Alec Baldwin Hearts WEGMANS!!!

This thanksgiving, in addition to being thankful for being alive and for my family and for love and all that good stuff, I am also thankful for Alec Baldwin's connection to Wegmans. The connection is so strong, that he talks about Wegmans on the his Late Show With David Letterman appearance, and has decided to do some commercials for them. His mom lives near Syracuse, is a HUGE Wegmans fan, and has made Alec a fan, too. Check it out!

SIX DOLLAR MEALS!


 PIES!

URGENT! HUFFPO PETITION FOR KEITH!

MSNBC left "Morning Joe" Scarborough on the air, despite the fact that he has contributed to GOP candidates, but Olbermann got suspended for doing the same. Not wise, if you value your viewership, MSNBC....

Here is the HUFFINGTON POST ARTICLE
and

HERE IS THE ONE AND ONLY PETITION

Read here to see why this is not a fake petition - It is making a difference.  Sign it now, for the love of all things good and right in this world!

Oh, and in case you're unclear, HERE'S WHY this is a POLITICAL ISSUE, and not simply a violation of the EMPLOYEE HANDBOOK...

And here is what Brave Rachel had to say about the whole mess. Make sure you watch through to the end (starting around 5:03) to see her really well-made point about the differences between a REAL cable news network, and a PRETEND cable news network.


And lastly... when Kevin Bacon gets mad, he likes to dance. When I get mad, I make a T-Shirt...




UPDATE:  
KEITH IS BACK ON THE AIR ALREADY! AND THEY'VE JUST SUSPENDED MORNING JOE. Good. We could use a little less of him...

Don't Forget To...

VOTE TODAY!

We've voted... have you?

We always get snow by Halloween!

Well, its Halloween night, and the snow has begun! (Yes, here in Ithaca, it almost always snows by Halloween...) We had a lovely weekend. We had friends coming over all day yesterday for a BBQ. After grilling burgers, corn, steak, asparagus, and sausage with peppers & onions, we decorated some pumpkins that came fresh off the farm in T-burg. One got carved, one got etched, and two just got Ye Olde Sharpie treatment. We also baked a blue apple pie and roasted pumpkin seeds!

Back To Blogsville

Hello blog readers! It's been ages!

In our defense, we've had a very busy past few months...

David's company has been contracted by BP, and they've been working non-stop on a very important project that will be reviewed by the US Senate - the outcome will determine the government's decisions regarding the moratorium on offshore drilling in the Gulf. Because this project is so high-profile, David's company has decided that they have the right to change David's schedule at the last minute, with no notice whatsoever (last hitch, they kept him for four weeks instead of three, and they keep us hanging one day at a time...)

And after spending most of the summer recovering from the car accident, I was asked to join the Theatre Department faculty at Ithaca College, so now I'm teaching Acting every morning! In addition to being an instructor at IC, I'm still teaching Drama & Dance in Trumansburg in the afternoons, so my free time is almost nil.

Luckily, before things got too busy with both of my jobs, we were able to spend a wonderful Labor Day weekend with David's family in West Virginia! This was my first visit to the annual Campione Family Reunion, and I can't wait till the next one! Everyone was so sweet, it's gorgeous country out there, and the food was spectacular! The pepperoni rolls... oh the pepperoni rolls! We still have some in our freezer...

Who Has A Blue Workshirt And Gets Home Tomorrow?

THIS GUY!

Audi Endorsement

As I keep looking at the pictures in my post below, I can't help but think... Wow. That car still looks like a car! I mean, the vehicle is totaled in every possible way, yet the frame retained it's basic shape even after a hard swerve and a flip, crashing into a mailbox, and rolling 4 times. And that well-built frame has a lot to do with why I'm still here.

So I say:  If you are in the market for a car, you can't go wrong with choosing a used Audi like we did. Even one thats 12 years old (like Minnie was) can keep you safe in a major situation. I'm living proof.

Taking It Easy

Our lives have been a little too "eventful" these past few months...

(If you read the past few blog entries, you'll see what I mean, and that's only the half of it...)

I think it's time we Take It Easy for a bit...

Very Happy To Be Alive

Here's what's left of good old Minnie. 

She saved my life on Monday. I'm gonna miss her. 

And lastly, check out the wheel displacement in the photo below. I guess that's what happens when you flip over a bunch of times. Your wheels get a little misaligned on the landing, to say the least.

Poor new tires. Boo...

What Does David Do?

Since the disaster in the Gulf, David and I have been besieged with questions, mostly regarding:
a) his personal safety
b) the nature of his work, and
c) whether or not his job security is at stake

So I wanted to try to clarify things a bit.

The man, the myth, the ROV Pilot.

David is working in safer conditions than he has in the past, but contrary to the comical picture above (taken by an old colleague back while he was still at Oceaneering) he cannot do the job "with his eyes closed..." As an ROV Pilot & Supervisor, his job is all about Robotics & Hydraulics - flying and operating large robots underwater, and that is some specialized stuff for the scientific mind.

David has been doing this for the better part of a decade. And his job security is not at stake due to all the new rumblings about offshore drilling. (*see P.S. below) What most people don't realize is that his type of work is NOT limited to oil rigs.

We've actually been feeling pretty blessed lately.  Because less than 2 years ago, David was still drilling for oil in the Gulf every month with Oceaneering. But when he left that company to started his new & improved position with Chouest (C-Innovations) last year, he pretty much left the oil rigs and offshore drilling behind. He is still an ROV Pilot & Supervisor, but he is no longer spending each day maneuvering said ROV into the heart of a big angry oil well in the Gulf of Mexico, which at this point in time, makes both of us very happy.

Since starting with Chouest a year ago, he has bounced back and forth from the Gulf to the North Sea, doing some very interesting ROV projects. Right now, the main thrust of David's work involves construction, deconstruction, and repair of offshore installations. Last year, when he started with Chouest  he & his team were responsible for constructing a WIND FARM off the coast of Germany. (Hey, isn't a wind farm the karmic opposite of an oil well?) And currently, he's working on deconstructing a 30-year-old Norwegian offshore oil platform.  And as you can see by this video, ROV's (Remotely Operated Vehicles) can be used to do a million different useful things offshore! See?

We expect him home from the North Sea this week!

*P.S. - An interesting update - we've just learned that David's old company, Oceaneering, is in fact currently laying off tons of employees due to the disaster in the gulf. We are so grateful that he is now member of the the C-Innovation team instead!

The Hermod

What is The Hermod? It's a crane vessel in the North Sea, and our guy is on it! You can read more details about The Hermod (or as I like to call it, El Hermod) on this cool blog that I found called Ship Of The Day, which chronicled the arrival of the vessel when it came into port in Rotterdam a few days ago to pick up the crew (including you-know-who).

David will actually be staying on this rig for this entire hitch. The next time he's out, he'll probably be returning to the Thialf, as I reported previously...

Back To Europe

David has gone back offshore. But thankfully, he has NOT been re-stationed in the gulf. He was transferred to the North Sea. I'm so glad he is nowhere near the mess out there. In fact, right now he is on a vessel in the lovely city of Rotterdam (look - see how lovely!) Soon, he will be heading back to the Thialf, off the coast of Norway...

Last Weekend

We were in the city last weekend, and we saw a wonderful show at Ars Nova on saturday night. It was called Bloodsong Of Love, and had a really terrific rock score. Keep your ears peeled for this one - if it comes around again its really worth catching. Joe Iconis is the creator of this work.


So the theatre is on 54th and 10th. We went to the show with my cousin Halli, and we were staying down in Alphabet City, but it was such a lovely night, so after the show we had a bite at Hummus Kitchen on 9th Ave, and then started a nice long walk downtown.  But first we walked across town in the theatre district and instead of encountering the usual mayhem that is Times Square on a Saturday night, we encountered silence, desolation, police, and barricades.

As if we hadn't had enough drama over the past few weeks, we found ourselves walking along the perimeter of times square in a bizarre Vanilla Sky moment. I literally hadn't seen the theatre district EMPTY since September 12th. We were dumbstruck, but when the police finally told us that the area had been shut down due to a "Suspicious Package," we got the hell out of there toot sweet. Little did we know it was a car bomb...

The Highline

Happy Mother's Day, all you Mothers out there! It's not a very springy Mother's Day here in Ithaca. In fact, it snowed this morning (no joke.) But it was summery and hot last weekend in NYC. In honor of our mommas, here are some beautiful pics we took while visiting The Highline.

The Highline is an elevated public park that was recently built atop an abandoned elevated railway line on the west side of Manhattan, above 10th Avenue. Here's some more history - it's really worth reading!

All the changes to the Highline are very new.

The first segment (Ganesvoort St - 20th St) only opened to the public a year ago. Can't wait to watch it's progress as this new NYC landmark evolves...

The views are stunning.

Hard to capture on film - just visit!

First Hand Accounts

http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/37033430/ns/us_news-the_new_york_times//

‘We all were sure we were going to die’

Workers tell of the night their oil rig exploded

By Ian Urbina and Justin Gillis

updated 10:18 a.m. ET, Sat., May 8, 2010

NEW ORLEANS - Nearly 50 miles offshore at the big oil rig floating on a glassy-calm sea, a helicopter landed early on the morning of April 20, carrying four executives from BP, the oil company. The men were visiting theDeepwater Horizon to help honor the crew for its standout safety record.

The rig workers were buzzing for another reason. They were nearly done with the latest job. It had been a little tricky, but it was nothing they could not handle.

As night fell, Micah Joseph Sandell, 40, was in the small cab of his crane, three stories above the bustling deck.

Two floors down from the helipad, men in red coveralls waited for dinner in a hall lined with gold safety plaques. Eugene Dewayne Moss, a 37-year-old crane operator, realized he needed to tear himself away from a movie to get ready for his overnight shift.

"I thought, Oh man, I've got to go," Mr. Moss recalled. "I got up, turned my TV off."

Seconds later, a thundering explosion rocked the rig, the beginning of a terrifying night for the men who would survive one of the most harrowing disasters in the history of the oil business.

Tornado of fireAll over the ship, men snapped into action. Sleeping workers leapt from their beds. Then came a second explosion, even louder than the first.

They later struggled to describe it — a tornado of fire, a nuclear bomb, a jet engine exploding. But a half-dozen rig workers interviewed this week all agreed on one thing, recalling that moment: "We all were sure we were going to die," said Dennis Dewayne Martinez, 30, a supervisor on the rig.

The Deepwater Horizon was one of the most sophisticated drilling rigs on the planet.

Commissioned in 2001, the ship, 396 feet from stem to stern, could park in the water, lock onto satellites to measure an exact position and shoot water out of a series of thrusters to maintain that position.

Even with waves crashing against the keel, the rig could steady itself for the precision work of sending drill pipes more than six miles down, dead straight, through the ocean floor and deep into the earth’s crust.

Only the year before, the Horizon had set a world record by punching through 35,000 feet of water and rock — nearly seven miles — in the Gulf of Mexico, creating a well called Tiber for BP, the oil giant once known as British Petroleum.

Celebrating oil discoveryThis time, the Horizon was drilling an exploratory well about 47 miles off the Louisiana coast, in a stretch of the sea floor known as Mississippi Canyon Block 252. BP and some partners had paid the federal government $34 million for the lease, and the Horizon crew had celebrated when they found oil there.

But the Horizon was a drill ship, not a production vessel, so the workers had been told to cap the well for later use and move on to the next job.

Up on the bridge that April night, the officers were keeping close watch on the Damon B. Bankston, a 260-foot cargo ship that was pumping special drilling mud through a hose from the rig.

The job of sinking the well had gone relatively smoothly — extending the well, pipe by pipe, until it punched through to the oil below. Then the crew shoved a final long stretch of pipe deep into the reservoir.

As the job unfolded, however, the workers did have intermittent trouble with pockets of natural gas. Highly flammable, the gas was forcing its way up the drilling pipes.

This was something BP had not foreseen as a serious problem, declaring a year earlier that gas was likely to pose only a "negligible" risk. The government warned the company that gas buildup was a real concern and that BP should "exercise caution."

At one point during the previous several weeks, so much of it came belching up to the surface that a loudspeaker announcement called for a halt to all "hot work," meaning any smoking, welding, cooking or any other use of fire. Smaller belches, or "kicks," had stalled work as the job was winding down.

By mid-April, the crew was in the mop-up stages of the operation. The day before the blast, workers from Halliburton, the oil services contractor, had finished one of the trickiest tasks in building a well: encasing it in cement, with a temporary plug of cement near the bottom of the pipe to seal the well.

'Almost done, baby!'The Halliburton workers used a less common technique for the cement, whipping nitrogen gas into it to create a kind of mousse. This type of cement, if used correctly, forms a tighter seal, but it is trickier to handle.

Still, all in all, it had been a pretty routine job for the Horizon.

"Almost there," said one supervisor as he left the 11 a.m. daily meeting on April 20. "We’re almost done, baby!"

Some of the men had heard they might even get a bonus for finishing ahead of deadline.

It happened so fast.

Just before 10 p.m., the crew was using seawater to flush drilling mud out of the pipes. Suddenly, with explosive fury, water and mud came hurtling up the pipes and onto the deck, followed by the ominous hiss of natural gas. In seconds, it touched some spark or flame.

Three stories above the deck, the blast blew Mr. Sandell out of his seat and to the back of his cab. As he scrambled down the ladder, fire leaped up to envelop him. Another explosion sent him flying 25 feet to the ground.

"I took off running," Mr. Sandell said. "How, I can’t tell you."

He joined the other men in a sprint to the two lifeboats on the rig’s bow. Men were climbing over one another to get inside the covered lifeboats, which look like capsules and can hold up to 50 men each.

The assistant driller who was supposed to take muster — or roll call — panicked. Instead, he handed Mr. Martinez the clipboard before climbing into a lifeboat.

"Hurry up!" the men already in the boats screamed. "Lower the lifeboat!"

Tower in flamesMr. Martinez said they needed to wait for others. The men in the boats yelled that there was no more time — the 242-foot steel tower in the center of the rig was engulfed in flames. They were certain it was going to fall their way.

In one lifeboat, a worker lay on the deck, trying to stanch the blood flowing from a deep gash in his neck. Others tried to rub the insulation from their eyes, after the walls of their cabins collapsed. Still others were caked in the clay-brown mud that had shot out of the well after the first explosion.

Most of the men had on bright orange life jackets. Some men, having been thrown from their bunks, wore little else.

Not everyone could get to the boats. Through a porthole, Mr. Moss watched as some co-workers — black silhouettes against the flames — jumped from the rig. "You can’t see them good enough to tell if they had life jackets on or anything," he said.

Within 10 minutes, the two lifeboats closed their doors and dropped about 100 feet down to the water below.

A small boat was nearby. Albert Andry III, a recreational fisherman, and his buddies were bobbing near the rig, trying to catch the fish that schooled near it.

'Go! Go! Go!'
When Mr. Andry — who was contacted by a reporter after he posted an account of his experience on the Internet — noticed water gushing from the center of the rig, one of his friends, who had worked on rigs, knew something was wrong.

"Go! Go! Go! Go! Gooooo!" the friend yelled. Mr. Andry opened his throttle wide, covering 100 yards or so before the rig exploded.

"The rig blew a few more explosions after that and began to burn down," he wrote later on a Web message board, where he also posted photos and videos of the scene. "Some of the rig began dripping into the water and the platform tilted in and turned RED HOT."

From their lifeboats, the Horizon crew radioed for help. The Bankston, the cargo boat that was attached to the rig when the blowout began, had managed to pull away, and now the captain was pulling survivors off the lifeboats.

Frantic emergency calls summoned planes, helicopters and Coast Guard fireboats to the stricken rig.

On the Bankston, the men cried. They prayed. Nobody talked much as they watched the orange tongues of flame from the Horizon lick the sky, reflecting off the still water.

The men were kept aboard the rescue ship, in the middle of the ocean, for a full 12 hours. Worse than the wait, they said, was being forbidden to call their families. The men were told that the Coast Guard wanted to conduct interviews before the workers spoke to family or anyone else.

Rumors spread that the BP executives who had visited the rig were up on the Bankston’s bridge using the ship’s radio or a satellite phone to call home.

Helicopters thwocked overhead. Boats darted around the rig searching for survivors. Word soon came that 11 were missing. (Of the 126 on board at the time of the disaster, 115 survived, of whom 17 were injured.)

As he watched the hulking rig, his home for much of the past eight years, slowly tilt and falter, Mr. Martinez thought about his father’s ring. The only time he ever took the ring off was when he was working. It was now headed to the bottom of the sea.

"I lost my daddy when I was 23, he was 46," he said.

Pork chops and hot dogsAnother worker, startled by a memory, jammed his hand into his pocket. He pulled out a small photograph of his son. He caught his breath, stared at it, then exhaled.

Finally, the Bankston started its 12-hour journey back to shore. It stopped on the way to pick up a couple of medics from another rig. At a second stop, it picked up Coast Guard officials, who immediately began passing out forms for the men to fill out and to describe what they saw. Some were pulled aside for interviews.

Some relief arrived: blankets, and for supper, pork chops and hot dogs.

Conversation followed, but mostly they just traded questions. What could possibly have gone so horribly wrong? If the cement job worked, how had gas leaked up the pipe and sparked? Others wondered about a device on the sea floor called a blowout preventer and why it did not seem to have activated.

Pulling in to Port Fourchon, the men fell silent again.

"To me it all felt like a nightmare," Mr. Sandell said. "And I still wasn’t sure if I was awake.

As he and others climbed off the Bankston, they were greeted by several Coast Guard and company officials sitting around a table stacked with forms.

Behind the table was a row of portable toilets. And as the crew members approached, each was handed a cup for a mandatory drug test. The search for an explanation would begin with them. That search continues.

Ian Urbina reported from New Orleans, and Justin Gillis from New York. Andrew Lehren contributed reporting from New York, and Clifford Krauss from Houma, La. Toby Lyles contributed research.