A Microcosm of Truth

It’s been about 8 years since I have had go on a formal job hunt. By formal I mean having to involve a recruitment agency. So here I am – back at a recruiting agency – performing the same dance to a different tune. I’m waiting in a conference room that smells like the corner of career aspiration and stale office carpet. The overly heavy and overly bitter receptionist has a voice that is piercing through the makeshift conference room with walls that only go up about 7 feet. Like an... Read Full Story

If you’re lucky enough to have a grandma, she probably comes with grandma-isms (or nana-isms). In my case, they’re baba-isms – phrases my grandmother uses over and over. For instance, every time my Russian-speaking grandmother meets someone English speaking and I happen to be standing there, she points to me and proudly says: “She is my granddaughter number one.” You could be her surgeon or her butcher. Sometimes you get extra bonus lucky and your very own personalized baba-ism. Reserved... Read Full Story

My son Jake was watching me upload 150 pictures from our trip to the park earlier today when he had what I call a true A-ha moment. A certain look registered on his face and with a certainty in his voice he proclaims “I think you should be a photographist!” I remember this usage before – the “ist” suffix in an effort to create a job title. So my mind zaps backwards through a rolodex of memories and out pops a card from 20 years ago. It's my living room in Staten Island – all decked out in... Read Full Story

A few months ago I had a stroke of comic genius - my version of it anyway. I love fonts and thought wouldn't it be great to create a comic strip or cartoon reenactment of the different fonts and how they would relate to each other. Particularly, I envisioned a plot centered on the potential rebellion against Times New Roman. How did he get to be the default? Well … these guys beat me to the punch. Check out this video ... Funny stuff for the font lovers in the world. Read Full Story

Lately I’ve developed a compulsion to write everything down. Stringing words together and composing sentences in the shower, I want to write it all down – remember it – capture it. I stare at people in the subway and craft their character descriptions in my head... Divorced, single mom but doing well. She went back to school for medical lab technologists – did the 10 month program but it took her 2 years because she got knocked up in the middle. She saw the ad on the subway and thought now... Read Full Story