Growing up there was always bar soap in the shower. I wasn’t a fan. For several reasons. The first being I hate to do laundry and all the wash cloths over and over again add up. The second being that it just didn’t lather up as nicely as a body wash did. In retrospect, my mother always bought Irish Spring, which smelled amazing. I’ve never asked why she bought the bar soap, but some highly respected ladies of beauty use bar soaps. So, I decided to give bar soaps another try. However, I am nothing if not thorough so I gathered up quite a large collection and got to work. A lot of years have gone by since I last used bar soap, and I expected things had changed quite a bit. The thing with bar soaps are they work just as nicely with a loofa as a body wash does. That took care of ‘not being a fan’ reason number one and reason number two. And, it only took me about 2 seconds to figure that out. (more…)
New York City was a tundra disaster. Before we left, the streets were a mess. Walking to work took everything out of me. Everything was covered with ice, and manhole fires were rampant. Steam from beneath the pavement burned my eyes. No one knew where to walk and pedestrians were running into one another because neither were able to commit to a clear path. Because there wasn’t one. It was a modern day Gotham City, where the villain was ice rather than the Joker.
These are the reasons we left the frozen tundra for sunnier climates east. Welcome to Tel Aviv. (more…)
I’ve landed in the middle east and begun to relax. It’s nice to be out of the cold. Being chilled to my core had started to wear on me.
I’ve always been able to sleep for the duration of almost any flight. New York to Tokyo, yep… Take off to landing. New York to Paris, every time. And, New York to Tel Aviv was no different. One of my tricks is setting the mood for a peaceful environment to block out everything else that is happening around me. e.g. Crying babies, food carts, laughter, movies on computers without earphones (rude), over zealous flight attendants striking up conversation with everyone, and probably a large number of other things that I miss while being asleep. (more…)
I love to read books. Currently, I am reading Joan Didion’s ‘Slouching towards Bethlehem ‘ It’s beautiful. The words jump off the pages. The way she sees such beautiful things in everyday life along with the concerns of everyday life that seem to fall through the cracks is perfect. She provides a voice into a life that might otherwise never be heard. Simple stories about John Wayne even hold my attention. Which is hard considering I grew up with a Father whose favorite television genre was Westerns. Needless to say, I’ve seen them, and developed quite a knack for blocking them out. But, Didion’s words make me want to re-watch those old films and look for the same details she describes.
But, let’s be real… It’s is soooooooooooooo much easier to watch TV vs. reading a book. It’s even easier to watch bad TV instead of reading a book. Especially, when House of Cards has new episodes on Netflix. (more…)