I have a long personal relationship with the Eiffel Tower given that I have spent a lot of time in Paris (or its suburbs).
Then, after a stint in New Delhi, my adoptive parents moved to Paris, full-time, as diplomats, from 1978 to 1992. I was living in Britain at the time and would visit at least 3 times a year, typically for at least a week at a time. My parents lived in two different apartments in Paris. Both had views of the Eiffel Tower. In one, I could lay in the guest bedroom bed and see the Tower. That was cool.
As of about 1984 my THING was to CLIMB the Tower. Yes, you were able to climb up to the 2nd floor observation deck and climb down. So, rather than taking the elevator I would climb. There were days when I would climb it twice. Climbing is fun because you really get to enjoy the scenery. I can’t remember the ‘deal’. I want to say that it was FREE to climb BUT I could be wrong there. Cost was not a factor in those days. Typically my mother insisted on paying for everything and my adoptive parents were rich.
You weren’t allowed to climb above the 2nd platform THOUGH there is, of course, stairs going ALL the way to the top. Gustave Eiffel had his office right at the top and would CLIMB to/from there multiple times a day.
Ahhh! The Eiffel Tower.
++++ Check Category ‘Events’ for other related posts >>>>
Click image to ENLARGE and enjoy here.
I have some degree of claustrophobia. It is not major but there are situations that make me uncomfortable. Long ago I discovered that I do not like enclosed elevators — precisely because of this nightmare. I would not do well trapped in an elevator. I do know folks who have been trapped — albeit never for that long — and I have nothing but utmost respect for them. If at all possible I try not to be in an elevator on my own and whenever I get into one I make sure that I know where the emergency button is and if there is a phone. Given the option I would rather take the stairs than use an elevator — and part of that is that, just one of my manifold foibles, I do like to climb/run up stairs. Eight or nine floors is not a problem. When my adopted parents lived in Paris, which they did for 18 years, I would regularly climb to the 2nd floor of the Eiffel Tower — sometimes doing it twice a day. I have walked up 18 floors, in London, carrying a 30lb Datascope (an early network diagnostic tool).
My heart bleed for this poor lady. Shouldn’t somebody have heard her. A month.
Only in China. Now I feel GUILTY that we too partook in the Chinese New Year while this poor lady was dying! I hope the negligent workers are thrown in jail, ideally in solitary for months on end.
++++ Search on ‘election’ for many other related posts from past years >>>>
…by Anura Guruge
1/ FitBit Ultra Wireless — I Am NOT That Impressed! — October 5, 2012.
2/ We Are Now A ‘FitBit Ultra’ Couple – NOT! — Sept. 6, 2012.
Per my October 5 post (above) you could see that I was getting increasingly disenchanted, aggravated and unimpressed.
I went to recharge and re-synch my FitBit Ultra very, very early Saturday morning, i.e., October 6. I typically work till mid-night. Then I save my work, online, and start closing down my work PC. I knew we were going to Sandwich Fair first thing Saturday morning. So, before going to bed, I decided to power up my XP machine, charge up the FitBit and get it to Synch.
So to see if it would make a difference, I slotted in the FitBit into the cradle, adjusted it a few times to make sure that it was properly seated, before I powered up the PC. Started up the FitBit Dashboard. Annoying message: ‘You haven’t synched your FitBit lately‘. But, they are so stupid that they don’t provide a button (or a link) next to the message to force a damn sync. Bloody FitBit.
It said it was last synched on Oct. 3. So, I then went through the usual inane dance. Press the damn button. Press it again. Nothing. Nothing. Take it off the cradle. Put it back. Refresh the stupid Dashboard. Go back and forth on the days hoping that that would force a resynch. This time around I didn’t bother to shutdown and restart the FitBit service. Unplugged the USB cable, Plugged it in. Jiggled the idiotic Dashboard. Still nothing. By now I had spent 15 minutes doing NOTHING else but trying to get this piece of junk to resynch. It was 12:20 am. I had enough. I was not going to spend another second with this poorly designed, cheaply made gizmo.
It was a birthday present from Deanna and she loves her unit. So, I wasn’t going to toss it out of the window. I am noted for that; tossing things that aggravate me irrespective of the cost. So I took the FitBit and the cradle and left it on Deanna’s laptop. I do not want it. I will not use it again. We are through. As far as I am concerned FitBit is junk.
I also don’t need a FitBit. I have proven that I am nowhere close to as sedentary as Deanna as Deanna tried to make me out. I don’t walk 10,000 steps a day, but I appear never to walk less that 7,500. Per the FitBit I also climb, daily, without exception, at least 50 flights of stairs. That confirmed my assertion that I go up and down the 3 flights of stairs we have in this house MORE than anybody else. Plus, I run my 2.5 miles, with 5 pounds of weights, up a steep hill 6 times day — in general. 3 days on, 1 day off, 3 days on — UNLESS I am really ill, the temp is BELOW 5F (yes, 5 Fahrenheit, not Celsius … meaning we are talking 27 degrees BELOW freezing) or like toady, I am going to end up walking for over 3 miles (in this case going door-to-door in Gilford, NH for Obama). So, I have a routine. I don’t need motivation. Self-motivation is built in. I am more active than most and definitely cover more elevation in a day than most cover in 3 days. So screw the FitBit. I don’t want it, I don’t need one.
I have told Deanna to give it to Devanee.