I find myself almost completely unable to bundle up in a way where I'm not overinsulated going to work and underinsulated coming home.

I hate it when the big winds come at this time of year and strip the leaves from the trees. Once that happens, I'm almost ready to say, bring real winter on!!

As I said, almost.

While New York has lost many great venues in recent times, with CBGB the latest, newer ones are sprouting up.

This article hits the high points, but how it could skip over Schwartz's, the Taj Mahal of smoked meat, is beyond me. :)

Here's an N-P article on Schwartz's. The Gobe and Mail did an Oct. 21 story on the new documentary Chez Schwartz's.

From the Beeb:

Heavy mobile use 'damages sperm'

Experts are calling for further research into the effect of mobiles on fertility Heavy use of mobile phones may damage men's fertility, a study has suggested. Researchers found those men who used a phone for four hours or more a day had fewer sperm and those they had moved less well and were of poorer quality. The Ohio study involving 364 men was presented to the American Society for Reproductive Medicine in New Orleans. But a UK expert said it was unlikely the phones were to blame, as they were in use and not near the testes, and it may be being sedentary was the cause.

A primer on British actor/comedian Sacha Baron Cohen's technique for duping his victims in 'Borat.'

Walking up Channel Nine court after work this evening, I got within about 15 feet of a black creature with a white stripe snuffling in the grass beside the sidewalk.

I immediately backed off, but I was downwind of the varmint, and it didn't really notice me.

It didn't lock and load, unlike the last skunk I saw around there.

From an AP story on CTV.ca:

An Austrian businessman has announced that he would get rid of urinals shaped like a woman's mouth from a public toilet near Vienna's national opera, after facing pressure from politicians who demanded their removal.

If someone in the blogosphere can help me find a copy of this CD, I would be forever grateful:

Heading south on the Bathurst St. car this morning, I went right to the back for a seat -- and the front row for observing some guy's TTC Hell experience.

Moments after regaining consciousness this morning, I went into a Second Cup.

I ordered a tall Carmelo.

"What size?" asked the barista, a balding, middle-aged Lebanese fellow with a bushy mustache (I throw that information in to help you narrow down the location of the coffee shop).

I repeated: A tall Carmelo.

"What size?!?!" he asked again, his voice noticeably more on edge.

The enormity of my error then dawned on me.

"A small Carmelo, please," I said.

He then proceeded to serve me.