Yesterday there was a recipe for lemon bars in the New York Times. Anyone who knows me fairly well knows how much I love lemon bars. I am always trying to find new recipes to make them just right. They are my first choice in a bakery. It is not easy to get the crust perfect and the filling balanced between sweet and sour. The perfect lemon bar is very elusive and a work of poetic art.
Several people saw this article and messaged me about it yesterday. What struck me was the thought involved. That someone would see this, think of me and act on it by sending me the link. The more technologically-challenged just let me know about the article, leaving me to look it up because they don’t know how to send a link.
This simple act of selflessness often goes unnoticed. Something as little as tagging someone in a Facebook post or messaging about an article shows the bright side of social media. It is making a connection between people in a very intimate way. Even if only for brief moment. This is being the seer, not the seen. This is a more subtle act that goes deeper. It shows how much this person knows you and doesn’t want you to miss out. Social media is notorious for self absorption; showing others how much fun you are having. That public display is suspect to me anyway (“Doth protest too much”).
So next time you see something that makes you think of someone – pay to forward. Don’t assume they’ve seen the article. Pass it on and let someone know you’re thinking of them. For real.
I just got back tonight from a medical meeting in South Beach, Fl- American Society of Clinical Psychopharmacology. I try to make it to this meeting every year. Prominent leaders in the field present what is trending now- the latest and greatest. It is where I hear about new developments and then can decide where to focus my research efforts.
Florida in June is so underrated. The tourists have cleared out; it is like a different locale altogether. The ocean is totally swimmable- unlike often during Spring break – the water is warm, free of jellyfish and there is no undercurrent. Restaurants and shops are empty, it’s actually tolerable to be there.
I also spent time with my Dad and my step-mom, Eva. Those two are quite the pair. Eva is from Peru and is connected with everything South American in Florida. The Latino influence is everywhere: in the music, the food and…workout wear. No one wears black. She hooked me up with a Brazilian woman who sells the most colorful, affordable, comfortable leggings ever. The colors are vibrant and the patterns are so unusual.
I wore a pair on the flight home, the black and yellow ones – the least “loud” of course. They were super stretchy and a nice break from my black sweats.
Now if they motivate me to work out, that would be awesome.
Would you wear these?
There is a common superstition that ringing in your ear means someone is talking about you.
Unfortunately for many people, the ringing is due to a condition called tinnitus (TIN-ih-tus), from the Latin tinnire “to ring or tinkle”. It is the experience of noise or ringing in the ear and it affects about 1in 5 people. Tinnitus may be transient but for many it is a chronic, very bothersome condition.
A rainy cold weekend is forecast for us but remember, there is no bad weather, only bad gear!
Some weekend reading/watching suggestions:
Are Men With Beards More Desirable?
The many reasons that people are having less sex
Isdal Woman: The mystery death haunting Norway for 46 years and ‘Major breakthrough’ in Norway’s 46-year-old Isdal women mystery
Is an Open Marriage a Happier Marriage?
I’ve been loving Shetland, a BBC crime drama set in the Scottish islands. The wild, scraggly coast, the eccentric people…it’s a fascinating series. Some call it Celtic Noir. You’ll want to go there.
Louis C.K. 2017 is on Netflix. He’s looking more dapper these days and is as funny as ever. Tackles everything controversial.
What are you up to?
Joie De Vivre!
When I heard about the triumph of France’s new president Emmanuel Macron I was thrilled, because while I know very little about French politics, one thing I knew was that I did not want Le Pen. Then I set out to learn more about Macron and I was struck by the obsession with his marriage. “Their love story fascinates many people and makes others dream,” stated Laurence Pieau in French Closer magazine. The Winter-Spring romance aka the May-December romance needs further investigation.
Those expressions refer to couples with large age discrepancies. One is in their prime the spring, May, fresh and new. The other is winter, December, withering and closer to the end than the beginning. When these relationships involve an older man and a younger woman everyone nods and thinks that makes sense. Why is it so different when the woman is the older one?
Macron’s marriage is one such union. They met when he was 15 and she was a 39-year-old married woman, his drama teacher. He was totally smitten. His parents tried to separate them by sending him away to Paris but their love was stronger than any ban and they got married in 2007. Today he is 39 and Brigitte is 64. He is the President-elect of France. Brigitte is actively involved as a partner, not eye-candy. They are equals in this venture. She is neither a trophy wife nor a surrogate mother figure.
There are so many things I love about this story. How this man waited, did not compromise and pursued the woman of his dreams. How she married her man, after first presenting this lovingly to her children. This love affair brings the invisible woman out into the open. I can’t believe this is such a big deal in this day and age. I agree with Macron who says misogyny is driving the public’s fascination with his older partner. This relationship opens us up to the far flung possibilities of romantic relationships. It is the absence of typical roles, true partnership, genuine respect and a big fuck you to those who think age is bad.
This is the most refreshing news I’ve heard in a long time. This story has it all – passion, forbidden fruit, love, power, money, success and a new dawn for France and all fans of older women.