I am in here.
New York City is, as I had thought it would be, busy being New York City. As the plane passed over Manhattan on its way to LGA, I could see even that its wound is healing: the WTC site, from the air, looks much less like the site of a disaster, and rather now the … Continue reading nyc
Right now, I’m sitting at the coffee-house half a block away from where my son first lost faith in me as Omniscient Parent. We were sitting in the old green Jeep, on our way to somewhere, waiting at the traffic light, when he asked me a question about chemistry for his science class — he … Continue reading memory street
When so much about Israel today seems (to a newly-converting and hence newly-aware person like me) to focus on a piece of real estate the size of New Jersey as the source of all evil in the world, it’s an actual relief to stumble across a proper contemporary history of Israel. It has always seemed … Continue reading a proper history
One feels an odd nostalgia at the sight of all these dead Symbols of Cuteness.
white pebble 