Courtesy of Karen

Karen sent me this photo she took in Soho back in March. I'm an Oprah fan so she knew I would appreciate it. If you can't read it, it says, "help me oprah! i'm crazy".

Improv Everywhere

These guys are genius:

Gwen vs. Gavin

I've been watching videos for my freelance job as an online editor. Today I watched an abysmal video by Gavin Rossdale, former frontman for some sucky band and now best known as husband to Gwen Stefani. I don't love Gwen Stefani across the board, but the woman has showmanship, she has creativity and she shows what I think is a lot of herself in her songs and videos. Gavin? I don't understand the song, the video is all over the place - he's in the shower, he's running through a crowd, he's kicking a soccer ball, he's cutting vegetables, wha?

Anyway, you decide:





OK, on Gavin's video it says "embedding disabled upon request". I can't blame him. Here's the link though.

"18 million cracks"

It's official: no woman president this time around. For me, there is something unbelievably sad about coming so close to seeing it happen. I'm confident I will see it in my lifetime but I had a lot of hope for Hillary. In my childhood I was surrounded by feminists and while I was taught there was nothing a woman couldn't do, as I grew older it became apparent there would always be more hurdles to overcome. The prospect of seeing a woman lead this country before I even turned 35 was remarkable to me. As Hillary said in her concession speech, we must remember how far we have come. We are only two generations removed from a time when women couldn't even vote.

Thanks for paving the way Hillary. Thanks for being an example to so many women out there and to so many girls and young women. Thanks for pounding away and putting those cracks in the hardest glass ceiling of them all. Let's hope it's not long before it's shattered.

Garden State

Yesterday we spent the day in Princeton, NJ. Our friends and neighbors, Ellie and Josh and their two kids ages 4.5 and almost 2 used to live there and invited us to accompany them on a day trip. Rich played hooky from work, we hopped in our Zip car (love, love, love the Zip car) and headed to Jersey.

We started at Terhune Farms to do some strawberry picking. Theo was not into that particular part of the day as he was tired and hot but he was all about checking out the animals and climbing the tractors. We got gobs of berries, drank apple cider slushies (YUM!), fed hissing geese, saw some chickens and a bunny and then went into the town of Princeton. In town we ate at a local diner, got ice cream and the kids (and Rich) played in a great big fountain/wading pool. Theo was not happy to get out of the fountain despite the fact that he had lost his balance and went all the way under water a few times. He's turning into quite the water baby.

Theo slept the entire way home, went to bed a little after 8:30, Rich and I forced ourselves to eat something for dinner and then crawled into bed and were asleep before 10. It was a lovely, lovely day and so nice to get a break from the city. According to our friends we pretty much did everything there is to do in Princeton so it was a perfect day trip. I hope we can do more throughout the summer.

Waiting to exhale

So he pretty much has the nomination. A black man is the Democratic nominee for President of the United States. I wish his parents were alive to see it happening. I have funny knots in my tummy. I want to cry with relief, with anxiety, with joy. I feel awful for Hillary. I admire her. I have always been prepared for her to run for president. And yes, despite the fact that most people in my peer group voted for Obama during the primaries, I voted for Hillary and I stand by my decision. I don't dislike Obama, far from it. I think he will be everything he says he will be. But I believe in Hillary too. I think she has suffered from dynasty fatigue. After 12 Bush years of the last 20 and the other 8 being a Clinton, this country really does want change - a name change if nothing else.

I think my stomach will remain in knots until the winner in the presidential election is declared. We can't afford to mess this one up.