It is a nice bistro-style restaurant on West 44th Street where we often enjoy a pre-theatre meal. We have recommended Saju to friends and relatives. We were a bit disappointed when we were seated there last Saturday evening. Our favorite table was taken and we were brought to a table in the room off to the side. We asked to be moved and ended up at a table along the wall in the main room.

Sometimes I find enjoying a film to be quite cathartic and inspiring, especially if I'm feeling a little "down in the dumps" or sad. Well, it turns out I'm not the only one who thinks watching a movie can be a very helpful thing to do, there are actually whole doctorates on this very subject, not to mention websites, organizations and meet ups. We can thank the internet for the connection of like minded people.

  We spent Mother’s Day celebrating with my cousin’s family. For the first time in as long as I can remember there were young children in the room.

I have admitted it before; I am a television reality junkie. I love The Real Housewives (New York, New Jersey, and Beverly Hills), Project Runway, Top Chef and Million Dollar Listings (New York, L.A. and San Francisco). I have rationalized my passion for reality television as  a means for getting me on the treadmill and/or the elliptical. I generally will not watch any other of these shows unless I am exercising.  

Since this blog appears on Mothers Day, let me take a moment to thank the moms, especially mine – and the lovely gal who I helped make one and wish all an enjoyable day!  

In the film Star Trek Generations, Data, the andriod, installs the emotion chip he retrieved from Lore, his brother, and experiences the full scope of emotions. However, those emotions were difficult to control and Data struggled to master them.  

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Today is Yom Ha’Shoah - Holocaust Remebrance Day, which commemorates the lives and heroism of those who perished in the Holocaust. I would be remiss to let the day go by without the appropriate recognition. Last Sunday, we attended the annual commemoration held at Temple Emanu-El in New York. My mother was invited to give the remarks reserved for a Holocaust survivor.