The Princess and The App

My parents were full of axioms intended to keep their children’s feet firmly planted on the ground. (No unnecessary ego boosts from them – no sir!) And I admit to dusting off a few of these useless sayings for my own daughters. The other day I whipped out “You can’t judge a book by its cover,” to which my witty 20-year-old said, “Well, now you can!”

You remember the Hans Christian Anderson fairy tale, The Princess and the Pea, right? In this classic story, it seems our Prince is having difficulty finding just the right girl to become his partner in life. But in the millennium there’s an app for that — an app that really does let you quickly “judge a book by its cover”.

Enter Tinder, the latest innovation for smart phone users who want to find a new friend. Tinder takes the worry out of blind dating. There’s no more useless, wasted time creating and searching endless inventories of what you like and don’t like. With Tinder, you simply create an account by linking it to one of your existing social media accounts and off you go. You are shown individual photos of potential matches, and you simply drag the photo to a green heart if you like the way the person looks or “x’ him/her out if you dislike what you see.

Tinder App let's you judge a book by it's cover.

Tinder App let’s you judge a book by it’s cover.

Is your job and frequent travel keeping you from finding your perfect match? No worries. Tinder uses location services to identify people in your vicinity. Simply open your app and let Tinder find someone nearby your current location. When you see someone you like, hit the heart on the photo and let Tinder do the rest.

The catch is that someone else somewhere else is also judging your book by your cover.

If you’re lucky (?), someone whose photo you liked will like you back. And, hence, a match is made in heaven. (er, that is, in the cloud somewhere.)

I still really believe you can’t judge a book by its cover. But Tinder is doing nothing more than capitalizing on human behavior.  We judge first based upon what we see on the outside.  Tinder is just the enabler.


30 Days, 30 Posts: NaBloPoMo is here!

Dedicated to sharing knowledge, experiences and information? Me too! #NaNoWriMo

The Blog

There’s a lot of buzz each November around NaNoWriMo — you may notice some of your favorite blogs dedicating themselves to churning out 50,000 words this month.

If 50,000 words seem like 49,000 too many or you’re more interested in blogging than writing a book, NaBloPoMo — National Blog Posting Month — might be your speed: a challenge to post once every day for the entire month of November. No theme, no word count, no rules; just you, your blog, and 30 new posts.


NaBloPoMo started in 2006 in response to NaNoWriMo; not every blogger has the time or inclination to write a book, but the idea of a challenge that forces participants to stretch themselves, grow as bloggers, and be part of a supportive community is undeniably appealing. As founder Eden Kennedy, the power blogger behind, put it:

If there’s one thing creative people…

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That Girl

Anna Elizabeth Tarovitzky stepped off the boat, her tiny hand clutched tightly to the hand of Suzanne Tarovitzky. Suzanne, a young woman in her early 20’s spoke no English, but found her way thru customs and all the way from the port in New York to the small village of Ormrod, Pennsylvania. It was the early 1900s. Public transportation of any type was scarce, difficult and long. Methods of communicating were largely paper and pen. Yet, this young woman, barely in her 20s and toting a child traveled from Czecho-Slovakia (as it was known at the time) all the way to tiny Ormrod, Pennsylvania.

Suzanne was my grandmother whom I never met. And Anna was my mother. And I am “That Girl” – the girl who came of age in the late 60’s and 70’s watching Marlo Thomas on TV and not knowing all I could do and not realizing the strength that lay within my own genes. I watched Marlo’s independence in New York City and never thought that could be me. And yet, in my own way, I hope that I became “That Girl”.

This blog is about all the wonderful people and experiences that made me, me.