Miscellaneous

Note to Self: Part 6

In this installment of our blovel (catch up!!!), Mak calls home. Do any of you know this mom?



Note to Self: Part 5

Ok, we're back. In this installment: Mak, inspired by NB, is able to finish his article. And then he and Andrea have it out over a beer...or three...



Note to Self: Part 4

Here's where it really starts, in the direct chat between HS (Mak) and NB (You don't know her yet.) Thanks for hanging in there, reader.



Note to Self: Part 3

OK, readers. Mak is Back for the 3rd installment. (Hint: In the chat room chapter below he is Hands_Solo. In case you don't get that right away.) A note: When I wrote this back in 2000, there was no social media, only chat rooms and message boards. I was one of the first 700,000 people on ICQ, before it was bought out by AOL. It was all research, of course. That goes without saying.



Note to Self: Part 2

Next installment on le novel. Minimal narrative scared the agents. Does it scare you, reader? Feedback, pls!!



Note to Self: My Unpublished Novel

...Here you go. The first installment. This novel-in-pieces thing is going to take a long time. How deliciously Dickensian.



Where We’ve Been

Telegraphic Account of this Last Month: ...Stumbled upon amazing job opportunity on, of all places, Twitter....



The Highly Practical Mrs. Parker

dorothy-r-p "I'd like to have money. And I'd like to be a good writer. These two can come together, and I hope they will, but if that's too adorable, I'd rather have money." - Dorothy Parker // I saw this quote about a year ago and tried to feel offended, as a purist, roughly - - if one can be roughly a purist, which in itself sounds kind of ironically Parker-esque. But then I had an interesting year.



TEDx in Jerusalem: In Search of the Greater Good

Altruism2 A world renowned physicist, a brilliant bio-tech founder, and a celebrated science biographer walk into a Hillel house… and raise the bar. The recent TEDx ‘Talpiot’ event in Jerusalem, in a word, made me feel late.



Triangle Triptych

vicky-cristina-barcelona I know it’s autumn because the yearly Torah reading cycle is back at Genesis, with all of the complex internecine business – Betrayal! Sex! Murder! – that being human, even the kind that talks to God, seems to brings with it. It’s the time of year I like to bring out my biblical poetry (every girl needs some in her repertoire, no?) and post it for the four or six people who appreciate it. Speci[...]