Last night, I went to hear E.O. Wilson speak about a book he had just finished about his hometown, Mobile, Alabama. He said he has spent his adult life at Harvard and has never felt home there or in the surrounding Boston area because it is too fragmented, too big, and I would add, not natural enough. Instead he insists he is an Alabaman, who happens to be a Harvard professor. Afterwards, as I was…
Already my calendar is full till the end of the year – well not quite – but almost. Now that is scary. I was speaking to a friend who said a young woman in the Bywater has started an open Shabbat service at her house. I can remember when we were young always being home on Friday nights, my mother lighting the candles, my dad saying the prayers over the wine and the Challah –…
We have a black cat that insists on body slamming the back door and creating a lot of havoc. This caused Tin one too many nightmares as she tends to do it at 2am or 4am. So after getting scared three nights in a row, we took the cat and put her in the laundry room for the night. It helped, but Tin unfortunately had gotten in the habit of being scared. Yikes. So last…
John Stoss’ Whatever Passes for Love is Love is a primer for anyone who wonders what it is like to be part of the fabric of New Orleans. The drama unfolds inside the Maple Leaf Bar and into a few pages you begin to imagine you are sitting there on a tottering bar stool, smelling smoke and ash, listening to the droning of those intent on living their couch potato lives as public fixtures. But…
Never, ever go to a Tiki Party again. Never, ever drink fruity cocktails with lei decorated straws, ever, again. Never again.
Fidel’s death is still not confirmed but HIGHLY SUSPECTED now for months. You read his obituary here first!
Fidel Castro just died and so too his and Che’s dream of a new order. My family in Miami might spit on me for saying this but Fidel achieved in a short order of time a total revolution – he brought literacy to the people, he brought equal opportunity, and sadly he lost sight of utopia and he became more and more removed from the people themselves and soon there was equally no opportunity and…
I went to a study group the other night on Rudolf Steiner’s Education as a Force for Social Change and for those who don’t know Steiner called his philosophy spiritual science. This may come as an oxymoron for some, but it doesn’t for me. I often describe myself as a secular Jew, but only a few people really get what I mean. I was listening to a Bill Moyers podcast on my bike ride out…
I keep getting these spam emails about baldness – hmmm, let’s see, I wonder why. Yesterday, I went over to Swirl to hang flyers for Waldorf’s open house and a friend told me that another friend had said my hair was starting to grow back. She looked at my smooth pate and said, um, I don’t think so. I yam what I yam.
When I returned to New Orleans after being in California for sixteen years, I was taken aback by Margaret Orr, our local meteorologist – she looked fabulous. Not to mention she had become a redhead, my own personal favorite shade. So yesterday, when I was in Saks getting my Kiehl’s moisturizer and I ran into her I said, “You know Margaret, I have to say you look stunning – I mean you are more beautiful…