Rain

We seem to have been inundated with rain the last month or so. Today, I look out the window as I exercise at the gym, and it is clear outside. I get ready to leave, and as I get to the door, I see that a torrential downpour has begun.
Where'd that come from?
Enough already.
Can't help to think of Florida, where during the summer, it rained with an eery consistency at around 4 pm, almost everyday. When I think about it, oddly enough, I seem to miss Florida somehow. Nostalgia does an interesting job on memory, doesn't it?

Cheers!

So, last weekend, I went to a cocktail party where we each brought our favorite drinks to share...served in convenient extra-small cups so that we could actually enjoy them, as opposed to falling over.
I brought White Russians, which has been my standard for years, but I think I should have taken another--a recipe I got from my friend from work. I call it "Cranberry-flavored excuse to drink Southern Comfort."

So, take some Southern Comfort, add a good helping of cranberry juice cocktail, add some club soda, and top with some lime. (I don't really bother with exact measurements.)

Pretty good drink, I might add.

Cheers!

The revolution is being twittered

To keep up with what's going on in Iran, go to Twitter and look for #iranelection.

Interesting article by Peggy Noonan from the Wall Street Journal, re: the Iran election and subsequent protests.

Whose Side Are We On? You Have to Ask?

America so often gets Iran wrong. We didn't know when the shah was going to fall, didn't foresee the massive wave that would topple him, didn't know the 1979 revolution would move violently against American citizens, didn't know how to handle the hostage-taking. Last week we didn't know a mass rebellion was coming, and this week we don't know who will emerge the full or partial victor. So modesty and humility seem appropriate stances from which to observe and comment.

That having been said, it's pretty wonderful to see what we're seeing. It is moving, stirring—they are risking their lives over there in a spontaneous, self-generated movement for greater liberty and justice. Good for them. In a selfish and solipsistic way—more on that in a moment—the uprising, as it moves us, reminds us of who we are: lovers of political freedom who are always and irresistibly on the side of the student standing in front of the tank or the demonstrator chanting "Where is my vote?" in the face of the billy club. Good for us. (If you don't understand who the American people are for, put down this newspaper or get up from your computer, walk into the street and grab the first non-insane-looking person you meet. Say, "Did you see the demonstrations in Iran? It's the ayatollahs versus the reformers. Who do you want to win?" You won't just get "the reformers," you'll get the perplexed-puppy look, a tilt of the head and a wondering stare: You have to ask?)