Wow!

Wow!

I haven't written in like 2 months, this is because I am in the middle of launching a new site and putting the finishing touches on my book.

More details to come in the coming months.

Just because

I can’t believe that September will be next week! So much has happened in this past year so far. The end of one legacy and the beginning of many others, we are living in exciting times.

This is going to be a crazy travel month for me, I will definitely try to post more but sadly my other writing takes precedence right now.

*sigh*

Have not written in a whole month! I've been writing and editing my book.

Just saw the Namesake and it made me want to marry my brethren.

I love, love , love Joshua Radin!

I am so tired *sigh*.

The Best

This is my favorite quote by far:

It's all about stolen art, psychoanalytic sessions and love on less than a dime.

Loves it!

First Love

Who knew that I would meet my first love at the tender age of 6? There was great trepidation in our first meeting. My mother introduced us; she thought it would be good for me to have a play mate. We would play together everyday after school quite regularly. If I was upset I would find myself being consoled by the easy temperament of my friend. From our first meeting, we became best buds…our friendship carried me through the angst of my teen years to my burgeoning adulthood in college. The funny thing is we never outgrew each other. My friend made my otherwise solitary note less lonely. I loved the tenor of his voice even his shrillness, his voice left me wanting for more.

Sebastian was ever present in my life. I see him whenever I return home for a visit. For me Sebastian was never cold or inanimate. Sebastian was full of life, he was my true companion. When I played Sebastian, my piano there was a world unleashed within me. The world to which I refer is seldom seen by others. I remember practicing Maleguena fervently and passionately. That song marked my first broken heart and my first standing ovation. Through music I learned something my mother had always taught me, the emotions you incite in others is what will be remembered about you. Beyond your dress and polish, how does this person make you feel when you are in their presence?

I didn’t know that I could love anything as passionately as I love this piano. Emotions that others would express freely I would save them for Sebastian and make something beautiful while honing my skill. I would walk down the street hearing Pathetique or Chopin’s nocturnes in my head. So on this day I write of a love that has lasted the test of time and has only gotten better through the years. My first love will always be Sebastian, my piano.

Inflation v. Deflation/Ego

I’m bogged down in financial speak, the state of the economy, and where it’s going. I just find it interesting that economists have been ignoring the fact that if little people lose their jobs it will ultimately affect the greater good. No job, no spending = potential deflation. If people are not buying goods this will drive prices down. I read a great article in the NYTimes yesterday by Alan Blinder citing that inflation is not the real danger. I agree deflation seems more in line with job loss, prices being driven down. I think it’s the most immediate concern. Inflation will come to the forefront further down the line. I’m not going to get into the specifics, read the article.

Would love to hear your thoughts, I sent the article to a couple of you.

Now onto the fun stuff, I can’t seem to get Beyonce’s new song Ego out of my head. Maybe it’s the subtext. I was speaking with a guy friend who conservatively said that of course the subtext has to be vulgar. I thought he was being cute but he was perfectly serious. Needless to say he doesn’t have a big ego (wink). Ok really who doesn’t love a man with a big ego who can back it up by his words and deeds?

Blueberry Beer

I am soo tired, but I had a great time in Boston. It was a hit and run trip, I was there for a business meeting but managed to meet up with two good friends.

I hadn’t seen one friend in 8 years. We lived in this house together in Back Bay in our early twenties; it felt as though no time had passed at all. So over blueberry beer (a fav of mine from spending summers in Martha’s Vineyard) we discussed our lives for past 8 years. We weren’t so different from the passionate young women getting ready to change the world; for the most part we have been true to ourselves. We have mellowed a bit; we are now more reluctant to argue about politics into the wee hours of the morning. We were known to do this--I was uber liberal and she was uber conservative--we loved to argue with each other.

It was fun to catch up even though it was a short trip. It’s funny how you just feel a connection to certain people that time and space cannot alter, I like that.