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10 Years, But Who’s Counting?


Ten years ago today I met my wife. Kinda. Continue reading

February 17th


February 17th is one of those days that is forever seared into my being. Continue reading

But It Was More Than A Jacket


A favorite piece of outerwear gets retired and I learn about online shopping. Continue reading

Thought Exercise For A Summer Sunday – Five Artists


You get five artists to listen to for the rest of your life. Who do you choose? Continue reading

William Sternberg – 1918-2012


William Sternberg. A remarkable man who, without him, I wouldn’t be here today. Continue reading

On Voluntary and Involuntary Fasting


On Yom Kippur, Jews around the world fast for 25 hours. On any given day, hundreds of millions around the world go with out food.
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On Steve Jobs


I wrote this about 15 minutes after learning of the death of Steve Jobs on my Tumblr blog: Going to step away from my iMac and onto my iPad as I wait for my iPhone to ring. Possibly the biggest outside influence in my life, in all of our lives – he changed the way … Continue reading

Occupy Wall Street


Upon exiting the 2/3 at Wall Street, I was expecting to be swept up in a crowd of people marching down that corporate alleyway, playing music and chanting, “We shall overcome.” Or, at the very least, see some of New York’s Finest pepper-spraying protesters while men in $5,000 suits stood back and watched. Instead, I saw the typical throng of tourists gawking at the Fed, taking pictures of the George Washington Statue and lining up to pose with the New York Stock Exchange in the background. I also saw steel barricades, which obviously meant protest.
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Florence


We landed in Florence in the early afternoon, after a relatively painless six-plus-hour flight across the Atlantic, with a layover in Amsterdam. Upon reaching our hotel, Hotel Rosso 23, nestled in the Piazza Santa Maria Novella, we debated for a whole three-minutes if we should walk around the city or take a nap and hope we didn’t sleep through the day. We walked. Of course…
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There’s No Such Thing as A Free Lunch: Thoughts on Voluntary and Involuntary Minorities


Josh’s Note: Guest blogging today is my good friend, E. Anyanwu, who writes about differences in black culture using John Ogbu’s concepts of involuntary and voluntary minorities…
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You Say It’s Your Birthday…or, at least Facebook does


I woke up this morning much in the way I wake up every morning: languidly stuttering out of bed. Normally, though, I make a bee-line towards the coffee maker, make some joe and then glide over to the computer (if we call the television, “the idiot box,” what can we call the computer?) to begin … Continue reading

Italia!


Tomorrow I leave for Italy. We fly into Florence and I’m very excited to see the birthplace of the Renaissance. After a couple of days in the city, we head out to some small towns in Tuscany for a few days. We then will head south to Rome, where I’ve already bought my tickets for … Continue reading

Thoughts on Immigration


One of the great things about America is that just about everyone, at some point in their familial line, has an amazing and compelling immigration story. We often forget this, as we spit venom towards those who cross our borders, a tactic that has been replayed again and again over the generations.
We’re a nation of nomads, of frontiersmen and women, of expansionists.
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Thanksgiving Tradition


Every Thanksgiving in NYC (since I’ve only lived in this area, not sure if Alice’s gets played around the nation – do they play the song where you live?) at 12:00pm, radio stations play Arlo Guthrie’s classic, Alice’s Restaurant. No matter what I’m doing, I make sure to sit on my parent’s old, yet incredibly … Continue reading

Nine Years


Nine years. 3,285 days. Man, time flies. One of the things that make us, well, us is our capacity to communicate complex ideas (another awesome human characteristic is our opposable thumb, but that’s for another day). We are story tellers and each generation has their story to tell, typically marked by an Earth-shattering experience.
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