circle.

If you’ve been to a wedding in the last five years, you’ve probably seen an IFDC.  It forms when high-spirited young women forsake the need for a partner and rush the dance floor, forming a circle.  They bounce up and down and clap and do some secret dance unknown to anyone over age 30 while one circle member after another moves into the center to cut a rug.  The participation in the circle is 99% female; rare, indeed, is the Y-chromosomed human who has the confidence in his dancing ability to break into the circle.  And so the IFDC goes on and on, unbroken, a living thing, throbbing and shrieking as each new favorite song comes on.

So, what’s the problem?  Why should even a cranky and grizzled veteran of countless weddings care if young women want to band together, empower themselves, and proudly display their dancing chops?

The problem is this:  if you are a crappy dancer — and let’s face it, that description applies to the spastic dancing attempts of the vast majority of American males — you don’t want to try to break into an IFDC or, even worse, dance with your partner on the empty side of the floor, where your fitful and pathetic moves will be exposed for all chuckling wedding guests to see.  The great thing about a crowded dance floor is that it is crowded.  You and your partner can move into the center of the floor and meld into the mass of pulsing humanity so that your lame attempts to get down aren’t the subject of mass derision.

If you’re feeling in a celebratory mood at a wedding reception, therefore, the IFDC might just prevent you from fully expressing your joy with your patented shimmy and shake.  So c’mon, ladies — after you’ve formed that IFDC for a dance or two, break up, fill the floor, and let the rest of us find the dancing anonymity that we so desperately need!

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IMG_2523It seems like every hour you are on a beach vacation is cocktail hour, but on Antigua — which is on Atlantic time, and therefore is an hour ahead of our standard Eastern time zone — cocktail hour is actually here.

My drink of choice this vacation has become a pina colada, and tonight I’ll probably order another one, or two.  Kish is astonished that I’ve ordered them, because I almost never drink distilled spirits, particularly in fruity concoctions.  Here at the Cocobay Resort, however, the pina coladas are exceptionally good — well-blended, carefully made, and not knee-buckling in their strength.  They go down easy after a hard day of beach walking, snoozing in the sun, reading, and snapping a few photos.

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They said it was just a prank.

The pregnant Duchess of Cambridge was taken to King Edward VII Hospital in London with a severe form of morning sickness.  Two Australian radio show hosts decided, as a prank, to call the hospital and pose as members of the royal family trying to get information about the Duchess’ condition.

They spoke to a nurse, Jacintha Saldanha, who believed they were members of the royal family and put them through to another nurse, who described the Duchess’ condition in detail.  The call was later shown to be a hoax, and the hospital apologized for the breach of patient confidentiality.  The DJs said they were “very surprised that our call was put through, we thought we’d be hung up on as soon as they heard our terrible accents.”

And then Jacintha Saldanha, the nurse who fell for the “terrible accents,” apparently committed suicide.  She leaves behind a husband and children.  An inquest will be held to try to determine the cause of her death and whether it is, as many suspect, related to the hoax.

Suddenly, the stupid joke isn’t funny anymore — if it ever was.  The Australian radio hosts say they are “heartbroken” by the suicide.  They say their motivations were innocent and they expected to be hung up on within 30 seconds.  The implication is clear:  it’s not their fault that a harried nurse taking a telephone call at a busy metropolitan hospital didn’t see through their little jest.

I don’t listen to shock jock radio because I don’t think these kinds of pranks are funny.  They’re mean and cheap.  The smug caller always has the upper hand and the audience is already in on the joke; the person answering the phone is usually just doing their job the best they can, and their good intentions cause them to be the object of ridicule.  Even if you can’t predict that a successful prank call might lead to a suicide, how can you possible describe this call as “innocent”?  The Duchess of Cambridge is a public figure, of course, but doesn’t simple human decency suggest you not try to get personal medical information about a newly pregnant young woman trying to deal with a scary condition?  And didn’t the DJs stop to think that, if their call was successful, the innocent staffer who treated their call at face value might at least lose her job?

I hope this terrible story causes the many shock DJs out there to stop their stupid pranks — but given the crassness of most of those shows, I doubt it.

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IMG_2219We had a fabulous time with our dinner guests last night, but whenever you entertain you can expect to see a scene like this the next morning.  As my mother would say, time to roll up the sleeves and apply a little elbow grease to the sink area.

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IMG_2216After much careful consideration, Kish has settled on a white cosmopolitan as our signature drink for this evening.  Thanks to niece Amy for the suggestion!

Ingredients: 2 cups citron-flavored vodka; 3/4 cup Cointreau, 1 cup white cranberry juice, 1/2 cup fresh lime juice, lime wedges, whole cranberries, ice

Combine the vodka, Cointreau, cranberry juice, and lime juice in a large pitcher filled with ice.  Stir and strain into martini glasses.  Garnish with whole cranberries and lime wedges.  (Ingredients make about 8 cocktails.)

Kish likes this drink because it is tasty and looks very festive.  With its red cranberries and green lime wedges, it has a definite holiday feel to it.  Here’s hoping  our guests tonight feel the same way!

Edited to add:  The white Cosmos were a huge hit.  Kish’s rep as a creative cocktail mixer continues to grow.

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We’re entertaining this weekend, and we’ve got some decisions to make.

What should we serve for dinner?  What might we offer as interesting appetizers?  Does the house look even moderately presentable?  Should we kick Penny and Kasey out to make sure they don’t ruin the night?

The biggest question, though, is:  what should be the “signature drink” that we offer to our guests?

Some time ago Kish decided we should always have a signature drink at the ready when we entertain, and it was an inspired decision on her part.  Some offerings have been hugely successful, others less so.  (Cosmopolitan variations tend to earn rave reviews, but dirty martinis seem to be an acquired taste.)  Whether the signature drink is a hit or a dud, however, the availability of a special concoction adds a festive air to our special evenings.

Over the next few days, Kish will be pondering this crucial issue: what should be poured from the classic Dr. Grams’ Grandmother’s Medicine shot glass?  Any suggestions are welcome.

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When we bought our Acura SUV, we got a complimentary subscription to SiriusXM.  We accepted it, of course — it was a freebie — but I was skeptical that I’d ever pay for radio.  After all, why pay for something you can get for free?

I’ve since become a convert.  I like the variety of the news, comedy, sports, and music stations, and I like the commercial-free music stations.  I particularly appreciate the service when I’m driving from city to city, because I don’t need to worry about losing a signal and searching for a new one.

I’ve programmed the car with my favorite Sirius stations, so I can find them with the push of a button, and I’ve experimented with some of the other stations, too.  I tuned in to the Sirius POTUS station before the election, because I thought it was a pretty well-balanced presentation of the election-related news, and since the election I’ve been listening faithfully to the three Sirius classical music stations — the Metropolitan Opera station, Pops, and Symphony Hall, where they play longer pieces.  I also like the fact that the display screen tells me what’s playing, so if I like a piece that I haven’t heard before I can find it at the library.

From my perspective, there’s a lot to like about SiriusXM.  I never thought I’d pay for radio, but it’s worth it.

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On Hen Island there is a huge tree near the bunkhouse.  On one of its outstretched limbs a line has been hung.  At the end of the line is an iron ring, hanging from a hook on the trunk of the tree.

The concept is simplicity itself.  You remove the ring from the hook and pitch it out into the open space, trying to get the ring to swing out on the line, return toward the trunk, and land securely in the hook.  Of course, it looks easier than it actually is, and trying to make the right throw, in the right direction, with the right velocity and speed, becomes an exercise in patience and frustration.  But when the key lands on the hook with a satisfying thunk, the feelings of pleasure and achievement are as real as any.

It’s addictive, of course.  And try to walk past it — just try! — when other folks are playing.  You can’t resist the opportunity to take a turn and make your toss, and while you’re waiting kibbutz with your fellow players about the proper direction (should it be toward the laundry line, or the little tree?), the vigor of the toss (you don’t want to be short, you know), whether the ring should be thrown steady or slowly spinning (you can argue for hours about which approach increases your likelihood of success), and countless other fine points, like the coefficient of friction and wind gradients.

You take your turn, endure the close calls, lament the near misses, hoot at the successes, and enjoy yourself immensely as the hours slowly pass.

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Yesterday we went to see the hottest show on Broadway, The Book of Mormon.  We had to pay a premium to the ticket brokers, but it was an early Christmas present.

The Book of Mormon is the latest work of Trey Parker and Matt Stone, and it has all of the comedic elements you would expect from the creators of South Park.  It follows the misadventures of a mismatched team of two Mormon companions as they complete their training and leave on their mission of conversion to a small, war-torn, AIDS-riddled village in Africa.  It is profane, obscene, irreverent, and hilarious — and yet has a positive message lurking amidst the skewering of religious belief and simple faith.

Of course, people don’t go to Broadway musicals for deep ruminations about religion — they go for singing, dancing, and laughs.  The Book of Mormon delivers on all fronts.  From the bell-ringing opening, to Turn It Off, about the Mormon trick of dealing with bad thoughts, to Spooky Mormon Hell Dream, which features appearances by Jesus, Satan, Johnny Cochran, Jeffrey Daumer, and Hitler, among others, this show is packed with great song-and-dance numbers and funny lines.  The fact that most of the singing and dancing is done by buttoned-down, clean cut, chipper Mormons in their white, short sleeve shirts, black pants, black ties, and black shoes, just adds to the enjoyment.

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We’re having some good friends over for a holiday dinner tonight.  It’s unusual for us to entertain on a Thursday night, but it’s coming on Christmas time and it’s time for enjoy some good food and good company.

Kish has been working hard, and the house looks beautifully, and simply, festive.  It’s time to pour a glass of wine, put on some holiday music, and enjoy the season.

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