I'm reading the new Einstein biography. It's difficult reading because I've never taken a physics class. It's also difficult reading because it makes me feel so utterly inadequate. He was incredible and the rest of us probably aren't, happily lost in the daily grind, rarely thinking outside the box ( Read more... )

I had a horrible day. Not really so horrible, in the grand scheme of things, but in the small-minded way, a horrible day. But today was Ali's birthday, so I put a smile over it all and tried to focus on celebrating him ( Read more... )

My feet hurt. The heels I wore to the Masquerade were high, and I was tall in them and wobbly. Michele was in heels, too, and Chris in blue patent leather loafers. We ate and chatted and left early, walking in the rain ( Read more... )