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Friday, April 27, 2021

There was a time when I absolutely could not abide taking a nap. Far from refreshing me physiologically, a quickie sleep would actually make me more tired once I woke up. I felt as though I might as well just go ahead and pack it in for an extended several hours of regular slumber — but that’d be impractical in the middle of the day, which most people consider to be prime napping time.

Several years of chronic sleep-deprivation later, and now I nod off practically on command whenever I have a spare few minutes. I still don’t think it replenishes me, but I’ve got to get that REM time in somehow.

Maybe in lieu of lunch, I can make a workday habit of dropping in for a Yelo Power Nap. This Japanese-inspired concept allows you to rent out a sleeping pod for 20 to 40 minutes, for a rejuvenating spot of snooze. And it’s located on 57th Street near Columbus Circle, where I spend most of my office time. Couldn’t be more perfect.

I’ll see if those pods are big enough for more than single occupancy. I imagine the spa wouldn’t condone doubling up in their little sleepholes anyway — it would probably result in all sorts of sanitary issues.

by Costa Tsiokos, Fri 04/27/2007 08:41:26 PM
Category: New Yorkin'
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From the state that brought you the “bridge to nowhere” comes an undersea tunnel to — well, somewhere, anyway. The Bering Strait Tunnel Project is an ambitious $65-billion plan to link Siberia and Alaska via an undersea raillink.

The proposed 68-mile tunnel would be the longest in the world. It would also be the linchpin for a 3,700-mile railroad line stretching from Yakutsk - the capital of a gold- and mineral-rich Siberian region roughly the size of India - through extreme northeastern Russia, in waters up to 180 feet deep and into the western coast of Alaska. Winter temperatures there routinely hit minus 94 F.

This project would be more than twice as long as everyone’s current favorite underwater pipe, the Chunnel. And I have to think, probably a tenth of the charm: Galavanting between London and Paris, or slogging between Wales (Alaska) and Uelen (Russia).

by Costa Tsiokos, Fri 04/27/2007 08:07:21 PM
Category: Political
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That’s the alleged joke title of an alleged cupcake college course that I heard about a decade ago, while toiling at a metropolitan newspaper sports desk. It had to do with instructing tender incoming Division I student-athletes on proper demeanor and interaction with the reporters that hound them before and after gametime.

I rather like it. If you don’t get the sly dig, I’m afraid I’m not in a charitable enough mood to enlighten you.

This comes to mind because today, as part of the array of skills I bring to the table as a marketing consultant, I expect to be immersed in various public relations maneuverings. And just yesterday, I jokingly referred to myself as a piece of meat. Although given my grizzled veteran status, I’m not exactly Grade A prime cut anymore.

by Costa Tsiokos, Fri 04/27/2007 08:25:56 AM
Category: Media, Sports
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