Scam at the Soccer Field

We had some friends of ours invite us to the DC United soccer game yesterday.  Since we are pretty much all soccer/all of the time, of course we said yes.  We were especially excited to see the new Audi Field, since the last time we saw them play was in RFK.  (That was a sad experience.  A once great stadium being left to decay and ruin.  It was really bad).   We had a very nice brunch at Mission Navy Yard.  If you’re looking for fresh Mexican food and you’re down in the Wharf area, near Nats Park, I highly recommend it.

Anyway, we walked over to the stadium, and got in line to enter.  As we reached the metal detectors, however, both of us women were stopped and told that our bags were too big to bring into the stadium.  Now, mind you, my purse is 10″x 8″, and hers was even smaller.  Security was arguing with us about the size of them, and how they either had to be clear or fit in a gallon-sized plastic bag.

Side note:  Before writing this entry, I went to the Audi Field website to see if I could have been better prepared.  Nowhere on there (that I could find) does it say anything about bag sizes or anything of the sort.  DC United’s website does mention it, but if you haven’t been to a game at the new field, there’s no reason to think that the security there would be any different from any other stadium right?
Side note 2: I also found a bunch of articles from July and August of this year about the controversial new bag policy.  But once again, yesterday, there was no reason to expect security to be different.   

So back to Audi Field.  Her bag fit in the gallon ziploc, so she was allowed to keep hers.  Mine busted it, so security directed me to an area behind us where I could secure my bag until after the game.  Muttering all of the way, I went over to where there are a ton of people in line.  And I looked at the lockers. 

They were on a trailer.

That’s right.  A block of lockers, on a trailer with wheels, a trailer hitch and everything.  Because nothing instills confidence like leaving your purse in a mobile locker setup in Washington DC, right? (Where is a sarcasm font when you need it?)  

So I after I took out all of my money, my ID, my inhaler, sunglasses case and tried to stuff said items in my pockets, I joined the line to obtain a locker.  Everybody, and I mean EVERYbody in line was bitching about this policy.  There was a woman with a NY Red Bulls jersey (DCU’s opponent yesterday) loudly proclaiming, “We don’t even have this bulls*** in NYC!” Her grown daughter kept shushing her, but most of us in line agreed with the mom. A couple with children behind me was discussing whether it was even worth it and wondering if they should just go home.  (They decided to stay, but said they’d never come back until the policy changed.  This was a sentiment I heard repeated many times).  The woman in front of me was using her phone’s camera to photograph everything in her purse.  She looked at me and said, “This is probably the stupidest thing I have ever seen at a stadium.”  I agreed wholeheartedly.  

First stop in the line was a “security agent” who searched each of our bags.  And I mean Every. Single. Compartment.  Honestly, getting through TSA is less of a hassle.  Then we had to fill out a form, including our cell number, in order to obtain the key to the locker for our item(s).  Oh, and we had to pay $15.00 (cash or credit accepted).  Then a key was tossed to the man opening the lockers.  He instilled an awful lot of confidence, with his Bob Marley t-shirt and socks with marijuana leaves on them.  At that point, I was trying to figure out how to put every single item in my purse in my pockets, especially my credit cards.  

But instead, I told him the number I was given, he opened the locker (they were all master locks, not even locks set in the doors or anything) I put my purse in, he closed it, gave me a little wristband with the key attached, and told me I had until 30 minutes after the final whistle to come back and get my stuff.  The wristband also had a tag with the locker number, so I guarded that puppy with my life.  If lost, anyone could walk up and open the locker. There were no cross identity checks, ID check, or anything.  What type of security is LESS secure than letting people keep their bags?!?  

That whole process took at least 15 minutes.  In the long run, we didn’t miss much of the pre-game stuff, but it was extremely frustrating.  Fast forward to the end of the game.  I retrieved my bag with no issues and it seems as if everything was still in the place where I had left it.  In the end, no real harm, but plenty of foul!  Security was letting people with baby bags enter without even checking them.  People with clear bags were allowed in as well.  There were no boxes or dimensions to compare a bag to.  And on top of it all, most of the security at the gates was extremely rude. 

The day wasn’t entirely lost.  The weather held up (sun even came out), we had terrific seats above the goal, and we saw some awesome soccer (game ended in a 3-3 tie).  But Audi Field is going to have to revamp this policy, or at the very least make it more widely-known, if they expect people to return to support the team.  

Losing a Contemporary Legend

Most of you won’t recognize the name “Marin Mazzie” and honestly, there probably isn’t a reason that you should.  But to me, she was an amazing performer, a true force on the Broadway stage, and a legend in her own time.  She passed away yesterday at the age of 57, after a 3 year battle with ovarian cancer.  

Dad worked for airlines for several years, so it wasn’t that hard to hop on a plane for an extended weekend.  We used to travel to NYC, often with the sole purpose of seeing Broadway shows.  That was back when I was obsessed with musicals and still had dreams of being a dancer on Broadway.  Naturally, I was all about the dancing and the chorus numbers.  The singers?  I could take them or leave them.  I wasn’t (and still am not) a huge fan of soprano leads, because their voices can sometimes go too screechy;  some of them also (wrongly) consider themselves divas.  But Marin changed that for me; at least as far as she was concerned.  

On one trip in 1998, my mom and I went to see “Ragtime” at the Ford Center for Performing Arts.  It was a truly amazing production, but Marin was just stellar. In the part of Mother, she just owned the stage. Her high notes were mellow, but powerful.  Between her and Brian Stokes Mitchell, I had never seen a more incredible couple of performers onstage. I bought the CD and listened to it on repeat for months. Click the link for a clip of her show-stopping “Back to Before” (ignore the camera work and focus on her voice).  
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CeWhJz6FqQc    

A couple of years later, on another trip to NYC, I had the privilege of seeing her again, this time in one of my favorite shows, “Kiss Me Kate.”  Reunited with Stokes Mitchell, her Lilli Vanessi/Katherine was just wonderful.  She was haughty, fiery, coquettish, tempermental…simply a woman in love, and everything the dual roles called for.  Again, I was entranced by her voice.  Another CD, all worn out.

I am greatly saddened by her death, even though I haven’t followed Broadway as closely as I used to.  She gave me a greater appreciation of singers because she showed me how to be a true performer.  My own efforts in theater were greatly improved because of her examples.  She felt everything she performed; nothing was superficial.  In turn, she made the audience feel those same emotions.  That is a true gift.  And it will be sorely missed.  

Technology

This morning I woke up (at 5 am, but that’s another post) and checked my phone (as always).  Now, I don’t know about you, but I check apps and pages in a certain order.  I’m not obsessive about it, but I do think my days go differently depending on the order of the morning app-check.  Just kidding.

Sort of.

Anyway, before I go any further, I need to explain that my phone is now 2 generations old, and will be 3 down in March when the newest ones are released. Over the past few months, each update has made the phone worse and more unstable.  There was the update that temporarily wiped out my entire photo gallery, and the one that caused social media apps to open and close at random times.  Somewhere along the way, my notifications got turned off, and no matter how many times I manually reset it, they don’t appear.  (Sorry if any text or e-mail responses have been delayed, I don’t get the “you’ve got a message, dummy” pop up bubble anymore).  The next to last update caused random system pop ups, such as telling me an app had stopped working and needed to close…even though it had been disabled and/or never activated.  THAT one has been really annoying.

But this morning?  This one beat all.  I checked my text messages, and all of my contacts had disappeared.  Well, not exactly disappeared; the contacts are still listed, but they’re blank and not associated with the numbers anymore. The only people who remained were my husband and my son.  And I don’t even text them the most, so it’s not a matter of usage.

Now I have messages that are from strings of numbers.  And the group messages?  Forget about it; those are like a trigonometry nightmare. I decided that since I had all of the time in the world before our morning commitments, I would set in to update people.  Have you ever tried to remember who you were having what conversation with, while working on 3 hours of sleep and no coffee?

So, yeah.  If you hear from me over the next few days and I am referencing a topic you’ve never heard of, it’s because I don’t know who you are and I’m still trying to sort it all. (Those of you who don’t share the same area code as me are in the clear;  you guys I can figure out). I know I could just text everyone and say “okay, who are you?”  But I’m one of those people who is bad about clearing out old text messages, so I literally have text conversations going back 2 years.  That could get awkward really fast.    

Remember when we just used phones to make phone calls, and didn’t have to worry about any of this?  Ahhhhh, good times….

Never Forget

I debated whether or not I wanted to post today, because we try so hard each year to make it a “normal” day.  But I still can’t let it go by unrecognized.  I wrote the piece below last year.  But the statistics have a grim update:  

  • The number of first responders (and others who were in the WTC area) diagnosed with cancer has climbed to almost 10,000
  • In 2017, 23 current or former members of the NYPD died of 9/11-related diseases.  That’s the same number of NYPD members who died on September 11, 2001
  • According to foundation that supports 9/11 rescue and recovery workers, there have been more losses so far in 2018 (163) than in any year since they started tabulating in 2008
  • By the end of 2018, it is expected that those who died from toxic exposure will surpass the number killed on the actual day.  NOTE: just last year, they didn’t expect this to happen until 2020.  

FROM 2017:   Please take a couple of minutes to read this. I know everyone has a lot going on…

I’m currently watching CSPAN2 coverage of the ceremonies at Ground Zero. Always a gut punch (RIP Steve and Mike).

But I wanted to let people know some other statistics, according to the WTC Health Program. It started tracking data in 2011, so anything that occurred in the first 10 years after the attacks is not included in these numbers.

-over 1300 deaths have been attributed to 9/11 related illnesses 
-92% of those were first responders
-there are nearly 77,000 survivors and responders who are enrolled
-roughly half of those enrolled have at least one certified illness attributed to 9/11
-about 6,600 have some kind of cancer, and almost 7,400 have respiratory disorders.

-it is expected that by 2020, only 3 years from now, the number of people who will have died from illnesses that can be directly attributed to 9/11 will surpass the actual number who died in the immediate attacks.

This is the reality we face. This is what we live every day. The shock of yet another friend’s diagnosis; strain of seeing friends deteriorate; another racket to attend; another name added to the list.

The worry at every cough.

And we won’t even go into the ghosts and memories that continue to haunt.

For some, “neverforget” is a hashtag that comes up once a year. And that’s very important, especially in today’s world of the divisiveness and polarization. But for many, we never forget because we just can’t. It’s always in front of us, facing us, challenging us. And we continue to fight.

If you made it this far, thank you so much for reading.

#September11 #WTC #NYPD
#NewYorksFinest
#NeverForget
#WeRemember

Melkam Addis Amet

Happy New Year!  

Nine years ago, we found a new way to recognize 9/11.  In Ethiopia, today is Enkutatash, and it marks the beginning of their New Year.  Ethiopia’s calendar is a solar calendar, so it has different dates.  In fact, the Ethiopian calendar is always 7-8 years behind the western Gregorian, so it is actually 2011 there.

I fully believe in the universe speaking through events and actions.  In my mind, it is no coincidence that the kid who has brought us such happiness is from Ethiopia. AND that they celebrate a new year on the very day that changed our lives forever (we found out about the date connection only after he came home).  It is a constant reminder that we heal, that life goes on, and that joy can be found in each new year.  

If you’re interested in learning more about the Ethiopian calendar or Ethiopia in general, please visit www.ethiopian-online.com and/or rainbowftf.ngo

Reflections on Social Media

Yesterday I was on Facebook the same as always.  Checked in with some of my friends, posted in a few groups, found a few book recommendations…nothing out of the ordinary.  A few hours later I went to check back in, and I had been logged out of all of my accounts across all devices.  Not only from Facebook itself, but also from Messenger.  I tried to log back in, but my ID/password was not being recognized.  I went through all of the steps to recover my account, but nothing worked.  I then went to a help page where I was asked to submit a photo ID for identity verification.  Now, this makes no sense, because I rarely use personal photos for my profile picture…so how would FB know if the photo was accurate?  Regardless, I scanned one (with redacted info) for verification.  That link was broken.  I finally gave up and went to bed.  This morning, I tried the whole process again…and it fortunately worked.

FB asked for a two-factor identification system, but wouldn’t accept the codes from the 3rd party app that THEY had recommended to me.  I kept getting the message that I could go to the FB app, then click on Menu/Settings/Security/etc to get the code verification.  Seriously?  Telling someone that they need to go to an area that is only accessible via log-in to get information that they need to log in, when they can’t log in to begin with?  #facebooklogic

So what have I learned from this experience?  Yes, it was less than 24 hours.  No, I wasn’t going through FB withdrawal.  What concerns me is the suddenness.  There was no warning. I don’t know how I got logged out of my accounts.  I didn’t do it. I realized that nearly all of the contacts I have made are solely through FB.  For the most part, that isn’t too worrisome because we know how FB friends can be, but I have some potential work contacts and it would be a problem to lose access to them.

The re-verification process was unnecessarily complicated, but I found out that it could be simpler.  

  1. Add a cell number to your account.  I resisted doing so, because I didn’t want them to have that info.  It would have saved me a lot of time if I had had it connect though.
  2. Add trusted friends.  FB allows you to add 3-5 friends who will be allowed to send you a link to gain access to your account if you ‘ve been locked out.
  3. Never assume that it can’t happen to you.  I was waaaaay more political in 2016-2017 than I have been recently.  I would have expected it back then; now, it is just a mystery.

Most importantly, however, is to take whatever contacts are vital to you, and make a real life connection outside of social media.  You don’t realize the reliance you have until it is inaccessible.  Make the personal connections in real life.  If they live too far away, exchange e-mails and/or phone numbers for texting.  Look at what and who matter, and make sure you don’t lose them. 

BOOK REVIEW: “Petals and Stones”

Joanne Burn
9/06/2018

Guys, this is one you don’t want to miss!  The catalysts for the story are two things a woman hopes to never have to deal with in her marriage, and the main character, Uma, has to deal with them both in a short amount of time.  Her journey as she deals with the emotions brought about by the events, while trying to recover and rediscover herself, is poignant but also thought-provoking.  I know that it made me take a step back and answer some of the same questions Uma asked herself.  Fortunately for me, my answers were different…but it definitely made me recognize some important things I had overlooked.  My Goodreads review is below.

This exploration of what happens when two different life-changing events collide into one big maelstrom of emotion is hauntingly beautiful.  Joanne Burn has created a story that is both reflective and thought-provoking.  As Uma recovers from the one-two punch of events, she is forced to re-evaluate her life choices.  Through Uma’s journey, the author explores issues such as the emphasis on image over truth in a marriage, whether something built on a lie is sustainable, and why it sometimes takes a tragedy to recognize the reality of a situation.  The author also uses symbolism effectively, specifically the lighting of fires (for cooking or warmth) to illustrate Uma’s inner fire being relit.  I especially liked that she used the four elements (air, fire, water, earth) as a basis for Uma’s healing: the way Uma was swept along by the breeze of her marriage (and the winds that signify change as she comes to her realizations), the previously mentioned fires, the ocean that calls to Uma and invigorates her, and the spices, stones, and flower petals that finally give her the answers she has been looking for. An excellent book that should be at the top of anyone’s TBR list!  Thank you to NetGalley, Legend Press, and the author for an ARC in exchange for an honest review.         

Tough one

The rain absolutely poured down, literally creating ponds and streams on and around the fields.  Fortunately, they play on turf.  Unfortunately, we stood in mud.  It’s what we do.

They lost 2-1, so it was a tough way to start the season.  But, they lost to this team by 5-7 goals twice last season, so we are going with “they made great improvement.”  

I think it’s going to take us until tomorrow to dry out.

It ain’t fair

Why can we get the 2019 Africa Cup of Nations Qualifying match between Equatorial Guinea and Sudan, from Equatorial Guinea, yet STILL NOT GET A FREAKING MLB GAME?!?!?

And don’t even get me started on Turkish soccer….

Opening Day

Today is the first game of the 2018-19 DA season.  Nearly half of the team from last year didn’t make the cut for this year, so everyone is excited to see how this new team fares.  Reports from practices over the past month have been largely positive.  

It’s been super hot all week, and today it’s raining (of course).  I won’t complain…can’t imagine standing in 100+ heat.  And I definitely won’t miss worrying my kid’s hydration when the turf is usually 10-15 degrees hotter.  

Good luck to all DA teams today!

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