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For an opinionated woman such as I, blogging is an excellent outlet. This is one of many fori that I use to bloviate. Enjoy! Comment on my commentary.
Elusive or ?
Just gobbled up. Happy National Burger Day (honestly?).
No
Do you practice religion?
No, I don’t. I practice the precepts of the religious traditions that have evolved in the West.
Kindness. As best I can.
Respect. Understanding. Empathy.
I will walk a mile in your shoes. And quote the many wisdoms you may believe. I am not a believer. I do have faith in our better nature.
Something to believe in. And worth practicing.
“The Summer of George”
A tribute
Arguably, the most annoying character on Seinfeld is… a hard pick.
Jerry Stiller’s Papa Costanza wasn’t with us consistently enough to qualify. (“Serenity now!”) Michael Richards’ krazy Kramer offset his quirky with slapstick routines.
Who can stay mad at Julia Louis Dreyfus’ Elaine when she’s goofy or self-absorbed if she’s going to be that beautiful and charming? The title guy? Nah, he’s there to bring it all together. Besides, he often makes sense.
It’s gotta be Jason Alexander as George Costanza (“can’t stand ya.”) He’s clueless and wise.
(“Should I not have done that?” Fans can fill in the context.) He’s hapless and lucky. George is unabashed even at his most embarrassing moments. And he looks like a character out of Peanuts.
With summer approaching, let’s hear it for George. And Jerry. And…. the show about nothing.
Seinfeld is on daily on Comedy Central in the afternoons just before The Office with extended hours on Wednesdays.
Walking the avenues
Aww come on
What are you good at?
Don’t ask me that! Tooting my own horn is so.. embarrassing? Uncouth? Uncalled for? What’s there to say? What can I say?
Yeah, go ahead, you praise me. I can sit still for that.
More. Give me more.
What does “having it all” mean to you? Is it attainable?
There are times it’s hard to judge when we’ve had enough. For those of us battling bulges, this is often true around food. It also applies to just the complex and ordinary business of living.
“Having it all” is one of those insatiable goals of the greedy and ambitious. If you are like me a little lazy and indifferent, you probably don’t need to reach quite so high.
I’m ok, I can hear myself utter, I got some of it.
What’s your jam?
Exercise can take a number of forms. In the ‘burbs, you grew up on a tennis court, or poolside or at a golf course.
Your city-mouse counterpart went for jogs in Central Park or pedaled his bike to work. She may have hit the weights at a nearby gym or taken to a barre class. Lots of choices await those wanting to work out.
Aren’t so very many ways to get/stay fit enough? Chelsea Piers offers golfing for the NYC veteran, as does Five Iron Golf. At the latter, they’ve set up a clubhouse where winners can buy a victory round. There’s probably a similar post-play locale at Chelsea Piers.
There’s basketball (and now pickleball) at your local playground; you can reserve a tennis court for singles or doubles around town, too. As the weather warms, kayakers take to the rivers, aa well.
Walk, jog, run, dance. Get out there and exercise your options today.
Voting. Rights.
You want to vote. Perhaps for the first time. Perhaps you skipped one or a few.
CNN is here to help you sort out the basic privilege, which is each and every American’s birth right. The same rights ensue for those of us who have chosen to make democracy our home.
Pick up your copy here.
Gateway?
Is Starbucks providing a gateway drug that leads straight to the umbrella drink?
As I waited for my doppio or flatwhite, I watched in fascination as the barista made a green and pink concoction. That touch of vitriol adds a frisson, a bit of danger that makes the whole thing that much more attractive.
The typical mix from the Starbucks menu tends toward the ultra-sweet, extra-caloric, and hyper-colorful. This is true of even their coffees and also the puppy treat they dispense.
Her customers for the pretty green and pink glass were two tweens who placed identical orders. Nonetheless, they each grabbed a straw to sample what first came off the assembly line.
I was distracted, so I did not witness the second share, although it would have only been fair!
Eventually, these girls would graduate (or could) to an alcohol laden very sweet and pretty item at an adult emporium. They might grab a straw to get a fresh taste of what the barkeep had created and then dip the same straw in the next one he made.
All The Best 