My favorite part of The Diving Bell and the Butterfly was his day on the beach with his children. I don't know why, I started crying only when I saw his son wipe drool from his cheek, and then bury his face in his mother's waist. An oddly uplifting film, I left it looking at life through Julian Schnabel's cinematic eye--the gorgeous tango of light ( Read more... )

It's the dead heat of summer. Even sitting out on the balcony is like stepping into a furnace, but the cool rippling sound of the pool below is calming. The silence and emptiness of the city--everyone is off summering in Punta del Este or Brazil, or thanks to me, Miami--is the sweetest existence. I love it when places are half-deserted. No traffic ( Read more... )

These past couple of years, I've really started to warm up to Israel as a country. The past month has shattered that. I still love my Israeli friends, and think everyday about my amazing trip to Tel Aviv and Jerusalem in August 2007. The beauty, resilience and history that I faced convinced me of not only the importance of Israel's survival, but ( Read more... )

Lately, the concept of homemade yogurt has captivated my imagination. Never since our mandatory science fairs in elementary school have I been hypothesizing, observing and analyzing as I have been with my newly ordered EuroCuisine yogurt maker. An extravagance, I know, since you can make yogurt with something as simple as a heating pad, or in the ( Read more... )

If anything, as always, Bill would be a better pick. I wish this shrill, pandering, egoistic woman would go the hell away. I find it hard to stomach the thought of working for that witch. It may be what will finally push me into law school! Why not just put Sarah Palin in that post? Because they'd both bomb Iran, all else being equal ( Read more... )

As always, I arrive at the fads late. A friend handed me a copy of Skinny Bitch earlier this week and made me promise I'd read it cover to cover within two weeks ( Read more... )

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Finally, I can replace the memories of Nov. 5 2000 and September 11 2001 and March 22 2003 with the memories of last night.

I had to decide where I'd spend years 2008-2010 of my life back in 2006. I barely knew myself, was just beginning to get my sea legs in this job, and had a budding relationship to consider. When I found out I was coming to Argentina, it was kindof a fluke. If the Foreign Service gods had their way, I'd be stamping visa refusals in Chennai or New ( Read more... )

A bombshell fell on me last night. I was hanging out with my friends when CG got tipsy enough to take me aside, "Can I tell you something between you and me?" It was nice enough that he told me that I was hands-down the best looking girl in A-100, and still am. Then he started, "A couple of weeks ago when you were on vacation, WS was here with the ( Read more... )

In case I wasn't sure my boss was not ticked off at me, I'm pretty sure she is now ( Read more... )