I am such a curious person, knowledge junkie. Now, with Wiki right at one’s finger tips, the not so good thing is sometimes I look something up before I let my memory actually find the answer. Sometimes, I simply don’t know, and, in those instances, it’s great to have this Googly thing. So, I am [...]
A writing blog I follow posted about the generational shifts in what is considered YA. YA wasn’t even a genre when I was a kid, to my knowledge. My response: As pop culture phenoms, I read Twilight and Harry Potter to see all the fuss, and I couldn’t put either down, though I stopped at [...]
When I was reading The Jungle a few weeks ago, there was a word that jumped out at me. It was a word my dad sometimes used and I realized it was some ancient vernacular. This was my experience. At the time, I didn’t know it was different than others. My dad was so much [...]
The other night, I pulled over on the street to change from flats to heels while walking from my apartment to a party in the East Village. As I approached the last 2 blocks, I found a public stoop and took a seat. I pulled out the right platform boot, and pulled off my slip [...]
I just received my high school alma mater’s annual giving report. It was more detailed than ever, showcasing how people are giving, how much people are giving, and who is giving. This year they broke it out further, highlighting parents who give, alumni who give, teachers who give, percentages of each class who have given, [...]
I always thought it so odd that in such a diverse metropolis like New York, the radio sucked so badly. A piece in the Telegraph the other day discussed a study that found listening to radio makes British people 100% happier than watching TV. They covered various points as to why—imagination, being able to multi task, [...]
I should really like to be one–as I am in my living room but there are no cameras, and loungey chairs and coffee mugs and paychecks. For now, I am just a private pontificator. A self righteously indignant, opinionated expounder on a few subjects about which I am a quasi-expert. Like everyone else.
The guiltiest of my summer pleasures is a sugar free Slurpee from 711. Now that I have three (yes three) in my ‘hood, they have become common occurrence in my weekly purchases. The glowing red cherry apple slush in my 711 Slurpee cup is even more glaringly fake today, as I eyed those on line [...]