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Q: Is there really such a thing as a biological clock?
A: If you mean some inner drive to reproduce, no. Since reliable birth control has only emerged in the last 50 years, there was no reason for such an urge to develop as we evolved. Breeding was a given, not a choice, and therefore certainly not something nature needed to compel us to do. Even if lower birth rates might cause an evolutionary shift and create some "biological clock" to make us reproduce since we have found so many wonderful reasons not to, such a mechanism would not evolve over a few decades. So all the pressure we supposedly feel comes entirely from culture, not nature.
p.s. I don't feel any urge to have children at all. The only clock I hear ticking is the desire for greater personal freedom, not less.
Friday night was a blast as guests of DJ Robert Drake's Land of the Lost show broadcasting from World Cafe Live!. We really had a great time, but I have to be honest.... some throw backs from the 80's gathered around the bar really depressed me. I know, I know they got married had kids and got divorced. That will do it to you every time. I look at some people who I know must be around my age and I think e gads, you look stressed! I was one of those people that never saw myself getting older. I always enjoyed younger influences. I date younger guys- I just feel like I did when I was....well..... younger. I don't feel older mentally or emotionally. Maybe I dislike botox faces because I don't need botox yet? Will I change my point of view at the first sign of crows feet? Who knows? A kid's mind is so fickle that way. Case in point.........
Doesn't Istanbul sound so cool?
"Puffing on an apple-flavored hookah, sipping delicious tea and dipping the most gorgeous bread in the world into hummus, all to the soundtrack of Istanbul — now that's a vacation," says Columbia graduate student Liz Mendenhall, who traveled to Istanbul in August 2005. "More Americans should check it out. All of the Turks I met think Americans are scared to travel to a Muslim country after September 11. That has got to change."
Istanbul is one of the most dynamic cities in the Mediterranean. It's a sensory overload, a collision of Eastern and Western civilizations. The streets teem with people, restaurateurs call out to passerbys in a staggering number of languages, and the smell of spices fills the air.
It's easy to be overwhelmed by the amount of activity in the city. Visitors can choose from major historical sights such as Hagia Sophia and the Blue Mosque, as well as Topkapi Palace. Tickets for the Hagia Sophia and Topkapi Palace are pricey, with admission now costing about $10 to $30, depending on how much you want to see. However, the Blue Mosque only asks for a voluntary donation. You can also see plenty for free just by walking the city on your own. For example, you could easily spend an entire day exploring the fascinating and sometimes overwhelming Grand Bazaar, where shopkeepers tout their wares as if their lives depended on it.
Turkish food is an interesting blend of Mediterranean and Middle Eastern cuisine. Think melt-in-your-mouth lamb, fresh eggplant, olive oil, piping hot breads and yogurt — all at budget-friendly prices. Kebabs are seldom more than $2. Turks even have their own version of pizza, (or pide), without tomato sauce. Turkish beers and wines are good, but alcohol prices can be inflated in tourist areas.
Most tourists stay in or around Sultanahmet, the historical center of Istanbul. Lodgings vary from inexpensive hostels to world-class resorts. The Four Seasons, for example, converted an old prison into a four-star hotel and now charges at least $340 a night. Expect to pay $20 to $50 per person per night for simpler accommodations in this area. Further out in the city, rates can be as low as $15 to $30 per night.
Getting to Istanbul is simple enough, with frequent flights from New York and other major cities. Costs vary between $650 and $1,100, depending on the season. Summer is the top tourist season, so expect to pay the most from June through August. Once you arrive at the airport, taxis queue to take tourists to the city center for about $20. A more economical option is to take the newly expanded Light Rail into the center for a fraction of the cost.
I am obsessed with certain residents and I post them from time to time. I just came across another amazing home. It belongs to Christina Ricci and she is selling it. Of course its loaded with history- it once belonged to silent film star Ramon Novarro (gasp, swoon- I just purchased the book!) and later it had been owned by Diane Keaton, who refurbished and updated it in the '90s. Designated an LA historic-cultural monument, the house has three-and-a-half bedrooms in 2,690 square feet on three levels, with most rooms opening onto outdoor spaces.
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Ramon Novarro star of the silent screen
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The Navarro house circa: 1928 by architect Lloyd Wright
I AM: bored with Jessica Simpson, Angelina Jolie, and Katie Holmes and this whole idea of celebrity gossip.
I WANT: to see Madonna in concert.
I WISH: people on the net would stop talking about me like they know me, thats so creepy & stalkerish. They should do there own blogs!
I HATE: people who don't bother to learn about how corrupt this government is and still think the poor are just getting over.
I MISS: An old friend from the past- could it be you?
I HEAR: music playing more since I got an iPod nano.
I WONDER: How my life will turn out?
I REGRET: not being more vocal with what I need from people and putting up with them too long.
I AM NOT: motivated in certain areas.
I DANCE: a lot with my nieces.
I SING: To and from work in my car.
I CRY: most of the time for no reason at all.
I AM NOT ALWAYS: focused on myself the way I should be.
I MAKE WITH MY HANDS: Things people can read or rest there heads on or hang on there walls.
I WRITE: My blog, on myspace and a screenplay here and there.
I CONFUSE: What I'm supposed to be doing especially at work.
I NEED: to do several things, I'm not motivated to do yet.
I SHOULD: stop procrastinating.
I START: some things in my head but don't actually finish them.
I FINISH: watching some movies days later.
I TAG: you?
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The last time I saw Madonna was 1985's Like A Virgin Tour.
Now this is what I call a Seder dinner. Joan's apartment looks amazing. Also take a look at this front door and what it represents...

One of doorways of "the Row" on Washington Square North, once a center of gentility in NYC in the 1830s -- a good example of one of our best eras for architecture and decorative arts, now remains one of the last survivors of that era and is still in constant use. It is considered one of the finest rows of Greek Revival houses in the country. Romanticized in novels like "Washington Square" by Henry James, and "Age of Innocence" by Edith Wharton, this Row started out as the home of the wealthiest and later became inhabited by Village bohemians and many legendary artists, such as Edward Hopper and Albert Pinkham Ryder who were inspired by the environs. In 1939 the row of townhouses numbered 7-13 were gutted and converted to an apartment house, retaining the facades, with a common entrance on Fifth Avenue around the corner. They are now NYU residences. Number 8 in the photo was once the former residence of the mayor. You can see these doorways from the Park, and it is peaceful to look on such a strong reminder of the past still vibrant in the present. ~ Brian & Lucy
Sometimes I miss certain people from my past. I miss them because they were a helluva lot a fun. Chances are they were a lot of work too but that's OK, I'm a lot of work. I miss the crazy schemes and the laughs. I send all kinds of good thoughts there way but I'm grateful for the time apart. Maybe they are thinking of me- they probably are from time to time. I bet they miss my bottom line way of looking at things. Time passes and things change but the memories of good times are forever and that's so cool.
Melody Beattie has been one of my favorite authors for years now. Whenever I'm struggling with something I can turn to one her books and feel reassurance and guidance in the pages.
I came across a reading from Melody's book,52 Days of conscious Contact that hit home with me. The reading talks about blocking my blessing when I don't remain open. Sometimes I can get stuck in being right- my need to feel right that is. Whether I'm right or wrong is never the issue. The real concern is what wonderful thing I prevent because I was stuck in my head tossing around a ball that reads, Liz is right! At least I have learned to keep my mouth shut. I try to save myself the embarrassment of speaking before I think. If you are interested Check out the reading itself below....
Today's thought is:
"It was the night of my weekly recovery group," a woman said to me. "I had to make myself attend the meeting. We had a guest speaker from out of town, and everyone had been buzzing about this speaker for weeks.
" 'Oh, Corky's coming. Have you heard about Corky? Don't miss the meeting; Corky will be there to talk that night. He's the best.' I didn't know who he was, and I didn't care. I just couldn't stomach all this gushing. By the time I got to the meeting, the only chair open was right next to Corky. I was so turned off and disgusted.
"I sat through the meeting. Barely heard a word this guy said. At the end of the meeting, when it came time to hold hands and say the prayer, I couldn't stand the thought of putting my hand in his. But I did.
"When I got home from attending the group that evening, my husband asked me how it went. So I told him the whole story, about Corky, about everyone being so excited this guy was coming to town, about my decision not to be involved with this idolization of some stupid guy named Corky.
" 'Don't you know who that is?' my husband said. My husband pointed to the stack of books at my bedside all written by my favorite author in the entire world.
"It's him,' my husband said. 'It's the guy you read every night. Corky is just his nickname.' I felt this wave of horror go through me. I had wanted to meet this guy for years. I loved his mind. I loved his work. And here I had sat right next to him, even held his hand, and I hadn't even heard a word he said or appreciated the opportunity I had to meet him."
Closing our mind and our heart can cause us to lose a lot more than a chance to meet someone we revere. We can miss the true beauty and wisdom in people who at first glance look ordinary. We can miss opportunities and ideas that could change our lives. We can overlook danger signs. And sometimes, we can embarrass ourselves.
"Cooling at the crib watching my TV"- Beastie Boys
My telephone rings and the coversation went a little something like this.....
Ricky: Whats going on for tonight? Wanna go to Sara's event in fishtown?
Me: Yea sure, how is the parking? I'll swing by your place first ok?
Ricky: Yea thats good. Look up the time the event starts.
I go to my computer and check time of show......
Me: It starts at 10. I'll get ready and call you when I get to your place.
Ricky: Yea thats good. See you in a few.
Sara greets us at the door. We got some dinner, hung out and talked to some people. It was a really pleasent night- so uncomplicated, so chill.
I just realized I have been writing and editing this blog for three years this month. This morning I got an email from a very talented writer telling me how much he enjoyed UrbanAddiction and that was so nice to read.
Three short years and things have changed so much in my life. I'm really lucky and so grateful for people like Justin, Joi, Jane, Dimitri, Joao and of course Tony who helped me get this project off the ground. There was a time when this space got me through a job I hated. It was the one place where I could be true to myself and remember who I am- a creative being. If you are in a rut shake things up for yourself. Start a creative venture. My life is what I make it each and every day. It's as dull or as interesting as I make it. Blogging showed me that.
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Cheers to three years of UrbanAddiction
DJ K-Tell & The Dumpsta' Players present:
"NC-17"
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CELEBRATING 10 YEARS & 100 SHOWS!
Wed. Apr. 19th
11pm Showtime -- sharp!
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Love the Tee Shirt Bruce!
I have a long weekend, yay. Tonight I went to check out Y100 at a local bar (I was just reminded why I don't hang out in delco- thanks.) and Liam, cutie that he is hooked me up with two free tickets to see V For Vendetta and a tee shirt. I entered the contest but didn't win the iPod nano. I suppose since I already have one destiny was not in my corner.
Jimmi really has me convinced I should get Sims 2. As soon as I heard you can build a house I was intrigued. I'm dying to build my dream house several times over and fill it with fabulous furnishing. Jimmi's Sims house is AMAZING. The Divine One has placed about three chandeliers up in that crib! I think you need to add a guest room for yours truly. *wink*
Later, I am meeting with a friend who practices Reiki. I have heard of it but this will be my first experience even though I have had acupuncture and cupping. My friend promises I'm going to love it and I have no doubts. Anything that involves me relaxing and meditating- I'm all for it.
Of course Sunday is Easter and I'll listen to my nieces tell me how the Easter bunny somehow knew what all there favorite candy was. This is shaping up to be a great holiday, I hope yours is as well.
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Home Sweet Home- The Divine Way


I learned years ago, more is always revealed especially when it comes to people and situations. I was one of those types that thought I needed to dig to the bottom if I wanted to know more about something. In reality more is told when I let it go and watch it reveal it's self. If I'm meant to know I will and when that divine intervention happens the knowledge is even sweeter.
Everyday, in the course of doing my job I take this scenery in for my viewing pleasure. I'm so lucky to be out and about all day in this my work place. This is my office.....
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A beautiful historical area, much is preserved. All Photos by: Liz Fine
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Horses and farms are everywhere.
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Spring is rolling out before my eyes
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M. Night Shyamalan quietly shot "The Village" in this area.
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These colonial homes are scattered about the area.
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Another old house being used as an office.
What do you like to do on my space- take surveys, post comments or peruse the bulletins? Well I browse around and in certain cases check up and see what folks are up too. Good clean innocent fun, right? I have a couple of scenarios I thought I'd share with you.
One gentlemen I read up on from time to time I actually had to block! Yes, he is on my blocked list and I'll tell you the reason why. When I first became active on myspace I had my real age posted and this guy found me. He came on fast and heavy and continued to do so even after I told him I wasn't interested. He seemed intrigued by my age and went on and on about it. He left me no other alternative but to block him. One time I found myself out of curiosity checking his page and low and behold I read about the budding romance he was having with some woman. She seemed to really enjoy his attention unlike me and this myspace romance was in full swing. They commented about meeting and even falling in love! WOW. I was actually happy for them. They both seem to want the same thing and they were finding it on myspace.
It's always fun to check up on famous people- once you establish they are in fact the real deal. Sometimes you catch little glimpses of their reality. I saw one famous NYC party girl comment to her famous "70's" b/f that he wasn't calling enough and she liked feeling more loved. Another popular former couple even seemed on the verge of getting back together via the comment section. Each professed missing the other, but alas if it's happening they aren't playing it out on myspace.
For a while I reading this one particular actress' blog. She was more or less a one hit wonder who is SHAMELESS about tooting her own horn. Mostly I was stunned as I read the bragging and name dropping on a daily basis. Eventually, some questions were raised in my mind. The way this girl went on and on about her popularity, despite never having been in the gossip rags made me wonder. I decided to contact a friend of mine who was in the know about these things and my friend told me my instincts were dead on the money- Miss Myspace was a shameless self promoter who was by and large ignored by the gossip rags despite her efforts to secure a mention. HAHA!
You have to love it- the myspace wheels go round and round. Mr. Blocked and his girl seem to be on hold. I check and nothing- no exchanges between them. Is it over already? I know I'll look in on them and others again and more will be revealed on my space.
Mindy Tamaccio
She arches the brows of many a high-profile Philadelphian and will do yours, too, either through private appointment or at one of her visits to salons like Bluemercury. Her rate of $25 for 25 minutes is a bargain, considering her eye for choosing the right shape for your face. -Best of Philadelphia 2005
Update: Appointment set for April 17th at 12:30pm!
I hate it when people blog about trival things like being sick and what meds they are on, or how there boss irritated them or how they have so much laundry to do. Yea, I really hate those kind of blog posts and since it's all I have to blog about, I won't bother.
Ps. I have been thinking about Anne and Ivan a lot lately. Both have crossed my mind more than once. If either of you are reading this, I hope you are well. XOXO