Month: April 2016
As a lover of all things old and odd that can be found on Netflix, last night I started watching a 1976 mini-series based on the Irwin Shaw’s book, Rich Man Poor Man whichI vaguely remember reading as a teenager under a boyfriend’s recommendation. At one point, the father of the Jordache brothers accuses his wife of being an old-looking 40 year old. I gasped. 40? I thought she was meant to be 60. Without the benefits of filter lighting, fillers or cosmetic surgery, the actress looked all of her maybe 45 to 50 years but I assumed she was much older, conditioned as I am to see only wrinkle-free faces on the screen.
I have been eating salad meals for far too long and I never quite enjoyed them. Salad is what I would order in a restaurant at lunch, or what I would prepare if I wanted to feel virtuous or any time I was on some diet or another: a bed of greens with an addition of a protein, other vegetables and a vinaigrette.
It’s mostly women who give a voice to other women who don’t have one, or whose voices are drowned out by war, violence or power. Being the weaker sex has its share of advantages: we can be annoyingly accommodating and too adept at peacekeeping, but we also have innate empathy and sense of justice, and both serve many professions well.
Yet another veggie burger landed on my dinner table last night. I am on a quest to make the perfect veggie burger, one which is not soggy, cardboard-y, bland or otherwise inedible. I am not trying to approximate meat – I never liked burgers much – but, when we do grill at my house, I would like to be able to serve a vegetarian option (mainly for me) which is not the tired Portobello mushroom.
If you are visiting Los Angeles, a walk along the Venice boardwalk is a must. Pastel-hued houses, the sun dipping into the ocean, Muscle Beach and souvenir shops is how the world imagines the Venice boardwalk to be. Whether you are paying much attention or not, you will also notice a high concentration of marijuana dispensaries, pharmacy-looking storefronts that often advertise the services of a doctor in the back or on an upper floor.
I have self-doubt. I have insecurity. I have fear of failure. I have nights when I show up at the arena and I’m like, ‘My back hurts, my feet hurt, my knees hurt. I don’t have it. I just want to chill.’ We all have self-doubt. You don’t deny it, but you also don’t capitulate to it. You embrace it.
(to whom we bid goodbye this week from the Lakers after 20 years – Mamba out)