In this book, Who’s Your City, Richard Florida examines why people choose to live where they do and (sort-of) gives city-choosing guidance. The book is largely worthless for my purposes, but one illustration really struck me…this map is based on the five dimensions of personality.

Look how few of these even touch NYC:

1. Openness – appreciation for art, emotion, adventure, unusual ideas, imagination, curiosity, and variety of experience.

2. Conscientiousness – a tendency to show self-discipline, act dutifully, and aim for achievement; planned rather than spontaneous behaviour.

3. Extraversion – energy, positive emotions, surgency, and the tendency to seek stimulation and the company of others.

4. Agreeableness – a tendency to be compassionate and cooperative rather than suspicious and antagonistic towards others.

5. Neuroticism – a tendency to experience unpleasant emotions easily, such as anger, anxiety, depression, or vulnerability; sometimes called emotional instability.

The author describes Woody Allen as the quintessential New Yorker; clearly not extroverted, agreeable, or conscientious. Very neurotic and very creative.


This looks like comedy gold….

I already considered that and are uncannily similar, but also:


Just for old times sake…last hulu post for the day I promise.

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So what if I am panicking.  I really don’t care what you think.  All of you Yankee fans out there still clutching trophies from the 90’s….all you subtly arrogant Giants fans out there, treating Eli and Coughlin like the second coming of Simms and Parcells.  You’ve had your time in the sun.  You’ve had your ultimate dance.  I was fucking 5 in 1986.

So you better believe I’m getting desperate.   So much so that…this is the forum where I publicly sell my soul.

Omar…get it done


Wait a second before you start throwing things at the stage.

Look, Moises Alou is 75 years old, and cannot be depended on to give us more than 325 ABs.  Fernando Martinez isn’t ready yet, and Beltran and Church are already banged up.  Delgado has a hip made of glue and confetti, and we’re depending on two unproven youngsters and a Pedro with many miles on the wheels to get us thru to the promised land….oh and I think El Duque and Fidel Castro are the same age.

It boils down to how much like Jack Bauer you want to be.  Me, I’m perfectly willing to cut off my nose to spite my face.  Shit the Yankees won four WS in 6 year by using the needle!  The President stole an election.  Hell this country is built on land illegally stolen from natives and through the labor of a people that they forced into slavery.

All I want is a power hitting outfielder to plug into the middle of my line up.

Stop looking at me like that…