Saturday, June 6, 2015


As I sneezed this morning I realized how much my sneeze actually sounded like "ACHOO!"
Then I wondered: Is that how English came up with "achoo" or was I subconsciously making my sneeze sound like I knew it was "supposed" to?

Here's how sneezes sound in several other languages.

(via 22 Words)

Saturday, May 30, 2015

Dinosaurs on the Hudson

Sinclair's dinosaurs on the Hudson
on the way to the 1964 NY World's Fair

(via Nina Machlin Dayton on Growing Up Brooklyn Heights)

Wednesday, May 27, 2015

California weekend

CB and I had an amazing looong weekend in Los Angeles (and environs) this weekend.

We stayed w/ PN & ER in their magical, central L.A. house with their super duper kids, Ivan & Elsa.

We slept under this portrait (long story).

We biked along the beach in Santa Monica...

On Saturday we went to ID & VP's mehndi pool party in Camarillo...

...and on Sunday went to their spectacular wedding.

Oh, California!
We'll be back...

Thursday, May 14, 2015

Education (by HoNY)

“We teach that education is a great privilege that can lead anywhere, but sometimes I worry that I might be selling them a dream. So I try to teach them what’s possible, but also what’s real. They need to learn that hard work leads to success. But I also tell them that they might need to be a bit more patient than others. Sometimes they ask hard questions, and I try to answer as honestly as possible. A few weeks ago, I was teaching a lesson about segregation, and one of my students raised his hand. He said: ‘If segregation is over, then why are there only black kids at our school?’”

Sunday, May 10, 2015

On Mother's Day (by Grace Paley)

On Mother’s Day

I went out walking
in the old neighborhood

Look! more trees on the block   
forget-me-nots all around them   
ivy   lantana shining
and geraniums in the window

Twenty years ago
it was believed that the roots of trees
would insert themselves into gas lines
then fall   poisoned   on houses and children

or tap the city’s water pipes   starved   
for nitrogen   obstruct the sewers

In those days in the afternoon I floated   
by ferry to Hoboken or Staten Island   
then pushed the babies in their carriages   
along the river wall   observing Manhattan   
See Manhattan I cried   New York!
even at sunset it doesn’t shine
but stands in fire   charcoal to the waist

But this Sunday afternoon on Mother’s Day
I walked west   and came to Hudson Street   tricolored flags   
were flying over old oak furniture for sale
brass bedsteads   copper pots and vases
by the pound from India

Suddenly before my eyes   twenty-two transvestites   
in joyous parade stuffed pillows under   
their lovely gowns
and entered a restaurant
under a sign which said   All Pregnant Mothers Free

I watched them place napkins over their bellies   
and accept coffee and zabaglione

I am especially open to sadness and hilarity   
since my father died as a child   
one week ago in this his ninetieth year
(from Begin Again:  The Collected Poems, FSG 1999)


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