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Sympathy
The truth was, she couldn’t really imagine what it would feel like to be them. The truth truth was, she didn’t really want to. In a fit of fleeting empathy, she’d tried, she’d tried to close her eyes, put stoppers in her ears, refrain from what her fourth grade teacher once called “verbalization.” It... »
Tortoise
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... »
Shower Posture
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... »
Internet Killed the Video Star (And One of My Hobbies)
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... »
Unknowingly Bound by a Photograph
As I walked through the bluffs this Saturday dusk, I saw a single boat, gently gliding through the sunset. That is not a metaphor. The tiny thing (tiny, perhaps, only through perspective) was sailing on the path made by the falling sun. I looked at it from miles away but saw that I was not... »
Internal Confrontation
I’d like to take a past self to coffee. Talk some sense into her. The streamlined maturity would face down the imp, all baubles and lipstick and funky pants. Would I recognize myself in her face? Would she feel betrayed, find me stuffy and stuck-up? Or would she be relieved and excited? I’d rebuke her for her... »
Writing a Journal in Code
I just found out one of my great-grandmothers wrote her diary in neither Yiddish nor in her adopted Spanish, as I would have supposed, but in Russian–that roving eyes not see and comprehend what was not theirs to see and comprehend. Using a language inaccessible to most in her proximity, she could truly express her... »