Ever notice
Thursday, September 28, 2006, 7:25 PM

That a fall 80-degree temperature day doesn't feel the same as a summer 80-degree temperature day?

That the weird scraps of dreams you didn't even know you had pop into your mind at the oddest times?

That a smile from a stranger can lift your spirits?

That the wrong remark at the wrong time will bring out the beast in you?

That the smell of food when you're ravenous often smells better than it tastes?

That it seems to be easier to stress over the things you should be doing than just doing them (but that it never actually is)?

That the state of your hair can determine the kind of day you have?

And so can your panties?

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Say what?
Wednesday, September 20, 2006, 7:18 PM

Stuff I’ve said or written recently, just not here.


I would have been here sooner, but a news crew wanted to interview me. (They wanted to know if the high costs of gasoline was crimping my style. When I said I didn’t own a car, the guy behind the camera said I was the most intelligent person they’d talked to all day.)

We’re not working out today because T hurt her knee and I pulled a back muscle laughing.

I’d rather be misunderstood than look like a judgmental idiot.

… Celexa is okay so far, but I've noticed some headaches and slight nausea. Hopefully this will aid me in losing some weight.

Please, please, please.

We’re like two ferrets teething on a hunk of Beef Jerky here.

Oogie: By the way, very funny you calling last night at midnight. Methinks you had a smidgen too much to drink, little one! Hahahahaha

Me: What's even MORE funny is that I completely forgot that I called you until I read this!

Oogie: You called twice. Hahahahahahaha



I keep forgetting how old I am, but I know I'm over three sets of ten fingers.

Ken mailed me a T-Fal lid last week. No note was with it, just the lid.

I had a dream about you this morning. You were a party woman and wouldn't let me stay at your house unless you were there, too, so I had to wait in this place with a bunch of people and bugs. Bugs were everywhere. And they had cats, too (the people who lived in this house) and I felt so sorry for them.

It was weird. You stayed out until the wee hours of the morning and I had to sleep in this creepy house.

You brat.

My Samuel L. Jackson moment: Enough is enough! I have had it with these motherfuckin' females on this motherfuckin' toilet.

I don’t want any of those fishy things on my salad.

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Remembering Joe Coppo
Sunday, September 10, 2006, 7:14 PM

“Two days before he died, my father told me that I should be disciplined, take pride in myself, stand up straight and hold my head up high,” Matt Coppo wrote in a college essay about his father, Joseph J. Coppo, Jr. Matt had been struggling emotionally with his size (he’d stood 6’3” and weighed 240 pounds at the time) when his father gave him this advice. “[H]e told me God had given me a great gift and that I should use it to my full potential.”

Matt admitted that he took those words for granted at the time, but they came to his aid during his father’s funeral days later—when Matt towered over almost everyone else and was an easy-to-spot focus.

“As I walked down the aisle at the end of [my father’s] service, I realized that everyone was looking straight at me. I tried to appear dignified and brave in the hope that my calm, tall presence would comfort my family and friends and give them the courage to make it through.”

Five years ago on September 11, 2001, Joseph J. Coppo, Jr., went to work on the 104th floor of the North World Trade Tower. He was Vice President of municipal bonds at Cantor Fitzgerald, but seemed to be more comfortable coaching kids on a baseball field. People knew him as every kid’s coach. He'd coached his youngest son’s All-Star baseball team that summer.

"He was very demanding, but he was someone you always wanted to work hard for," said his daughter, Kathleen, who played center field for him on a softball team.

Kathleen also relied on her father’s insight and good advice, saying he was "[M]y best friend, the first person I turned to for anything."

Joe Coppo didn’t believe in war and Kathleen, a teacher of social justice at a small Catholic school, seems to share that belief. Even though she lost her father in a terrorist attack, Kathleen’s wasn’t one of the voices crying out for retaliation, and she believes her father would have been proud of her stance following 9/11.

From what I have read in my research about Joe Coppo, he seemed to be the type of person who liked to be involved in his Community, especially if it had anything to do with baseball. He seemed to be the type of guy who easily inspired and led others—not because he was a big man, but because he had a big heart.

Joe Coppo, I remember you. Although I wouldn’t have shared your love of baseball, I would have eaten a hotdog on the stands with you and listened to what you had to say.

Patricia, Kathleen, Joseph, Matthew, and John, please know that your husband and father is not forgotten.


I never knew Joseph Coppo personally, but I have heard that he is one the kindest, nicest men alive.
-Erin, 9/11/2004

I knew Mr. Coppo through his daughter Kathleen. Not only was he an amazing dad, but also a wonderful coach and motivator. I have nothing but the fondest memories of him, and will always keep him in my heart and prayers. God bless you all.
–Cheryl Gelsomino, 10/22/2004

Mr. Coppo, you will always be a hero to me and a hero to the town of New Canaan. The days I spent around you are days I will look back on for the rest of my life. You taught me lessons that I will take with me as I live the rest of my life. Your care and courtesy for not only myself but for the town of New Canaan will live forever.
–Matt Brook, 9/11/2005

Joe, I miss your honesty, humility and your friendship.
–Chris Queen, 2/25/2006

In the few short years that I knew Joe, I quickly came to realize how much I would learn from him. The veteran took the rookie under his wing. Always suggesting things in just the right way, not too forceful, but always firmly. As his catcher, I could see his ability to control any situation. It is my guess that this is how Joe was as a father and a husband. I will always remember the easy way and big smile.
–Carlos Rodriquez, college teammate, Manhattan College

I am very grateful and blessed to have known him and his lovely wife, Pat. God rest you, Joe, and God bless you, Pat and the children. He will never be forgotten. I feel I am a better person because he came into my life.
–Dorothy "Deebs" Butcher, friend

We still have not come to grips with the fact that Joe was taken from us in the most tragic and unfair of ways, but we take solace in the wonderful fact that God allowed him to be part of our lives for 47 very special years.
–James R. Quandt, friend

More memories can be found in Joe's Guestbook


Never forget.

The 2,996 victims who are remembered list (whoops, it's down)
Try the mirror site

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Tuesday, September 05, 2006, 7:16 PM

Whattup with Blogger lately? I experience ucky shades of dial-up memory just waiting for someone’s blog to pop up. And forget about leaving a comment because it’s a crapshoot whether or not the comment box even comes up. Methinks I need to let what powers that be at Blogger know about this because come on, I expect a lot more from a free service.

Speaking of free services with the potential to sweeten your life (and put a crimp in it when it’s not working), Pandora is growing in popularity. As it should; this free online service that specializes in building a radio station based entirely on your music preferences, seems to be all about furthering that kind of responsiveness. A guy named Tim, one of the masterminds behind Pandora, is making his way across the US just to meet current listeners and see about garnering some new. Hey, Tim even has a blog.

Tonight after I got home from work, I washed my face and jumped into a sports bra and shorts. Someone brought a bunch of chocolate and cookies to work today (plus I ate like Miss Piggy over the weekend), so I thought I’d atone for it all by burning some calories. My workout tapes were at the bottom of my bookcase, though, and that’s where my plans went to pot. When I bent down to choose a fitness tape, I suddenly noticed a couple of books I haven’t really looked at in a long time. Like Norma Klein’s Mom, The Wolfman and Me and Ghost and Hauntings by Dennis Bardens. And I made the mistake of leafing through both of them.

I suck.

Huzzah! On August 28th, the last name for project 2,996 was assigned. I never had any real doubts that all of the names would be taken, but if I was a nail biting kind of girl, I’d have bitten off one or two because I really, really wanted all of the names to be taken.

And now they are.

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The Crocodile Hunter is dead?
Monday, September 04, 2006, 11:15 AM

I almost can’t believe it, even though I knew that sooner or later this kind of death was bound to happen to him. But I thought he’d be killed at eighty, when he wasn’t as fast to jump away from a crocodile’s snap or a snake’s bite.

Irwin often dodged danger to show that there was nothing in nature worth fearing, because he believed that behind the sharpest teeth glimmered a misunderstood soul.

My ex, Ken, and I used to watch the Crocodile Hunter all the time. Ken watched for the dangerous animals and I watched for Steve Irwin because he was just so dang engaging. Nuts. So totally out there. But that’s why everyone knew him, that’s why there was no ignoring the Crocodile Hunter. He spoke up for some of the scariest, deadliest animals around, claiming they were beautiful. I’d never heard of a crocodile being called that before, but if you’ve ever seen a Crocodile Hunter episode, you’d have heard the emotion behind it in Steve Irwin’s voice.

He might have been a little nuts, and he did take precarious risks with his children, but Steve Irwin is dead too soon. Too soon.

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