Uh Oh...Some Politics & Religion...Family Values & Homophobia: I Want My Kids to Know We Support Marital Equality

Tweet There's a fascinating letter that has made its way to millions of viewers via email and the internet.  Purportedly, it was authored by a Professor at (or formerly at) University of Virginia.  However, he has disclaimed authorship and has written a fascinating collection of the correspondence he's received in response to the letter he didn't write and some analysis.  Dr. Laura has also disclaimed the statement to which the open letter responds.  While the history of the missive is interesting, I'm not posting it here for that reason.  Nor am I posting it because Dr. Laura made the comment (I don't listen to her so I don't know), nor because Professor Kauffman wrote it (I have no idea who wrote it).  Let me also be clear that I have no interest in being disrespectful to religious beliefs or religion.  I am however really concerned and upset about the lack of tolerance toward homosexuality and marital equality (this week's events in North Carolina for instance, are very upsetting and disappointing and our President took way too long to come out in favor of marital equality just as Bill Clinton's don't ask don't tell was hugely disappointing and wishy/washy). I do think that the open letter is a witty response to the biblical argument that homosexuality is abhorrent.

I know numerous people who have religious faith and/or are observant, who don't have an issue regarding homosexuality.  For those who lack tolerance regarding homosexuality, bisexuality and transgender, I'm pretty sure I'm not going to change your mind regardless.  It just doesn't seem to work that way.  I am, however, committed to speaking up on this issue.  There's too long a history of not taking a position because we don't want to offend people.  If you believe that homosexuality is abhorrent and my strong and clear objection to that belief offends you, I'm okay with that and I don't want to be silent about it -- it is important to voice the view that homosexuality is not abnormal nor is it abhorrent.  That's how I feel.  And if you don't want to do business with me because I support marital equality and rights for the LGBT community, I can live with that too.

In the April 27, 2012 NYTimes, there's a piece referencing newly published research that states:

"In recent years, Ted Haggard, an evangelical leader who preached that homosexuality was a sin, resigned after a scandal involving a former male prostitute; Larry Craig, a United States senator who opposed including sexual orientation in hate-crime legislation, was arrested on suspicion of lewd conduct in a men’s bathroom; and Glenn Murphy Jr., a leader of the Young Republican National Convention and an opponent of same-sex marriage, pleaded guilty to a lesser charge after being accused of sexually assaulting another man.

 

One theory is that homosexual urges, when repressed out of shame or fear, can be expressed as homophobia. Freud famously called this process a “reaction formation” — the angry battle against the outward symbol of feelings that are inwardly being stifled. Even Mr. Haggard seemed to endorse this idea when, apologizing after his scandal for his anti-gay rhetoric, he said, “I think I was partially so vehement because of my own war.”

It’s a compelling theory — and now there is scientific reason to believe it. In this month’s issue of the Journal of Personality and Social Psychology, we and our fellow researchers provide empirical evidence that homophobia can result, at least in part, from the suppression of same-sex desire."

I didn't scrutinize the underlying research and it is worth noting that the NYT piece was written by one of the co-authors of the research (as opposed to an independently researched take on the study). What I do know (or maybe I should say 'what I do strongly believe') is that if you endorse "family values" then instead of wasting your time with anti-gay sentiment, teaching and lobbying or any kind of homophobia, why not go outside and have a catch with your kids or listen to some music with them or take a walk with them? Once I publish this post, that's precisely what I aim to do (after I remind them how strongly their parents feel about tolerance, of course).

Now let's have a few laughs at the very nicely crafted letter below (which I didn't write but kind of wish I had).
Ed
Quoting a letter widely distributed by email and on the web:

"Owning A Canadian

On her radio show, Dr Laura Schlesinger (America's most popular talk show host) - said that, as an observant Orthodox Jew, homosexuality is an abomination according to Leviticus 18:22, and cannot be condoned under any circumstance.

The following response is an open letter to Dr. Laura and posted on the Internet.
It's funny, as well as informative:

Dear Dr. Laura:

Thank you for doing so much to educate people regarding God's Law. I have learned a great deal from your show, and try to share that knowledge with as many people as I can.  When someone tries to defend the homosexual lifestyle, for example, I simply remind them that Leviticus 18:22 clearly states it to be an abomination ... End of debate.

I do need some advice from you, however, regarding some other elements of God's Laws and how to follow them.

1.       Leviticus 25:44 states that I may possess slaves, both male and female, provided they are from neighbouring nations.

A friend of mine claims that this applies to Mexicans, but not Canadians.
Can you clarify? Why can’t I own Canadians?

2.       I would like to sell my daughter into slavery, as sanctioned in Exodus 21:7. 

In this day and age, what do you think would be a fair price for her?

3.       I know that I am allowed no contact with a woman while she is in her period of Menstrual un-cleanliness - Lev.15: 19-24.

The problem is how do I tell?  I have tried asking, but most women take offense.

4.       When I burn a bull on the altar as a sacrifice, I know it creates a pleasing odour for the Lord - Lev.1:9.

The problem is my neighbours.  They claim the odour is not pleasing to them.  Should I smite them?

5.       I have a neighbour who insists on working on the Sabbath.  Exodus 35:2 clearly states he should be put to death.

Am I morally obligated to kill him myself, or should I ask the police to do it?

6.       A friend of mine feels that even though eating shellfish is an abomination, Lev. 11:10, it is a lesser abomination than homosexuality.

I don't agree. Can you settle this? Are there 'degrees' of abomination?

7.       Lev. 21:20 states that I may not approach the altar of God if I have a defect in my sight.

I have to admit that I wear reading glasses. Does my vision have to be 20/20, or is there some wiggle-room here?

8.       Most of my male friends get their hair trimmed, including the hair around their temples, even though this is expressly forbidden by Lev. 19:27.

How should they die?

9.       I know from Lev. 11:6-8 that touching the skin of a dead pig makes me unclean, but may I still play football if I wear gloves?

10.     My uncle has a farm. He violates Lev.19:19 by planting two different crops in the same field, as does his wife by wearing garments made of two different kinds of thread (cotton/polyester blend). He also tends to curse and blaspheme a lot. Is it really necessary that we go to all the trouble of getting the whole town together to stone them? Lev.24:10-16.

Couldn't we just burn them to death at a private family affair, like we do with people who sleep with their in-laws? (Lev. 20:14)

I know you have studied these things extensively and thus enjoy considerable expertise in such matters, so I'm confident you can help.

Thank you again for reminding us that God's word is eternal and unchanging.

Your adoring fan,

James M. Kauffman, Ed.D. Professor Emeritus,
Dept. Of Curriculum, Instruction, and Special Education
University of Virginia"

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Classics: My Dad, George Jellinek & Music for My Kids

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Here's a photo of the late radio host/opera commentator George Jellinek from his obituary in the NYTimes.  I regret that I never sent him a thank you note for the decades of joy he gave my father and the wonderful childhood memories I have of both my father and the grammatically perfect and anecdotally rich radio shows of Jellinek.  Great teachers of passion and obsession for music.

It starts with my father.  He endlessly played opera on a monaural tape recorder or a cheap transistor am/fm radio all day and all night in his little office in the basement boiler room of the home we shared with my grandmother and aunt in Brooklyn.  He had a voluminous library of scratchy tape recordings from WQXR's The Vocal Scene hosted by the now deceased George Jellinek who reigned supreme as the on air commentator for opera in NY from 1969 to 2004, when he retired.  Jellinek spun recordings of the same operatic aria by different artists and overlaid the comparisons with insights, anecdotes, and despite a definite Hungarian accent, perfect grammar. My father spoke endlessly and passionately to me about the most minute differences between an aria recorded by Caruso and the same aria (perhaps Che Gelida Manina from Puccini's La Boheme) by Gigli or McCormick or Tucker.  He desperately wanted me to fall in love with these recordings and artists and he waxed rhapsodic about the golden age of Opera, mourned its passing and glowed over the discovery of longed-for LPs in the Salvation Army stores and used furniture shops of Brooklyn  where, for a dime, he could add a Marcel Journet or Tito Schipa to his collection.  When, in 1994, he was dying of lung cancer, I spent hours a day in his hospital room -- and I can never thank my then and current employer, Lowenstein Sandler, enough for the gift of that much time with my father, especially since I was so junior a lawyer at the time and they gave me virtually endless time off to be with him -- 6 days a week for almost 3 months.  Much of that time was spent discussing Opera, listening to it (they had just begun to release golden age Opera vocalists on CDs and I bought him a bunch) and sharing anecdotes about those singers and arias and various unfilmed (but much spoken of) performances of different operas.  We also talked a great deal about books, movies, Vaudeville routines and, sometimes, the Yankees.  He wanted me to share his passions and since men don't always have an easy time sharing emotions, we achieved an intense closeness through these shared interests.

To tell the truth -- and he knew this -- I'd almost always rather hear Aretha Franklin sing Soul Serenade than a scratchy recording of Caruso doing Ridi Pagliacco (though that does rock).  I think what's important is this: (1) I saw my dad's passion for music, (2) he shared it openly and freely with me, (3) we connected through it in a way that never could have happened without his openness about it -- letting me see his eyes fill with tears over a performance definitely taught me something about what being a man meant, especially in a pretty rough neighborhood in Brooklyn where my friends weren't listening to Opera, (4) his memory lives in me and is evoked by any mention of Opera or Mark Twain or John Steinbeck or H.P. Lovecraft or Sherlock Holmes or any of the things he held dear, (5) his love of anecdotes and the stories behind the music was infectious and (6) while the Opera thing never fully took -- I'm there...I'm totally there on the passion and on allowing myself to be brought to tears by a performance (sometimes humiliatingly so, especially on airplanes) and on questing for the stories behind the music I love (and sometimes falling in love with the music because of the back story).

For one of those stories, check out this Youtube of the great Caruso and the wonderful Soprano, Geraldine Farrar from Madame Butterfly.  More than 30 years ago, my father shared with me (and thank you Youtube for now confirming my rusty memory) this story.  If you listen really closely Farrar, the Soprano, has replaced one of the lyrics (about 26 seconds in) with "He had a highball" (whiskey and soda) and Caruso, according to legend, replaces his reply lyrics with "No, I had three."  I can clearly hear the first line, but am unsure of Caruso's reply - nonetheless, how lovely and unforgettable an anecdote, especially because my father told it with a zeal -- he felt as if he'd been let in on a secret and had forever more shared an inside joke with a tenor he worshipped...and he had.
So the next time you hear me spout an overly verbose story about a bottle of wine, it's just because I don't have any Opera anecdotes to share but I sure do want to relive that moment in which I was communing with that wine and sharing something with that winemaker I worship.

During high school I learned that a classic is something that has withstood the test of time.  I've compelled my kids to immerse themselves in and absorb the classics. They don't need to love all of them.  They don't need to agree with my list of them (well, at least, they can disagree with my list once they're paying their own rent).  I do feel strongly that they need to discover, refute, embrace and create their own list of the classics.

On reflection, it seems that my list of the classics isn't actually "works of art that have withstood the test of time" but rather works of art that have moved me and lodged themselves in my heart and brain so indelibly that I can't shake them.  So, for instance, Jumping Jack Flash may be a gas, gas, gas...and every high school classic rock cover band I ever saw seems to have perfected a cover of that song.  It is a really good song; it just never moved me the way that Mick did when he sang about the demise of his love affair with heroin, anthropomorphized in the song Angie which, to me, is a classic.  Similarly, I know that Shakespeare's works are classics and should be read and understood but I've been moved much more deeply by To Kill A Mockingbird, even though Harper Lee really only appears to have written one transcendent piece of literature.

Several years back (when I listened to terrestrial radio...generally left of the dial), I was listening to a college radio station and the DJ said that the next song was perhaps the best pop/rock song of the 1980s.  He then explained that he'd give his right arm to be able to write songs like this one.  I was stumped -- REM, the Replacements, U2, the Smiths, where was he going?  He played "I'll Stop the World and Melt With You" by Modern English.  Hmmm...save that right arm big guy!
My point is he was clearly so moved by that song and it was important to him in a way that was very sweet although, in my self-satisfied view, misguided.  But it did make me think.  So I am defining "classic" as a blend of (a) has withstood the test of time and (b) I'd be really bummed if my kids missed these.  My father's definition of classics in music differed pretty dramatically from where I am.  It seems somewhat unimportant, however, because he'd have been very pleased with the degree to which I feel passionate about music...music that has been indelibly imprinted on my heart.  And his quest for ten cent LPs at garage sales in Brooklyn, well that's pretty darn close to my endless quests for obscure bottles of wine everywhere I visit in person or on the web.

Here's the start of my music list in case I'm gone and my kids want to know what I wanted music, books and movies I wanted them to experience...and, if possible, to love.  Now that it's almost 20 years since my father Sam Zimmerman passed away, I sure do wish I could ask him what else I should be reading, hearing or watching.  Let me know what makes your list...I'm off to find a recording of Jellinek that I can force my kids to hear, like my dad did so many years ago!

High on my list, Ella Fitzgerald's classic -- Cole Porter was a frickin' Genius and Ella's voice is one of the greatest instruments ever created!

MUSIC (and there's way more to come)
Aretha Franklin -- I Never Loved A Man
Aretha -- Lady Soul
Ella Fitzgerald -- 12 Nights in Hollywood
Ella Fitzgerald & Louis Armstrong -- Ella & Louis Again
Ella Fitzgerald & Louis Armstrong -- The Complete Ella & Louis
Ella Fitzgerald -- Sings the Cole Porter Songbook
Stevie Wonder -- Songs in the Key of Life
Elvis Costello -- My Aim is True
Elvis Costello -- Armed Forces
The Clash -- The Clash
The Clash -- London Calling
Bob Dylan -- Blonde on Blonde
Bob Dylan -- Blood on the Tracks
Otis Redding -- Otis Blue/Otis Redding Sings Soul
Beatles -- White Album
Beatles -- Rubber Soul
Beatles -- Abbey Road
Beatles -- Sgt Pepper
Who -- Who's Next
The Jam -- All Mod Cons
Replacements -- Let It Be
X -- Los Angeles
Dar Williams -- End of the Summer
Richard & Linda Thompson -- Shoot Out the Lights
George Gershwin -- Rhapsody in Blue
Beethoven String Quartets (especially the Late ones)
Bing Crosby -- Pennies From Heaven (my Dad's favorite pop song)
Bessie Smith -- Gimme a Pig's Foot
Nirvana -- Nevermind
Bruce Springsteen -- the River
Bruce Springsteen -- Born to Run
The Velvet Underground (with Andy Warhol, esp on vinyl with an unpeeled banana, like the one I bought at Plastic Fantastic outside of Philadelphia in 1986)
Jill Sobule -- Underdog Victorious, California Years
Ramones -- Sedated, KKK took my baby away, Sheena, I Wanna Be Your Boyfriend
Jonathan Richman and The Modern Lovers -- The Modern Lovers
The Temptations
Janis Joplin -- though they don't have to love her (because I know they already don't)
Smokey Robinson
Chi-Lites -- because Oh Girl and Have You Seen Her are two of the most hauntingly lovely soul songs (Here I Am is also beautiful as are some others)
Nirvana: Nevermind
Marvin Gaye -- Let's Get it On
Marvin Gaye -- What's Going On
Billie Holiday - them there eyes, pennies from heaven (and so many others)
Bessie Smith -- gimme a pigfoot (and so many others)
Replacements -- Let it be
Warren Zevon -- Excitable Boy (but many others too)
Marshall Crenshaw -- For One Day With You (because it meant a lot to me years ago)
Coleman Hawkins
Miles Davis - Kind of Blue
John Coltrane -- Blue Train and also with Johnny Hartman and My Favorite Things
Duke Ellington -- they need to know his songbook work with Ella and Louis and classics like Take the "A" Train, Satin Doll, and It Don't Mean a Thing
Cole Porter -- Miss Otis Regrets, Too Darn Hot, Let's do it (Ella+Louie version esp.), Begin the Beguine (which my dad loved), I get a kick out of you, Just One of those things, Night & Day, My Heart Belongs to Daddy
George & Ira Gershwin -- sure Rhapsody and American in Paris and Porgy & Bess, but the songs are so amazing
Sarah Vaughan (but they need to be able to know why Ella is better)
u2 - there's not one album for me, rather collections of many great songs (One, Stuck In a Moment, Pride, Sometimes You Can't Make it On Your Own, Yahweh, Beautiful Day, Sweetest Thing)
Jimi Hendrix -- Hey Joe (they should know the original Leaves version), Purple Haze, Little Wing, All Along the Watchtower (they need to know Clapton, Dylan and Jimi's versions), Foxey Lady, If 6 Was 9, Star Spangled Banner, The Wind Cries Mary, and others
Led Zeppelin - IV but also their pop stuff like Fool in the Rain, All My Love, D'yer Mak'er and, well, there aren't too many albums so really all of them
Rolling Stones -- old stuff, but also ballads (Angie, Wild Horses, Beast of Burden), Exile, Bleed, Sticky, Some Girls
Derek & the Dominos
Cream -- but a best of collection will do
Blind Faith
Eric Clapton (again, a Best Of will suffice)
The Cure -- for the sheer joy of songs like Just Like Heaven, Friday I'm in Love, and In Between Days and the goth-maudlin stuff like Boys Don't Cry, which is still pretty great and unique
Van Morrison -- the core song book and Astral Weeks (but they need to know Them and the recording of Gloria and not just think of Van Morrison as the old guy who did Brown Eyed Girl)
Simon & Garfunkle -- the complete works and Paul's Graceland disc
Toscanini -- thy should understand what made him great (and will need someone smarter than me to explain it)
Joni Mitchell -- Blue and Court & Spark
Richard Hell & the Voidoids -- because he was important
Willie Dixon and Howlin' Wolf & Muddy Waters & lightnin Hopkins & Leadbelly -- because so much of it started there, especially Howlin' Wolf's "Built for Comfort" (which we had the band play at our wedding) and songs like Killing Floor and Spoonful, without which Zeppelin and Cream couldn't have existed, which means Nirvana couldn't have been born
BB King -- especially songs like Sweet Sixteen (which may have been written about Etta James and my daughter adores Etta), Hummingbird (because my own wife is little and she loves me), The Thrill is Gone, How Blue Can You Get, and so many more
Etta James -- because they should understand that artists suffer and that gifts are too precious to waste
Bonnie Raitt -- because her voice is amazing, especially in the 1970s when she was selecting other composer's works and interpreting them brilliantly (and because my wife loves Bonnie's work)
Barry White -- because he had some Mojo! Even if they don't like it, they need to think about what it was in this music that has moved generations of listeners (okay, I really mean generations of women, but some men too)
Corneille - Birth of Cornelius -- because it is so deeply personal and poetic a coming to terms with the destruction of his homeland and his family in war-torn Rwanda and his voice (lyrically and his actual physical musical instrument) are so beautiful
Beach Boys -- great American composers and  God Only Knows is one of the great pop love songs of the last 50 years, while many of their songs may sound dated or have subject matter that is so narrow and 'of  period' it is brilliant music
Telefone - Illimite -- because Jean-Louis Aubert is supercool whether he's punked out (Un Autre Monde or Crache Ton Venin), poppy (Cendrillon), or downright anthemic! (La Bombe Humaine) and it is a shame we Americans have missed his music
Serge Gainsbourg -- because he's the French/Jewish Barry White... this guy had serious Mojo and broke rules left and right (well, mostly left).  At some point, I'm really going to have to disappear into his lyrics (translated) until I understand all the genius of them...or the things he's singing that, in fact, aren't lyrics! (Though let's wait until the kids are older before we go there!)

Los Angeles Punk Rock Innovators, X, with their album Los Angeles set more than just the album cover on fire!

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What kind of fool do you think I am? (Air Supply, the Jam, MoneyMoves, BaubleBar, Simple, Fanbridge & Lot18)

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"What kind of fool do you think I am? Do you think I know nothing of the modern world?"

The title consists of song lyrics to a wonderful tune by the Jam!  Why?...I'll tell you in a few lines, but first the news:
Earlier today I was interviewed on BloombergTV's Money Moves by very savvy host Deirdre Bolton (follow her on twitter at @deirdreBolton no, really, follow her -- she's smart as a whip). During the interview, the Instagram/Facebook deal broke and I reacted to it on the spot.
Here's the link.

I also got to talk about BaubleBar, the leading destination on the web for fashion jewelry.  Baublebar is an alumnus of FirstGrowthVN and a portfolio company of mine via GrapeArborVC. 

The interview also discussed Fanbridge, which is another alumnus of FirstGrowthVN and a portfolio company of mine via GrapeArborVC. Fanbridge is the leading fan management and marketing platform for email and social media.  Stars stay in touch with millions of fans each week via Fanbridge.

Having spoken of two of my angel investments, I turned, in a rare (for me) moment of humility, to discuss two investment opportunities I completely blew -- Simple & Lot18!

So now, here's why the Jam.  I was an idiot: they were right in front of me and I missed it. Formed in the 1970s, I was too busy listening to AirSupply -- yep, bought the damn tape.  How humiliating is that? (Have no fear, "I'm all out of love" for AirSupply right now).  I discovered the Jam some 15 years ago or so, but that was long after they broke up.  Here's a link to their song (quoted above), which isn't even among my top 3 favorite Jam songs (and what a song writer Paul Weller is!) Modern World.  This 1977 song is appropriate because the protagonist is basically screaming about how he doesn't need help figuring stuff out -- he's smart enough to know a thing or two! You can see it as anthemic -- the manifesto of angry young men -- or as hollow (in fact, I do need help, I'm just too stupid to know that).  With the power of hindsight, here's are two opportunities I missed and I confessed both on Deirdre's show:

Lot18 is a marketplace using expert staff to select wines.  Lot18 then connects wine producers and consumers --  the company doesn't own inventory or have classic e-commerce problems (warehousing and overhead).  What it does have is 750,000 users, $45M of venture funding and a team that has grown from 6 to 100 in 2 years.  They know their stuff and I don't own equity!  What was I thinking?

Simple -- well, we all know banks suck at customer experience. I know mine does (and I recently stopped a certain family member from going postal on our bank).  Simple provides an incredible customer experience -- it replaces your bank to provide a great and well designed customer experience.  Banks provide the back end (we can trust them to do things like keep our money in FDIC-backed accounts, etc), but Simple makes a great front end.  I had written a blog post about Simple co-founder (and early Twitter engineer) Alex Payne -- here's that one: http://bit.ly/Al3xZimm

Enjoy and thanks to Deirdre and her team for welcoming me back on, especially during a newsworthy day!

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Carousels, Salted Caramel & Magic...My 13 year old's guide to Paris

Tweet [My 13 year old daughter, Becca authored the following post.  I've added it because many of the people who have been asking me for Paris tips are seeking the best ideas for what to do with adolescents in Paris.  For context, Becca loves music, swimming, science, her friends (she might reverse that order), books, and fashion.  She aspires to be an entrepreneur.  She eats mostly plain pasta with butter and really, really wishes her family would vacation on the beach (sorry kid, we do love you though)! I should probably note that she wrote it not because she felt inspired by Paris, but because her dad compelled her to use her vacation time wisely...]

BECCA's Guest Post:

On every trip to Paris I “discover” new places I love and want to revisit.  There are, however, ten places that stick out in my head as places that keep drawing me back.  I always have to return to Sadaharu Aoki, an Asian-French fusion patisserie.  Every time that I go to Aoki I have to get the chocolate and salted caramel tart.  While Aoki is a bit of a walk from where I normally stay, it is also close to the much loved Luxembourg Gardens in the 6th arrondissement.  The gardens are huge and have something for everyone.  All kids will love the extremely modern and fun playground, which is right next to a terrific old carousel with an old fashioned ring catching game.  When we go, we also check out the go-cart racing and amazing gardens as well as the occasional pony rides.   Two other things that stick out in my mind about the Luxembourg are: the beekeeping farm and the pond for which you can rent and sail miniature sail boats.  The trail for walking is surrounded by wonderful exhibits of flowers, and stands for crepes, drinks, candy and balloons that come in really pretty marbled colors.  There is supposed to be a great puppet theater, too, but we’ve not made it there yet!  All in all, a fantastic park.

While I enjoy eating and playing, Paris is very well known for its shopping.  Some of my favorite places to shop are: the Bon Marche, shops and stands along the Champs Elysees, and Galeries Lafayette.  The Bon Marche has multiple floors for clothing, toys, fabric, furniture, food, and makeup.  The toy department is any young child’s dream, and for older kids there is amazing shopping and delicious food.  I recently came across the top floor, where I discovered a whole shop full of colorful fabric, string, beads and yarn.  A quick stop there enabled me to buy everything I needed to sew some bracelets for my friends and for myself.  The Champs Elysees is always buzzing with people, food, and shopping (I hear it is the most famous shopping street in the world) but I find it a little overwhelming during the holidays.  I love the Champs Elysees after Christmas, but it is difficult to breathe when all the Christmas shoppers are there. 

Paris is known for its museums and sight-seeing, from among its many museums and famous sights, for me there are certain must-sees.  One is of course, the Eiffel Tower.  I don’t even think you need a description to be sold.  The Pompidou museum has one of the fastest moving lines I have ever seen, and its three dimensional exhibits are always fun to hide or take pictures in.  The “winter room” (at least that’s what my brother and I call it) is super cool.  It was made by an artist named Dubuffet and we love just sitting in the nooks and crannies inside.  A really cool place to take younger kids is the Conciergerie, an old prison-turned-museum with wax figures in the cells. My brother and I love to take pictures of and with those wax prisoners!  La musee de la magie in the 4th arronidssement was a favorite every time we went to Paris with friends.  There are mechanical exhibits, a fortune teller booth, an amusing magic show every half hour, and a gift shop with easy, yet very cool magic tricks that can be purchased for 5 or 6 euros. 

There are always favorite places I can’t visit enough.  Yugaraj is one of those places.  (It doesn't seem to have a web site, so the link goes to a map of Paris showing you where in the 6th arrondissement the restaurant is located and containing some reviews).  The food is amazing. I recommend the paneer naan, which is home-baked warm Indian bread filled with delicious melted cheese but not too much cheese; just the right amount.  Yugaraj never has an “off” night.  The waiters are extremely nice, and are really good about handling special needs, which is a little less common in Paris than in New York (where all of us Americans have special requests). 

Now I know my dad asked me to make this a top ten list, but there is an issue in the macaron industry.  For those who don’t know what a macaron is, it is an upscale, miniature, pastry version of a whoopee pie, if that can be called a definition.  If you ask a random Parisian on the streets where to get the best macaron, they would say Pierre Herme.  But if you asked a second Parisian, they would say Laduree.  Multiple taste tests have been conducted and yet no one can come up with a perfect answer.  I think you’ll have to just try both places for yourself.  Feel free to bring back a few for me…coffee, passion fruit and pistachio are my favorites!

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My Favorite Paris iPhone App: G7 (Joe Le Taxi)

Tweet The title refers to the iconic Vanessa Paradis track from 1987 about a Parisian cab driver named Joe. J'aime beaucoup Vanessa Paradis and her tunes (she didn't write this one). My 13 year old daughter has another 10 or 15 months before she's fallen behind Vanessa P, who topped the French charts with this song at the ripe old age of 14! (She hit #3 on the UK charts at the time as well; astounding for a French language song). What's more astounding is that in the 25 years that followed, Paradis has continued to turn out really great albums (not just songs, but albums). Check out http://amzn.to/VanessaPsBest for her "best of" album (2011) and tell me you can stop humming track 12 -- Divine Idylle. That disc makes a great soundtrack for your family trip to Paris.
Which brings me to my one essential iPhone App for Paris travel.

G7 (when you speak, it sounds like g-set, though really it is g-sept) is a market-dominating lead generation service for taxis in Paris. Hailing a cab in Paris is tres difficile and quite different from hailing one in NYC. In NYC, you step off the curb and throw your arm in the air or whistle. Unless you look ill or are wearing a Red Sox hat, a NY cabbie will, at some point, stop.

In contrast, however, in Paris, you go to designated spots (the nearest of which may be 5 minutes away by foot, or by stroller, depending on your age). Even then you could end up waiting forever.

When in Paris my good samaritan deed is to tell other American tourists that the current effort they're mounting to hail a cab will fail and they need to walk a few blocks or call G7.
If you stay at a hotel the concierge can arrange for car service but if you aren't doing that, you really want this app. They also have an English language phone number +33 (0)1 41 27 66 99. I like to think that my French is good enough to cal their French language number, but my French really is deplorable.

The car generally arrives in 7 minutes (could that be the "sept" in G7?).

It does cost a few Euros for pre-ordering but it is pretty amazing and very worth it
A few things to note:
--in Paris, when you enter a cab, you must always say bonjour -- it isn't polite to just enter and provide the address. I usually ad a "Ça va?" (the French equivalent of "how's it going?"). Note: when the driver shoots back "Ça va" he's not repeating/mocking; he's giving an appropriate reply ("it goes")
--don't be offended when they don't know where you are going because they pronounce it differently -- I like to show them the address and there's usually this really profound moment of recognition as if they're saying -- "holy cow dude, was that what you were trying to say?"
--if you have more than 3 or 4 people, you may need more than 1 cab
--book well in advance for "rush time" car service (I once stubbornly made my family walk in the rain on Xmas eve for 45 minutes...but that's a much longer story)
--arranging airport pick up is difficult without an account at G7 and you probably don't want or need an account there so plan in advance for that.
--don't get cocky with your French in a cab. I once struck up a conversation in French with an Algerian cab driver. When he mentioned, in French, that the French had crushed his people, I began (in poor French) to speak of the French/Algerian conflict in the 1950s! He quickly, and with some pain, asked why in the world I would mention that when he was talking about the soccer game from last night! Yikes! Humiliating. I apologized profusely, left an enormous tip and shut the hell up. My parting advice, taken from Basil Fawlty: "Don't mention the war. I did once, but I think I got away with it!"
Hope that helps.
Ed

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Kristof, Goldman Sachs, Sex Trafficking & Investor Responsibility

Tweet I know I usually write more light-hearted stuff and pepper my posts with musical allusions. Not this time.

Yesterday Nick Kristof wrote a story (found here: http://nyti.ms/KristofGoldmanSexTrade) linking Goldman Sachs to trafficking in under-age sex trade. His piece asserts that Goldman 16% equity stake in and board seat at a private company that has 70% of the market for prostitution ads and has been roundly criticized for facilitating under-age sex trafficking. Goldman issues a statement saying it had no ability to influence management. Bull crap. I'd like any VC who ever owned stakes of greater than 10% and a board seat in any company to tell me that if they caught wind of horrific illegalities and human rights abuses at a portfolio company they wouldn't be all over that! One of the nice things about VCs is their ability to have an influence that's usually positive, especially where illegality and fraud are concerned -- ever see a VC catch wind of potential tax abuse at a company? Whatever flaws the venture community has, tolerating illegality isn't one of them, let alone tolerating human rights abuses.
Goldman's blind eye here is unforgivable. I reject the response on Good Men (which Kristof, who likes a fair fight, tweeted so that people could continue the debate) essentially trying to exculpate Goldman (found here http://bit.ly/GoodMenReplyTraffick). Goldman had a diligence obligation and sat on the board for years while the company choked down revenues from despicable exploitation.

Goldman is now in the process of dumping its shares, along with a few other embarrassed stockholders. Again, Kristof is dead on accurate: "If the minority shareholders, Goldman included, worked together instead of rushing for the exits, they might be able to pressure Village Voice Media to get out of escort ads."

This sort of trafficking and prostitution more generally are very complex issues no doubt. Nonetheless, shame on Goldman, again. Goldman: use your position to make a change here, not too do a "walk of shame" as you run from an investment you've held for years -- years during which you were on notice or damn well should have been.

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