Charlie Gibson interviews Sarah Palin: The Meeting Poetry

I’m not into politics. For one thing, I just don’t connect entirely with either party’s black and white views. For another thing, I just don’t entirely trust our government. Blame one too many Matt Damon Hollywood blockbusters, but I think there are just too many conspiracies out there for none of them to be true. But mostly I’m not into politics — because despite all … Continue reading Charlie Gibson interviews Sarah Palin: The Meeting Poetry

Job Hunting 2008

I arrive at the crossroad of desperate lost souls and hopeful promises. I sign in at the marble lobby with the overly friendly receptionist in a tight skirt and frizzy ponytail. A clipboard, akin to a doctor’s office, holds the names and the arrival times of us job seekers. A man uses the tactic of innocent flirtation with the receptionist. He jokes mindlessly about the … Continue reading Job Hunting 2008

Maine – August 2008

Maine unveiled her beauty to me in my one week visit. Once again, Mother Nature proved to be a photographer’s best subject and stylist. Acadia National Park was blooming with flora and fauna that electrified under the sunlight. Blades of grass magically lit by sunshine among the humming rocks at the base of a stream. There were magical secrets appearing to me from every corner. … Continue reading Maine – August 2008

A VMA Virgin Play-by-Play

By most standards, I am pop-culturally retarded. Or at least I thought I was until I started visiting http://www.perezhilton.com everyday. Now I’m Hollywood-rumor educated. Somehow that seemed to make watching MTV’s VMA’s (Video Music Awards) a good idea. Perez Hilton summarized the VMA’s in a 5 1/2 minute drunken v-blog, but it takes me a bit longer to do the play by play. And yes, … Continue reading A VMA Virgin Play-by-Play

Take a breath. It will all work out.

Life has taught me that expectations are guaranteed assurance for disappointment. I have spent countless hours of my life predicting and preparing for situations, many of which never arrive. I look for exits in unfamiliar locales and questionable strangers have my eyes darting in all directions. I’ve prepared dozens of scenarios for every late night phone call from every possible area code. And why? The … Continue reading Take a breath. It will all work out.

Bitch*

Getting fired last month was the best thing that had happened to me all year. I mean don’t get me wrong. For the first two hours after that bitch∗ terminated me I sobbed with my whole body. Heaving up and down, I could barely utter a word. My dad, my boyfriend and my assistant bore the brunt of my hysteria. They reassured me that this … Continue reading Bitch*

Believing in Life (and grandma)

If you’re lucky enough to have a grandma, she probably comes with grandma-isms (or nana-isms). In my case, they’re baba-isms – phrases my grandmother uses over and over. For instance, every time my Russian-speaking grandmother meets someone English speaking and I happen to be standing there, she points to me and proudly says: “She is my granddaughter number one.” You could be her surgeon or … Continue reading Believing in Life (and grandma)

Intelligence Compatiblity

Overheard in Central Park A couple, clearly very connected – physically, emotionally, intellectually are very involved in a conversation about some movie. HE: Above all else – the reason I think we’re so compatible is that you’re my intellectual equal. SHE: Yes, I agree. I mean you know stuff I don’t know and vice versa. We fill in each other’s gaps. HE: So this movie … Continue reading Intelligence Compatiblity

Neon Nails

Now that I don’t have to worry about corporate-friendly nail colors, I’ve embraced Essie’s new neon nail colors.I’ve cycled through the pink (Short Shorts) for Cabo, orange (Mini Shorts) for Boston, and the newest shade of purple (Bermuda Shorts) for late July in NYC.Bermuda would have appreciated my pink nails more than Mexico. Orange flip flop on Rachel’s stairs. Bermuda Shorts should really be called … Continue reading Neon Nails

The scissors made me do it

5 minutes and a pair of scissors. From conservative to Daisy Duke. Then I Andy Warholed my pictures through photobucket. Here’s what happened when an adverturous pair of Banana Republic jeans met a bored pair of scissors. The PS: my 6-year-old saw the cut off portions of the jean legs and surprised me by putting them on – like leg warmers. Excellent. …before …and after. Continue reading The scissors made me do it

Lonely on Park Avenue

Walking up Park Avenue this sunny afternoon, I noticed a homeless man with a standard cardboard sign. A business card, a billboard, a resume. For many homeless in New York City, these signs are their voices, their pleas, and even their stories (truth be questionable). And unlike so many other similarly scribbled placards, black marker on dirty brown cardboard –this particular one actually penetrated my … Continue reading Lonely on Park Avenue

About Me … Once Upon a Time

I put off writing the ABOUT ME section of my blog for a long time. Partly because the Me changes so often. Partly because I don’t know how to stop once I start writing (especially about Moi). I tried to write a bio-type blurb and 5 pages of narcissistic crap came out. So I started a memoir. In the meantime I feel like I owe … Continue reading About Me … Once Upon a Time