November 27, 2006

  • how cool! i want one.

     

    www.snopes.com

     

    Claim:   American Express issues a special black card that allows its holders to buy anything.

    Status:   True.


    Origins:   Every

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    now and then, a long-lived rumor spawns a real-life counterpart when someone in the business world comes to the startling realization that there is corporate gold to be mined by cashing in on what people are already committed to believing. Thus, thanks to the infamous $250 cookie recipe legend Neiman-Marcus now sells a chocolate chip cookie, and McDonald's (on behalf of its Ronald McDonald Houses) collects pull tabs for a charitable cause.

    Another potential entry in this category is American Express, a company dogged for years by a rumor that it handed out black AmEx cards entitling holders to purchase anything up to jet fighters and beyond. While people insist a few of those fabled cards were provided to the ultra-privileged (those who had millions of dollars in American Express bank accounts; Imelda Marcos and the like) from 1984 to 1987, and a 1988 Wall Street Journal article appears to support that claim, whatever the truth about those chargeplates of lore, in 1999 the corporation finally bowed to the belief and began openly offering a real card at least somewhat in line with the rumor.

    (It's possible AmEx issued a special card that wasn't a chargeplate to the super-privileged back in the 1980s. That 1988 Wall Street Journal article described the black card as "high-class ID for check-cashing" even as it made clear nothing could be charged on the card; AmEx cardholders were still required to use their platinum, gold, or green cards to make purchases.)

    In 1999 American Express announced the introduction of its Centurion™ card. Available only by invitation to selected Platinum card members, this black credit card promises to simplify the lives of the harried rich. In exchange for its hefty annual fee (initially $1,000 US, but now $2,500), cardholders receive automatic upgrades on fifteen of the world's leading airlines. They also receive assistance in securing hard-to-come-by tickets for popular events, reservations at trendy restaurants, and shopping for Christmas gifts. Someone from the service will even call to remind cardholders of upcoming anniversaries. It is akin to having a personal concierge always on call.

    "There had been rumors going around that we had this ultra-exclusive black card for elite customers," says Doug Smith, director of American Express Europe. "It wasn't true, but we decided to capitalize on the idea anyway. So far we've had a customer buy a Bentley and another charter a jet."

    Other card member tales:

    • One cardholder wanted to locate and purchase the horse ridden by Kevin Costner in Dances with Wolves. The horse was located in a stud ranch in Mexico, purchased and delivered to Europe.

    • Another cardholder wanted a handful of sand from the Dead Sea for a child's school project on the Holy Land. Someone was dispatched by motorcycle to the shores of the Dead Sea to obtain the sand, which was couriered back to London.

    • Yet another cardholder required American Express to organize a wedding, including designing the wedding card, drawing maps to direct guests to the banquet, renting tuxedos and shoes for guests, and preparing the hotel room with a jacuzzi for the wedding night.

    • And for another cardholder who aspired to be an actress and wanted to be part of the crew of a weekly soap opera on TV, American Express contacted the director and arranged for an audition.
    According to cardholder and record producer Nellee Hooper, the Centurion "arrives at your house with a security guard. You get this big, black, velvet-lined box, with a special mini-computer and two black cards in it, one for business, one for pleasure." If you put your card in the mini-computer, it tells you how much you've spent.

    Hooper was probably attempting to add to the black card's mystique by speaking with his tongue planted in his cheek, however. Some of our readers who possess Centurion cards have reported that their new plastic arrived with no hoopla at all, nary a security guard nor a mini-computer. They did receive two cards, but it wasn't a case of one card for business and one for pleasure — one card was the Centurion charge card and the other was a 'Priority Pass' (also black and gold) which allows them into first-class lounges the world over but can't actually be used to pay for anything.

    Yet for all of its snob appeal, the Centurion is still a thing of mystery. Though we located numerous references to it on the American Express web site, nothing we came across explicitly outlined its eligibility requirements or benefits. The card cannot be applied for; it is either proffered by AmEx or it is not. As to how the company decides whom it should offer the preferred plastic to, according to American Express their applications for Centurion cards are generally provided to customers who annually charge $150,000 or more to other AmEx cards. Centurion cards are not offered to anyone who has been a cardholder for less than a year.

    Long ago, when all that existed was the rumor, we asked ourselves what value there would be in having credit cards so little known they would not be recognized by merchants when presented. Apparently that minor consideration pales in the light of the chargeplates' inherent cachet — at least in their users' eyes, their scarcity seems to more than counterbalance the occasional store clerk's viewing them with suspicion.

    Black charge cards have progressed from the realm of urban lore into reality. The black AmEx is now not even unique in that Britain's NatWest came out with its version of an ebony premium charge card in 2002.

    Given the annual fees attaching to such premium cards and in light of the interest rates they carry, we're quite content with our less dusky plastic.

    Barbara "black adders" Mikkelson

  • Midway on our life’s journey, I found myself
    In dark woods, the right road lost.

     

     

    god...

     

    ***

    Drink wine.
    This is life eternal.
    This is all that youth will give to you.
    It is the season for wine, roses and drunken friends.
    Be happy for this moment. This moment is your life.

    The Rubaiyat by Omar Khayyam

     

     

     

    And this, and so much more?
    It is impossible to say just what I mean!
    But as if a magic lantern threw the nerves in patterns on a screen:
    Would it have been worth while
    If one, settling a pillow or throwing off a shawl
    And turning toward the window, should say:
    "That is not it at all,
    That is not what I meant, at all."


    The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock, T.S. Eliot

     

     

     

November 21, 2006

  • h-y pics yay!

    lynnepoptart

    the banner that shows up in most of our college pics!

    roomies

    yayy roomies reunited :D

     

    meeating

    a bit too excited about erika's pie...

     

    mejacki

    yayy my jacki!!

     

    scorpion bowl

     

    and of course, finishing up at the kong...OH how i miss it!!!

November 15, 2006

  • oh my god...my god...please make it stop. what proof how how unnatural this whole war business is...

     

     

     

     

     

    Soldier pleads guilty in Iraq killings

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    FORT CAMPBELL, Kentucky (AP) -- One of four U.S. soldiers accused of raping an Iraqi girl last spring and killing her and her family pleaded guilty Wednesday and will testify against the others.

    Spc. James P. Barker agreed to the plea deal to avoid the death penalty, said his civilian attorney, David Sheldon.

    The killings in Mahmoudiya, a village about 20 miles south of Baghdad, were among the worst in a series of alleged attacks on civilians and other abuses by military personnel in Iraq.

    Sgt. Paul E. Cortez and Pfc. Jesse V. Spielman, both members of the 101st Airborne Division with Barker, could face the death penalty if convicted in the case in courts-martial at Fort Campbell.

    Former Army private Steve Green, 21, pleaded not guilty last week to charges including murder and sexual assault.

    Green was discharged from the Army for a "personality disorder" before the allegations became known, and prosecutors have yet to say if they will pursue the death penalty against him.

    The indictment accuses Green and others of raping the 14-year-old girl and burning her body to conceal their crimes. It also alleges that Green and four others stationed at a nearby checkpoint killed the girl's father, mother and 6-year-old sister.

    Barker has given investigators vivid accounts of the assault. An investigator testified during a hearing in August that Barker had said the soldiers drank whiskey and played cards while plotting the assault, that Barker, Cortez and Green took turns raping the girl, and that Green shot her and her family.

    Copyright 2006 The Associated Press. All rights reserved.This material may not be published, broadcast, rewritten, or redistributed.

November 14, 2006

  • the hero and heroine of this story i hesitate to describe in brute detail, because there is almost something wrong with the ideal of them, wrong because it was too correct, a caricature of human physiology that cannot exist purely because its existence brings a catatrophic contrast to the sheer imperfection of our own happy endings. she: fair, a smidge doll-like, a little the pretty side, nondescriptly delicate. he: typical athlete gone a little soft, but strangely statuesque, of inexplicable stateliness that contained undeniable wittiness and tragic humor. but together, they were perfection.

    allow me to illustrate this point by describing the appearance of their unfortunate significant others -

    his was marginally dark-skinned, tall, like he was (a perfect ratio, really), atheltic build; in all fairness, attractive. but compared to her? a walnut-skinned being of shifty slanty eyes, overly masculine features. and hers? lean, poised, placidly handsome and impeccably mannered. but compared to him...a garden gnome.

    what awful luck that they were to meet that Tuesday evening sitting face-to-face in coach seats of the airtrain. if it is possible that each of us has a unique extrasensory perception that emanates the skin and surrounds us (a cellophane wrap of subconscious pheromonic attraction), that may have explained the beginnings of their recognization of one other.

    on the right side of the coach seats, in midst of shameless PDA - a soft kiss, puppy-like nuzzling of her hair, faintly fragrant, a mere hint, only, usually drove him crazy. but his eyes for the first time shifted, just a little. it was imperceptible to any sane person, but they slid, like oil torn by loyalty to the engine and to gravity, giving in to a force none of us can honestly claim we understand. they slid until dangerously close to their target, violet depths that he had actually never experienced in the flesh, then common sense removed the autopilot and he kissed her again, almost urgently...

    but it was enough so that she remembered-

    there they had met, dark alley, vintage masks strangely insectoid until taken off to reveal two intellectual and spiritual physical equals, breaths steady, backs slightly arched, eyes half-closed but locked so that nothing could have budged the connection. they were not afraid. the pool left by street lamplight cast the evening into dark classic detective film hues, flat yellow and jet black.
    but baby, baby, it didn't actually happen. there was no seedy hotel room. it's in your mind. my mind. her mind. but there was no seedy hotel room, it didn't happen-

    what was the big deal, anyway? he hadn't actually done anything. the betrayal wasn't in what he had done.

    the betrayal was in his eyes.

November 12, 2006

November 10, 2006

November 9, 2006

  •  

     

     

    wyndaengel: <(  -''-  )> + <(    '.'    )> = <3
    wyndaengel: (that's "love", not "balls")
    bentoboxsushi: hahahahaha

     

     

     

     

     

    my life, in a cartoon:

     

    44144_m  

     

    ***

    the other part of work: "keeping my coworker company" while waiting for our data requests to come in:

     

    Inbox
    Who                     Date                    Time              Subject        
    J. Li                      11/9/2006            2:15 pm          <(  '.' o)    
    E. Nazan               11/9/2006            2:17 pm          >-('.')-< 
    J. Li                      11/9/2006            2:18 pm          <(   '.'    o)
    E. Nazan               11/9/2006            2:20 pm         >>-('.')-<<     <(  '.'  o)
    J. Li                      11/9/2006            2:21 pm           ?!
    E. Nazan               11/9/2006            2:24 pm           pushed your little guy out of my blackberry with mine
    J. Li                       11/9/2006            2:25 pm          oh yeah?!
    J. Li                       11/9/2006            2:26 pm          (v  ^.^ )>    ((((((O       >>-(>.<)-<<
    E. Nazan               11/9/2006            2:30 pm          hahaha
    J. Li                       11/9/2006            2:32 pm          i win u lose
    E. Nazan                11/9/2006           2:35 pm          guess whose xls just came in   Attachment: azx.xls (5.2MB)
    J. Li                       11/9/2006            2:38 pm          NooOOOOOOO

     

    *~*~*

    on the subject of kirbies...

     

     

    happy kirby                 <(  ^.^  )>

    blushing kirby              <(  -''-  )>


    constipated kirby            (v  *.* )


    innocent kirby               <(  9.9  )>

    punching kirby               (o  '.'  )>

    hello kirby                     (v  '.'  ^)  

    high five kirby                (^  ''  ^)

    headache kirby                (v  *-.- )


    love kirbies                     (o  -''-)(v    '.'  )


    dancing kirby                  <(  '' v) (v  '' ^ ) (v  '' )>


    asleep kirby                    (v  =.= )


    irritated kirby                     (v  *~.~) 

    Wyndaengel Signature (TM) Kirby     <(  o'.'o  )>
                

     

November 2, 2006

  • because sarah and merr are crazy, we somehow ended up going out last night (WEDNESDAY NIGHT!), which resulted in the following text messages of shame:

     

     

    From: 212-446-4446
    nice mtg u & ur roommates last nite twas a quality evening
    what are u guys doin this wknd

    Thu, Nov 2, 9:20am

    From: 212-556-1001
    hey you let's go out again tonite, just wake up?

    Thu, Nov 2, 10:02 am

    From: my boss
    CHECK YOUR EMAIL.


    Thu, Nov 2, 11:15 am

     

     

     

     

     

     

    AHHHHHH!