What I love about my notebook-fetish subscription box is that each month I get to try out notebooks and writing implements that I would either never find otherwise or would never think to buy. But the biggest advantage is that I have made some really cool discoveries about my writing in the process.
The medium is important.
Well, they have got nothing on Hadas Streit.The senior vice president at the global public relations firm Allison + Partners recently returned from a one-month paid sabbatical, awarded to staffers after only five years at the company. During that time, she rented a house in Cape Cod for a couple of weeks.Streit, who is based in New York, swears she did not check her work email once.
Source: In a tight labor market, companies bet big on five-year rewards | Reuters
So my colleauge Hadas Streit just finished her sabbatical and was featured in a Reuters article about our program.
Thirty-one days. No Email.
I am so ready. Like Hadas, I think this will be my first real time off in two decades.
Taking a break from a brutal business trip to watch my boys at Arsenal take on Watford.
Go, you Kings of London!
I’ll take Amtrak, with all of its faults and shortcomings, over what the White House would have as an alternative: nothing.
America needs long-distance passenger rail.
Working with a view from the 20th floor of the JW Marriott in Beijing. The view is gorgeous, the service is impeccable, the coffee superb. That’s the Huamao Centre in the middle, the Ritz-Carlton to the right, and China Central Place in the middle. It is a lovely area, a living testament to how far China generally and Beijing specifically have come in their evolution, (especially as most of the patrons of all of these places are Chinese now, not foreigners.)
At the same time, I must confess that the area is a bit on the highbrow side for me. One of the great gifts of age has been that I no longer feel the need to excuse my prosaic preference for a lifestyle that is more Nissan than Ferrari, more Kirkland than Armani, more tuna melt than caviar. Blame my parentage: both mom and dad were children of the Depression, mom especially, and among their many lessons to me was the adage that having the means to make choices does not dictate what those choices should be.
So I will head to the airport today with the delightful memories of a nine-day stay in this beautiful hotel, but I’ll be back in the Courtyard on my next trip, and happier for it.
The chairs at the homeowners association meeting are guaranteed to cause hemorrhoids after five minutes. Two hours into this session, and I’m losing hope for my tuchas.
Seriously. My sigmoidoscopy wasn’t this uncomfortable.
The kid is close. Real close.
The dunk won’t get him a scholarship, but it would probably make him really happy.
Seriously, though, he gets way more air than I ever did. Must be his Chinese half. We Jews need planes to fly. 😎