ABSILVER's World

Random Thoughts: My lack of admiration for Gwinneth Paltro grows daily!   Her belief that we all want to follow her sense of style.  That her life is so much more difficult than most women trying to raise her kids while on a movie set makes me think how out of touch can one person be?  She ranks up there with people I care about almost as much as the Kardashians. These stars who complain about the paparazzi and their lack of privacy, but then create a web site of "their style" and use it to announce their relationship status need to realize we of the "average" lifestyle learn to care a little less every day.  At least I do, and frankly makes all her pretentious acting look less like real acting doesn't it? I think the her need for admiration and attention is actually a little sad.  Honest, I am glad for their success and worry just about as much about them on a daily basis as the billionaire's who worry about their safety due to income equalit

Harry was telling me he is getting ready for Luci and a spring snow storm in New Jersey.  Luci is coming home from her winter wonderlands of Florida and North Carolina and Harry is creating a warm home for them to return to in New Jersey. Snow is an interesting thing in my life.  Growing up in Savannah it was a very rare occurrence.  Snow on occasion would bring my home town to a halt.  We had a fireplace in the living room, and we tried as hard as we could to enjoy being in the house for a few days as a family together.  Truth be told, we Silvermans are quite the independent lot and as soon as it was safe to exit the house we scattered.  There was no internet, no VCR, and I don't remember thinking to read a book.  I can also remember one snowstorm actually building a snowman in the morning and being in shorts by the afternoon. Next snow memory was at UGA.  The first snow storm every one assumed classes would be cancelled.  They got cancelled because the buses couldn't run

It is a rainy day in Fort Lauderdale.  Which means for me no walk on the beach.  Which means time for laundry.  Which means time for contemplation. I sit here on the verge of spring.  My springs are not noted as many of yours by the change in weather as much as a change of people, although our springs and summers are generally wetter than falls and winters.  It isn't noted by melting snow, green leaves showing up on branches or that pesky yellow flower that will rise above the chill in the air to remind everyone that mother nature is calling for the wakening of spring in the northern hemisphere. No, my spring is first noted by a migration similar to that of birds.  As the weather warms those birds start to migrate north.  My birds are snowbirds.  Some are only here sporadically through the winter.  Some are here for the duration focused on their lives here away from their normal day to day habitat of work and life. I must confess as someone who once was a snowbird, I hope

It was 2am... and my life was changing. I have written some about being in the AEPi Fraternity at GA.  My catalyst to join was being hated, and also being bullied in my first year at Mercer University and then at GA because I was Jewish.  I only start to think what my life would have been like at GA that first year if I had been out as well in 1983.  I remember clearly the day of walking into the dorm with my brother.  I don't think Mom and Dad took me, and I had had a rough few days which will be another post some day. I remember meeting friends from high school, one in particular Sangeeta Chandra.  There was a place across from the dorm that served chicken fingers, spuds and they came with a pickle.  They must have been ok, but the pickle rings true.  She said to me, you don't have to introduce yourself to everyone as a Jewish person.  That doesn't define who you are, but damn if it didn't define me to those on the 10th floor.  They were hell-bent on converting me