Here’s a tid-bid about me you probably don’t know: I (used to) speak French fairly well. I haven’t spoken it in years, not since my last visit to Paris, but back in the day I could feign conversational French with the best of ’em.

Being bi-lingual has always been one of my bucket list goals. Strangely enough, it’s a goal that gets harder when you don’t have a teacher at your disposal one period a day.

Last year I took German lessons but that got pretty pricey, and all I could end up saying was “The horse is done” and “Quick, please call an ambulance.” Important and useful phrases, both.

I’m having a new go at it with a different language. This time it’s Hebrew. Lucky for me, I have a teacher at my disposal for coffee or fro-yo once or twice a week (far more affordable than language schools). A new, but excellent, friend is an honest-to-goodness language teacher. Ask not what you can do for your friends; ask what you can give them to eat so they’ll teach you stuff. This happens to be quite convenient because my special man friend just happens to speak Hebrew as his native tongue.

Leshon is the Hebrew word for tongue.

I wouldn’t say I’m a natural linguist (otherwise I wouldn’t have been so eager to call an ambulance or give my horse the night off), but I’m trying. The hardest thing this go ’round is definitely getting used to reading a whole new alphabet, and then writing it backward because this language is read/written from right to left.

The good thing, I feel like I have a new hobby—it’s a nice break to take when I’m feeling stressed and want to occupy my mind with something. That, and I’ll finally figure out what it is that guy of mine is saying about me.

Lyla tov (Good night)!

Do you speak any other languages? Do you want to?





This is what breakfast at The Fella‘s usually looks like. Sorry for the serious lack of food styling. I keep some oatmeal, Better’n Peanut Butter, Almond milk, and yogurt there for eating emergencies. I combined all of them this morning. Trader Joe’s has the best organic yogurt. It’s really, really good. Tastes like it should be bad for you.


Working lunch: salad, soup, and a whole lot of writing
Red lentil soup
Mediterranean salad, which translates to tomatoes, onions, cucumber, parsley and lemon juice


I met up with some friends for dinner at a hibachi joint. I’ve never had hibachi before. Very entertaining, but I will say that vegetarians may not approve of food serving protocol. I ordered the garden delight meal, and the chef most definitely handled my tofu and veggies with the same utensils he used with the meat. It doesn’t really bother me, but I know plenty of folks it would.

Grilled onions, tofu, and zucchini
Steamed yam, broccoli, cauliflower, Chinese mushrooms, bok choy, asparagus, and string beans


Exercise: 40-minute Precor thingy that’s sort of an elliptical and sort of a Stairmaster; chest and tricep strength training