Breaking with all black, some Chabad men are pushing fashion boundaries. A group of Chabad-affiliated men are flouting their community’s sartorial codes, donning boldly colored shoes, trendy hats, bow ties, sharply cut jackets and pocket squares.
So even Orthodox jews are wearing pocket squares? That does it. I guess I have to jump on the bandwagon now, too.
Why a certain generation will always love Winnie Cooper: “It is not so much a phenomenon as a textbook example of nature versus nurture—we were all nurtured to love Winnie Cooper, and to see ourselves as her counterpart, Kevin Arnold.”
Nah. I always thought Kevin should’ve gone for the girl from French class.
Driving home from preschool, a conversation with my 5-year-old son:
Javier: “Dad, can I move away from you and mom when I’m a grown up?”
Javier: “When I’m 39? I can move away?”
Me: “Javi, you can move away when you’re 18!”
Javier: “I’m going to move away somewhere and give speeches. Then I’ll put them on the radio and send them to you and mom. I’ll start with: ‘Hi, I’m Javier. I used to live with Zoe and Kate and Miguel. And my cats Watson and Sophie. Watson was black with a little white; one Sophie was all black and the other Sophie was all grey.’ I’ll start like that, just the first time.”
Me: “Where are you going to do this from?”
Javier: “I think I want to do it from Chicago. Are there places where people do that in Chicago?”
Javier: “Good. I think I want to make speeches and send them on to your radio.”
Me: “You mean radio stories?”
Javier: “Yes. I want to give speeches and record them and send them to your radio.”
Me: “Do you mean like news stories?”
Javier: “Maybe. Lots of different kinds of stories. Just on your radio.”
Me: “Do you mean, like NPR? Do you want to be on NPR when you’re a grown up?”
Javier: “Yeah” [he said it with voice fading, starting to look wistfully away out his window].
My son has just described “This American Life.” And would probably do a better job (at least in terms of annunciation).
(Photos: Channel 4)
LONDON — A battlefield explosion sends troops flying, a speeding car flips over on a highway, a ”Murderball” player is knocked right out of his wheelchair, all set to a fierce Public Enemy soundtrack.
“Forget everything you thought you knew about strength. Forget everything you thought you knew about humans. It’s time to do battle. Meet the Superhumans.”
I know two kids that will want these, too.
It will be no time at all before you see photos of my child wearing one of these on his head. The big question, though, is whether to go with Ernie, Cookie Monster, or Elmo.
A secondary question, of course, is whether they’re warm enough to serve as proper hats. It’s still pretty hot most days, but winter is coming.
Remember when Princess Diana announced she was retiring from public life? She knew what she was doing. Everyone loved her for it. Prince Harry should follow in his mother’s not his father’s footsteps. Strip off his crown. Retire from royalty. Leave the firm and join the crowd.
Then we’d leave him alone.
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It’s pop, not soda.
Foxon Park and its peers — Moxie (Maine), Cheerwine (North Carolina), Vernor’s (Michigan), White Rock (New York), Big Red (Texas), Boylan’s (New Jersey), among others — were the sodas that time forgot. As the exhaustive consolidation of small brands produced standardized American consumer products from coast to coast, they remained, against all odds, regional favorites. Coca-Cola and Pepsi became titans of the American soda market, and yet these bubbly icons of regionalism endured. Locals treasured them, former residents pined for them, and the rest of us hardly knew they existed.
Mmmmm, Cheerwine! That’s all I’m saying about soda on here though, not another word. Nope. =:ox — tanya b.