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Times Select Week

November 6, 2006 By pia

If you live in New York and want to express dissatisfaction with the the Democratic Party but want to vote for the candidates, vote Working Family. It’s all the same candidates on a different line. Simple.

Tom Waits is releasing a new three, I think the DJ said, CD set in two weeks. I’m listening to one song now, and it proves all over why he’s the one. He gave the single best–Broadway, concert, anything show that I have ever seen. Three hours of Tom Waits and he left you wanting more. It was at The Beacon, and I will miss living two blocks from it, but why am I living in the most expensive city in the country when I don’t have to and those who say how much they love me don’t even call when I’m sick?

I might need intensive analysis, and think I still have a slight fever. At it’s highest was pretty high. What do people do to recover from fevers? I’m serious. This was my first since I was eleven. I know what you do with kids, but adults?

So please continue giving me a respite because I have no idea what the hell I’m doing, except that I should probably wear a mask–gloves etc to vote. Wait, I’m clean, and I always wear gloves out now on the principle that you never know what you’re about to touch.

Just totally had my world rocked this weekend. The grass isn’t alway greener….and there are times that living with other people gives one perspective, seltzer, and orange juice. I don’t generally talk about my day to day life on my blog because I just don’t, but it does involve people, and I am very hurt and very sad.

The Times is offering its select articles for free this week, however I like to bring you yesterday’s non-news today. This is a link to From Spice to Nice or New York as seen through the world of sitcoms. It was in Sunday’s City Section

I had to print the next out. My sister used to be convinced that a Times reporter followed me around, actually she thought I should have been a trend predictor which in retrospect…..

I could not leave my house for almost a week. I was in worse shape than I dared admit to myself except at night–details further down. I didn’t even watch TV except for Lawrence Welk
I mean Boston Legal. I think that I need to be in decent health to stay in bed, if that makes sense, and finally finally have that marathon.

The James Spader “S” series movies all day one. I can watch the same movies over and over and over again if they make me….

Let’s finally get to the germ of the matter. Hey that’s the oldest and worst pun ever made, and there is something to be said for that.

SIMON SASSOON saw the future in a dream. Mr. Sassoon, a former watch designer, dreamed he was standing in a women’s public restroom, which his hygiene-conscious girlfriend had just left. Attached to the door above the knob was a white plastic box.

As Mr. Sassoon’s dream self watched, the box made a gushing sound. Out from the bottom sprayed a fine dry mist, which bathed the metal knob and killed every germ on it.

“I felt I’d found my calling,” Mr. Sassoon said last week, very much awake as he demonstrated a prototype, which he said looked exactly like the box in his dream. “There’s a tremendous ‘ick’ factor when it comes to doorknobs.”

The girlfriend is now an ex, but two years and $250,000 of investment capital later, the HYSO, an acronym for Cantonese words meaning “happy hands,” is starting to roll off production lines. Mr. Sassoon, 44, a nephew of the hairdresser Vidal Sassoon, is betting there is a vast and rapidly expanding market for a $60 device that sprays a hospital-grade disinfectant on doorknobs every 15 minutes.

Be it dream or nightmare, he may be right. Germs of all kinds are on the minds of Americans, to judge by a flood of germ-fighting products hitting the market across dozens of consumer categories. They include a portable subway strap that promises to do away with “reaching for a slimy overhead bar,” ultraviolet “pens” that can be dipped into a glass of water to kill everything DNA-based and an around-the-neck air purifier. With them companies are creating the illusion that no one need ever touch another surface, drink a drop of water or breathe an atom of oxygen sullied by a fellow human being.

Those in the hygiene brigade can reel off dozens of reasons all strangers are potential enemies: virulent flu seasons, packed airplanes with stale air, buses where no one covers a mouth when sneezing. But social critics detect an element of hysteria in the germaphobia of Americans and suggest that at its root is a fear of a dangerous, out-of-control world.

“Marketers of a variety of products are very adept at tapping into Americans’ sense that they are living in a very dangerous time and place, and selling them at relatively low cost a feeling of protection,” said Barry Glassner, the author of “The Culture of Fear: Why Americans Are Afraid of the Wrong Things.”

Is it only a coincidence that the same places where Americans most fear terrorism — airplanes, schools, mass transit, water supplies and computers — they also fear germs?

News reports have delivered sobering information about microbial threats like severe acute respiratory syndrome and E. coli. And with 300 million Americans, there are more potential runny noses and unwashed hands than ever to catch colds from. In a 2005 study commissioned by the American Society of Microbiologists, one of many reports cited by the germ-concerned, 91 percent of adults said they washed their hands after using a public restroom, but real world observers found that only 83 percent actually did.

Swine!

Favorite symbols of the movement (and of its detractors) are the obsessive-compulsive television detective Monk; the famously germ-averse game show host Howie Mandel, who has a sign on his Web site showing a slash through a handshake; and the mysophobe (the proper term for what most people call a germaphobe) Howard Hughes.

But not all of the hyper-hygiene-conscious can be dismissed as suffering from Monklike anxiety disorder. While some of the tens of thousands of micro-organisms, bacteria, fungi and viruses collectively know as “germs” are beneficial to humans, like the bacteria that aid in digestion, about 600 are dangerous, like salmonella, E. coli and cold viruses, said Philip M. Tierno Jr., the author of “The Secret Life of Germs.”

Georgia-Pacific, the paper goods company, began receiving field reports about mysterious collections of used paper towels near bathroom exits. Further investigation found bathroom users were carrying towels to the door to cover the knob and then discarding them on the floor (because the trash cans were far away).

In the summer the company introduced Safe-T-Gard, a combination dispenser of doorknob-size tissues and a trash receptacle to be mounted on the wall next to doors.

Consumer fear of unclean environments has developed significantly over the last five years, said Bill Sleeper, the general manager of Georgia-Pacific’s commercial tissue and towel category. “All of the issues of nosocomial infections in hospitals, the risk of bird flu, the cruise ship outbreaks, there’s just more and more awareness of health issues,” he said.

But some of the resulting behavior makes no sense, Mr. Sleeper said. The company’s studies have found bathroom users covering their fingers in toilet paper before flushing and using more tissue to open stall doors, even though there is almost no health reason to do so, because their next stop is the sink to wash their hands with soap and water.

Another company, Fulkerson, in Cumming, Ga., is attacking doorknobs differently. Its SanitGrasp, introduced in May at the National Restaurant Association convention in Chicago, replaces traditional pull handles with a large U-shape device, which allows a door to be opened with a forearm.

At the grass roots, antigerm innovation is furious:

• Sandra Barbor, 60, of Sandwich, Ill., was always bothered by having to grasp the handles of shopping carts, and when her husband was found to have myelodysplastic syndrome, which compromised his immune system, she was driven to invent the Sani-Shopping Cover, a $3.49 strip of protective vinyl that adheres to cart handles. Ms. Barbor, a retired marketer, has sold about 1,000 covers online.

• Hotel guests, concerned that bedspreads are not washed as frequently as sheets, have taken to whisking them off the bed on arrival and throwing them, bottom side up, into a corner. Marriott hotels responded last year with a bedding concept called Revive. Comforters are encased in white cotton covers, which are washed with the bedsheets.

• On the Internet frequent travelers caution about the dirtiness of hotel television remotes (suggestions include carrying a plastic bag to sheathe these button-covered germ magnets) and room coffee mugs. (Maids, the discussion-board wisdom goes, do not replace them with properly washed ones but use the towels they used to clean the toilet to swab dirty cups.)

FREQUENTERS of such message boards insist their fears are reasonable.

One of them, Julie Zagars, 34, a consultant to the food and beverage industry, said by phone, “I am a frequent traveler, and I simply don’t have time to get sick.”

When Ms. Zagars boards planes, she first slips around her neck the Air Supply Ionic Personal Air Purifier, which the company promises will repel allergens and viruses. Next she wipes the armrests, headrest and tray table with Clorox Disinfecting Wipes, and finally she pulls out her own cotton travel blanket.

Some antigerm sentiment could be stemming from the increasing pressure not to miss days at work, said Allison Janse, an author of “The Germ Freak’s Guide to Outwitting Colds and Flu: Guerrilla Tactics to Keep Yourself Healthy at Home, at Work and in the World.”

The task of transmuting fear into cheer is left to marketers. Probably the first wave of modern germ consciousness began in 1997, with the consumer introduction of Purell, the hand-sanitizing gel (around since 1988 for the medical profession). Pfizer, its maker, has updated the product as the new wave of germ-fighting gadgets arrives. The company has introduced a multicolor line of the sanitizer, Purell-2-Go, which comes in small bottles with rubber rings to attach to backpacks, lunchboxes and key chains. “We tried to make it fun,” said Erica Johnson, a Pfizer spokeswoman.

A children’s book by Elizabeth Verdick published this year by Free Spirit titled “Germs Are Not for Sharing” has illustrations of children playing together without touching. “When germs get on your hands,” the text reads, “they can spread to other people. When you hold hands or play games or give each other high fives.”

“I kind of doubt kids will stop giving each other high fives,” said Dr. Michael Bell, the associate director for infection control at the Centers for Disease Control and Prevention. While Dr. Bell recommends teaching children about hygiene, washing one’s hands after using the bathroom and making sure to clean kitchen surfaces carefully is as much as most people need do, he said.

There is no hard scientific evidence that any of the air filters, nose sprays or personal sterile headrest covers for travelers help prevent infections.

But facts are not standing in the way of the antigerm marketplace, where style is becoming increasingly important. In 2001, Hydro-Photon of Blue Hill, Me., introduced SteriPEN, a portable but somewhat clunky ultraviolet device to disinfect drinking water for adventure travelers. The device is being used not only by back-country campers but also by urban Americans wanting to take extra precautions.

They want to carry the pen in their pockets, said Ed Volkwein, the company president. He expects to have a sleeker line of $130 SteriPENs, colored silver and black, in stores by Christmas.

Big-city living is a minefield for the germ-conscious. Emily Beck, the inventor of City Mitts, nonslip antibacterial gloves that commuters can wear to grasp subway handholds, has developed a prototype of a product to keep potentially infectious strangers even farther at bay.

The Excuse Me flag is a little yellow banner mounted on a lightweight pole, which is attached to one’s waist so it swings back and forth in front of the wearer during walking. Any other pedestrian who walks too close will be slapped in the face by the pole or the yellow flag, which reads “Excuse Me.”

“It generates a cubic yard of free walking space between you and a sneezer,” Ms Beck, a former New Yorker, said from her home in Delaware. “It makes it so you don’t have to touch anybody or talk to anybody in New York.”

I am out of this city soon. Not because of the germs but because of the germaphobic. I hate germs also, I was the first person I knew to use personal sanitizer products because I worked across the street from here
It was drive-by shooting and crack days, some of our clients hadn’t seen a sink in a long long time, and wow, I survived. Without TB which had reached almost epidemic stages, and without many other things.

I spent the afternoon and early evening walking the city streets. Just felt great to be out. Was so out of it, I didn’t realize what the fireworks that I could see perfectly from one particular spot on my couch was for, nor did I realize that yesterday was the Marathon.

One thing that I don’t miss about my parents is the annual (or more) retelling of the year that they were at the new Tavern on the Green, with about 45 of their oldest and best friends, and saw people running. It was of course the first Marathon. Somehow they met Fred Lebow, who was the organizer and wonder beyond it.

When my faher told the story it was exciting though I lost interest. By the time my mother picked it up, it was boring, and I hope that I have bored you just a wee bit–it wouldn’t be the Marathon without it 🙂

I am just getting back on my feet, and have a ton of work to make up. People think that if you live alone you have it easy. That is true in some ways. In other ways it is much more difficult–and I won’t go into the reasons now, however if you want me to….

Thank you all for continuing to comment and for remembering that I’m alive–though there was one night–actually there were a few were I wasn’t sure that I would make it to morning. I so hope that I’m better. I did love not having an appetite and am only just beginning to get it back. I was kind of hoping that would be permanent.

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Comments

  1. jacob says

    November 7, 2006 at 10:58 am

    I seem to have a lot of germo-phobe/ Times Select people on my link list.

    I always thought the more germs you were exposed to the better because it allowed you to develop immunities over time. If this is not the case I think I had better start wiping up things with those little Clorox wipes.

    You get better, it really stinks to be sick. I haven’t had a fever is a long time so I don’t know anything except alternate Tylenol and Advil, drink plenty of fluids – more than you want to, and let the virus run the course.

  2. dan says

    November 7, 2006 at 12:16 pm

    Soon enough in order to validate voting you’ll have to enter a hermetically sealed tube and be deloused to enter.

    Two problems solved at once. 🙂

  3. Miz BoheMia says

    November 7, 2006 at 4:16 pm

    Hope you feel better my dear… wish I could be there for you! Yogic breathing works wonders with SO many things! *sigh* Hopefully soon!

    Voted already… absentee… very limited but oh well!

  4. Doug says

    November 7, 2006 at 7:17 pm

    I’m germaphobeaphobic myself. Drink plenty of liquids. Or don’t. I forget.

  5. Bone says

    November 7, 2006 at 8:08 pm

    I’ve always wondered about hotel bedspreads!

    And why do they put the garbage can so far away from the door so often? I mean, I try to open the door with paper towel, hold it open with my foot, then toss the paper towel towards the trash recepticle. You just do the best you can do.

    I usually flush with my foot in a stall. Or with my elbow at a urinal.

  6. g says

    November 8, 2006 at 2:28 am

    Drink plenty of liquids! That Doug!

    Hope you’re feeling better – it’s good to see you had your strength back for a walk. You seem to have your strength back in writing as well – “should have been a trend reporter in retrospect”. Cracked me up.

    Take good care, drink plenty of liquids and be well ~ G

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I'm from New York. I mostly lived in the Mid-Upper East Side, and the heart of the Upper West Side. It amazes me when people talk about how scared they were of Times Square in the 1970's and 1980's.

As my mother said: "know the streets, look out and you'll be fine."

What was scary was the invasion of the crack dens into "good buildings in good 'hoods." And the greedy landlords who did everything they could to get good tenants out of buildings.

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Then I hated everything about the suburbs. Yet somehow I lived in a few great Long Island Sound towns after high school.

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