Last night we went to see Jurassic World. Eve was a sport in going to see a movie she had little interest in and she kept asking me when it would be over. The best part of the movie was actually one of the coming attractions. But what would you expect?
Do you brace yourself before stepping into a doctor's office? I do. Just about everytime I see a doctor now there's some kind of bad news. I've developed a kind of "what now?" attitude. It's my defense mechanism, preparing for whatever is going to happen. This week, however, I received a piece of good news...finally!
Thinking about it, I have a relatively pragmatic approach..."Okay, what do we do about it and when can we get it done." It seems most doctors appreciate the approach.
I thrive on the email. I love it!
I find it so instantaneous and available that I just can't resist it. In that respect I'm fortunate that my friends are responsive and equally hooked. I can't imagine how I/we ever existed before email and I'm sure that Gotham, which is paperless, would be nonexistent without the advent of email at our onset 18 years ago. Most of my correspondence is by email, although I do have a few difficult to reach people who I have to text.
Let's talk about eating and dining. First, I must admit that I am one who eats to live rather than one who lives to eat. That being said, I appreciate a fine meal although perhaps not with the same gusto that I witness in others.
Following in the clever Mitch Tobol's footsteps, I found this interesting news story.
In Britain, he is known as a cantankerous ex-navy officer and for being the queen's husband, but in remote villages in the tropical Pacific archipelago of Vanuatu, Prince Philip is much more.
Several hundred scattered residents on Tanna island pray to the British royal, who they regard as a deity and who celebrates his 94th birthday Wednesday.
"Here in Tanna, we believe that Prince Philip is the son of our God, our ancestral God who lives up in the mountain," says villager Nako Nikien, who prefers to go by
It started with an offer by Sara Gruen to participate in the Gotham Book Club’s discussion of “Water for Elephants.” I asked her publicist (via email) if Ms. Gruen would provide a quote about her novel for our upcoming book discussion. The next thing I saw was an email from Gruen herself, offering to chat with our group, online, in real time. What luck! The discussion was thrilling; we had a best-selling author chatting with us, responding to our posts as they popped up on the screen.
