It’s starting to get cold and I have to admit I am excited. Cold weather means big cozy sweaters, mugs of hot chocolate, fuzzy socks to keep your toes toasty and lots of layers. And the only thing better than just cold, windy weather is snow!
Maybe I can persuade Mother Nature, or Jack Frost, or whoever is in change of the cool weather, to bring on the snow!
I’ve always wanted a family crest, tartan or something to represent our clan but Jews just don’t have such things! I love plaid and there is nothing that reminds me more of the holidays and the colder months than tartan plaid. The Scottish Weaver is the tartan Mecca!
Kind of feeling like I am lost inside a maze. I came in one side — eventually I will make it out the other. In the meantime, it’s a hell of a detour!

Two things that never cease to inspire me to dream and fantasize about the future — the great outdoors and great art.

The Catskills
“There is nothing like a dream to create the future” — Victor Hugo

Jonathan Adler

My
brother wrote this in May 2009, when Twitter was getting picked up at a frantic pace and questions of its usefulness and legitimacy where everywhere, and on everyone’s tongue.
“A few weeks ago my grandma asked me about Twitter (for whatever it’s worth) and over the last few months both my parents have gotten accounts. In thinking about this, it’s kind of a perfect platform for parents looking to keep up with their adult children. I realized in a conversation this morning that the answer to the common Twitter question, “who cares what I ate for breakfast?” is your mom. She wants to know that you stubbed your toe, ate a hamburger and went back and forth to Atlanta yesterday (the last actually happened). It’s exactly this sort of information that keeps you close to your loved ones (though obviously more detail would be nice, but that can always be provided in your other interactions).”
This really is true. (Please Note: I don’t love admitting Noah is ever right but, when the brother is right he deserves credit!) There are times where my tweets are specifically directed to keep my
mother in the loop. When I know I can’t call, or haven’t spoken to her for some time, a quick 140 character tweet perfectly satiates her need for an update. It’s also great because it means having to give less back story when I finally get a chance to catch her up!
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