Archive for January, 2010

And sometimes, we glean wisdom from unexpected places. While sitting in a French-style, 1980s-esque, Westwood-placed cafe owned by Romanians, I received my drink from the sweet barrista manning both the register and the machines. He had taken awhile, but entranced by my rugelach and email, I had neither noticed nor minded. “Good things come to those... »

How funny, most stand straightest when naked. When it’s cold, we bundle up. That’d be the perfect time to stand straight, protected by the bulk of clothing, unexposed to either the elements or appraisal. But when it’s cold, good posture becomes uncomfortable; we huddle around what warmth we’ve collected. When it’s warm, standing straight need not... »

Of course, he’ll tell you up front that half plus one died. But you need not wait for his report: the back cover will supply the same one before you read a single page. That the number of Mexicans crossing the border illegally continues to soar is an understatement. That 26 attempted to do so in... »

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It’s amazing how technology has affected small businesses, which, on a personal level, has affected my habits. I know that sounds like an egregious and more than mildly embarrassing statement of the obvious. But for example, YouTube, Netflix and iTunes have forced me to stop watching movies–something I used to love to do and to... »

Photo by Deborah Stokol. Washington, DC. 2009. »

Photo by Deborah Stokol. Holocaust Museum, Washington, DC. 2009. »

Photo by Deborah Stokol. Mendoza, Argentina. 2008. »

Some days I wake up, and I’m fine. I mind such business as is mine. Nothing can hurt me; I’m invincible— Unstoppable— Untouchable. But other days, I wake up missing you. (And you can be nothing but gone.) They say you live on in my heart— but my heart’s lonely, and you feel gone. Photo by Deborah Stokol, 2005. »

Photo by Deborah Stokol. “Twin Peaks,” San Sebastian, Spain. 2007. »