Category: Life

Age is a Number

Fairy tales can come true. It can happen to you… Tonight, my 81-year-old friend Linda Hopkins is doing what most octogenarians do on a Tuesday night: record a live album of blues and jazz. She will require a cane to navigate the short distance from nightclub floor to stage, and the persistent pains in her...

Poem: To Breathe

Only when the thoughtless labor of taking and letting out becomes something Thought about Do we understand — appreciate being too profound for our speed-addled minds — the essential vitality of Drawing breath.   Filling ourselves with life. Expelling that which only trees and plants find useful. When breathing quickens we know the chase is...

Symbols

Celebrities aren’t the only people who need public relations help. Anyone oblivious to the power of symbols ought to have a publicist on retainer to interpret for them how the “message” is playing under the microscope of societal consumption. Newsmakers and ordinary citizens alike have a tendency to botch their presentation. Someone needs to refine...

Self Destruction

Depending on one’s quotient of Puritanical self-abnegation, the follies of other less disciplined souls often inspire the pensive equivalent of a scoff. Of the fatty we think, “Surely he knows that a diet of doughnuts and fries will only make him more obese.” Of the smoker we think, “Surely she knows that smoking causes an...

On Not Getting Old

Last night I saw my friend Linda Hopkins, the legendary blues singer, whose star on the Hollywood walk of fame commemorates her lifetime of entertaining on Broadway, record albums, and in concert halls around the world. She looked luminous. Her big smile illuminated the room, a nightclub on the Sunset Strip where once a month...

Too Beautiful

There once was a young woman so astonishingly beautiful that no one took her seriously. Blessed with fortunate genes, she had a face worthy of magazine covers. Unfortunately — and it was unfortunate in a strange, completely backwards way — she also possessed the figure of a highly coveted centerfold: slender, strong legs; a perfectly...

Waiting as a Social Bond

The great rock band The Sex Pistols had a song back in the 1970s that railed — railing being the primary function of all Sex Pistol songs — against their former record company, EMI. Watching a massive queue the other day outside a neighborhood hotdog stand brought back memories of John Lydon (aka “Johnny Rotten”)...

Why It’s Important to Earn Lots of Money

Most of us toil at jobs were not crazy about, dedicating a large portion of our life on Earth to laboring at tasks that may or may not satisfy our spiritual hunger. We recognize that we have a finite amount of time to be alive — and that time may be shorter than we imagine...

The Fable of the Seamstress

The immigrant lady had risked harm, real bodily harm, to leave her home and be here. In two months she had spent the little money she had saved over a six-year period of dreaming and waiting. Since arriving in America she had worked as a cleaner — of houses and dishes. Her real skill, the...

Urban Density

If one requires further evidence that we human beings are, at the end of the day, animals — or beasts, or savages in clothes, or however one prefers his locution –turn to our planet’s major cities. (One can look also to our obvious obsession with mating and eating, also.) There, in our teeming metropolises, we...