Apparently Jews can tweet G-d now. I would love to hear from someone who got a tweet back.
(http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/32103775/ns/tech_and_science-tech_and_gadgets/sp-tx)
Does G-d hear twitter?
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Category Archives: Life
President Obama and health care
I watched the President’s press conference last night. The commentators seemed disappointed that the President is a mere mortal. Asking for guarantees as one reporter did requires a crystal ball and the reporter posed an unanswerable question. There are no guarantees. There are only projections and good faith efforts to fix a problem that has lingered too long.
Let’s support a global, cogent plan to make an efficient system with improved services and work toward making that plan a reality. We have to change the system. There will be sacrifices. But there are already sacrifices now. Inefficient, costly and below average care for too many people. We can’t let the system stay as is. Those who only say “no” need to get out of the way. Either come up with a plan or shut up.
New York is the best show on earth
This is why I love New York. Here is this old, bent-over man playing those electric organs while the these gaudily dressed dolls “dance” to his music. He does get help setting up and big tips.
man in the subway
Why I love twitter
It is a good thing I am more or less anonymous because no one I know would believe me when I say that I love twitter. Let’s set some ground rules: there are inane tweets and spam tweets and creep tweets. But there are moments when it is a social support system. A few days ago, a mother with a young child tweet that she was feeling as if she had nothing left to give her child — she was worn out and out of patience. I tweeted her to give her support and tell her that every parent reaches that point many times in the first few years and it gets better. I also told her that people who make it look easy are lying. Others tweeted their support. Real time support for a true (and virtual) stranger who was overwhelmed and needed a reality check.
She tweeted her thanks. That a few words from me helped a stranger made my day. And I am grateful.
Ah, sweet tweets.
Crazy is as crazy does
Crazy is doing the same thing over and over again, expecting a different outcome. Every time I watch a reality TV show, I last through the first 3 minutes. My tastes are not mainstream (but they are not crazy weird either). Every time I pick a check-out line, it is the line on which a person doesn’t have a credit/debit card and wants change of $100 bill for a 89 cent purchase. So, what was I thinking when I was looking on Amazon for DVDs to purchase? I was looking for indie films — not ones that made the big screen because I am trying to support living artists. I went by customer reviews. Based on the reviews, one would think the ones I bought were cinematic experiences of a lifetime. My partner and I settled in to watch one of the movies and we were sucked in, not by the plot line but, by the low quality of the writing, the acting and the cinematography. It was a cinematic car crash — we couldn’t look but we couldn’t look away.
Ok, I learned my lesson this time. But next time . . . .
Another transit experience
Tonight, on the train, there is an older man with great posture and bearing with dreds piled on top of his head wrapped in a turban the color of ivory with a hint of pink. The turban is high like a Cat in the Hat hat. My first thought was “penis head”. Remember, I’m a lesbian and my heterosexual man-woman sex days were decades ago. So, believe me when I say that it looks like a penis because that is not the first thing that might pop into my mind unless compelled from my memory cells deep in the recesses of my brain.
I decide not to share this with elegant-man-but-for-the-penis-on-his-head.
Gun Control
My sister — who is a frequent contributor of ideas for my blog — sent me this announcement from New Yorkers Against Gun Violence. This was one of our mom’s favorite causes.
Let’s do something about the gun violence in our city and our country.
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Hot town, summer in the City
Do people who don’t wear deodorant know that they smell bad at the end of the day? A man was standing over me holding on the handbar on the subway this evening. I had to move but I was too tired to ask him about it. My mother would have asked. Once she moved her seat on the bus so that she could be next to a stranger to whom she turned and asked, “you’re such a handsome man, why do you pick your nose in public?” Now, that was a spunky (and fearless) lady.
Tales from the office
A colleague walked down the hall with a Costco size bottle of orange listerine. Time for the afternoon gargle in men’s room. (Of course, that is better than a colleague who brushed his teeth in the convenience kitchen until I suggested ever so gently that it was gross.)
There aren’t many people at work, after all of the layoffs and attrition, so this was an exciting event in the work place, worth of twitter and blogosphere entries.
I am 45 AND it is ok if I stand . . .
On the way to work today, I heard a strange flushing sound. I realized it was civilization rounding the drain. Two elderly, infirm people were standing on a crowded subway (as was I) and no one offered up a seat. How do young able-bodied passengers not see the infirm or pregnant passengers? Do these young able-bodied passengers think they are themselves invisible to the righteously indignant third party observer (me)?
Of course, there are people who get up for an older, infirm or pregnant passenger. Sometimes, these people go overboard, though. Just in the last two months, two young women have offered to get up for me. Now, I have gray hair and have a few lines on my face, but I am fit AND I act like a child (ok, the latter is not that relevant). Because these two young women were so earnest, I didn’t have to heart to torture them and ask, “do you think I am pregnant?”
Actually once I got up for a younger woman who looked pregnant. Then she realized that I was older and got up for her and she asked, “do I look pregnant?” Thank G-d it was winter so I said that I wasn’t sure since she wore a bell shaped coat. Actually, it wasn’t the coat; she really did look pregnant. She was too young to have developed a beer gut but if she weren’t pregnant, it was not a pretty sight. Yes, I can be snarky even in this situation. I am not a very nice person. I knew that.