Friday, February 27, 2009


I just saw Gordon Brown. He walked out the doors of the library and into his sleek official car, escorted by about a billion police. :).

Tuesday, February 24, 2009

One Great Moment In Paris

Just thought I'd share this from my trip to Paris last summer.

Wednesday, February 18, 2009

This is "cool"

Don't mock me for the unneccesary quotation marks. Read the blogs instead. All will be clear.

Tuesday, February 10, 2009


I don't know if anyone else caught this article in the New York Times. I found it a liiiiiiittle bit troubling. I know that the executive lifestyle is expensive, even for those who may not be massively spendthrift. Living in New York, paying for private school...all these things cost money. And I very much agree with those who worry that Obama's salary cap might drive talent towards other countries -- to work in the UK or Europe, for example, where they can make as much money as there is to be made. It might also serve simply to drive them out of central Manhattan.

But really?! Is it that hard? 99% of the world does it...
It might require some changes, but wouldn't those be good? Might it be possible, for instance, to...gasp!...not use a personal trainer and go running? Or to forgo one of the two apparently necessary family vacations in the year (and this doesn't appear to include the summer weekends in the Hamptons)?

It might be hard, but isn't that the point?

Saturday, February 7, 2009

Yes dear, it's called a...wait for it...


Will kindly sent me this link , knowing I'd will you.

Dylan Moran, Dylan Moran, Dylan Moran!!!!

Oh oh oh oh I am going to see Dylan Moran tomorrow (this song is playing in my head to a melody only I know).

It was Dean's Christmas present from me, but I enjoy too.

The song is still playing in my head.

PS. I can make really good cinnamon rolls now. Yesssssss.

Thursday, February 5, 2009

Snow! Pretty!

Excuse the bad phone camera picture, but it was so pretty just as I was leaving work today...

Wednesday, February 4, 2009

Paris to the Moon

I've just finished Paris to the Moon, one of the best and loveliest collections of essays I've read in a long time. It's written by Adam Gopnik, who escaped with his wife and newborn to Paris for about five years in the late 1990s. I think that living abroad myself helps me to share his perspectives, even if things differ here (anesthesiologists don't go on strike when you're trying to have a baby, for example). Gopnik's experiences trying to fit in, trying to find a gym that lets him exercise more than once a week, trying to get past the "but why would you want to do it that way?!" are both very personal and also very mine (well, maybe not the gym, but a store that sells graham crackers, for instance).

It's also written by someone who clearly romanticizes Paris (not France, but Paris) in the same way I've grown up with images of Paris and other cities. He knows it through books and a kind of fairy tale life, rather than through the real thing. He remarks that some people travel to find the dream/image they already have of a place, and that those people get the better experience, as they're constantly searching and comparing...I think he's right.