Rough Day

After a week of heat that reddened my shoulders and brought sweat to my knees, it seems that Fall has fallen. Today, my shirt and jacket were too thin, my jeans too tight and cold, and my bare hair too wind blown.

I spent lunch eating Pluto's with friends talking about internships in Nicaragua, creating cross-enterprise collaborative relationships, and far away leadership seminars in paradise. One of my favorite things about living in San Francisco and working in a non-profit foundation is this -- having meaningful dream-filled conversations with colleagues that I call my friends.

Babies, the movie

Oh my lord, could there be four cuter babies in the world than those featured in the Babies movie?

At first, I thought San Francisco was a bad choice to represent the entire United States. But, the film makers did a good job of focusing the film mostly on transferable scenes that could take place in any major U.S. city and possibly some suburbs. The lack of dialogue, beautiful cinematography and quirk-filled scenes had me giggling and gasping.

The film highlighted some of the big differences between bringing up babies in four very diverse reaches of the globe: Mongolia, Namibia, Tokyo and the U.S. Especially poignant and memorable were the scenes where the mother of Ponijao, in Namibia, cleaned her baby's poop-butt with her bare hand and the Mongolian baby, Bayar, stood amongst a field full of huge elk.

Overall, it was an enjoyable way to spend a sleepy afternoon.