The Randomness of Being
Costco, the Partition of India, a Bat Mitzvah, and a Box of Clothes I keep saying I'm going to keep these posts short, but they're not. I have, as of five minutes ago, finally finished the endless freelance project that will, I hope, pay some of my bills and, more likely, cover the expenses of my daughter's upcoming bat mitzvah. Which is, like, NEXT WEEK. But before I put this curriculum-writing-induced migraine to bed so I can wake up fresh and make a round of phone calls to find a karaoke machine, a chocolate pudding cake, extra queen sized sheets (where ARE they? I know we had more), unemployment benefits, cat care appointments, and nice looking ceramic containers for the centerpieces, I had a few things to mention. Barbara Gerson, a terrific sociologist (whose book about work I read in ancient times as an undergraduate), points out that one of the