Josef von Sternberg was not only one of the great directors of the 1920s and '30s, he was also an art collector in the circle of the enterprising dealer Galka Scheyer. She's the subject of the current "The Maven of Modernism" exhibit at the Norton Simon in Pasadena, and that enterprising museum is showing some of Von Sternberg's films along with it. Closing the series is 1932's "Shanghai Express," a stunning black-and-white extravaganza starring Von Sternberg's muse Marlene Dietrich as the enigmatic Shanghai Lily. "It took more than one man," she states enigmatically, "to change my name to Shanghai Lily."
Home care is often singled out for being slow to embrace and implement technology, but as the demand for care services grows, providers are forced to think outside of the box when it comes curbing caregiver turnover. San Francisco-based home care startup Honor understands this all too well, according to CEO Seth Sternberg. The company is using insights gleaned from machine learning to examine and address turnover internally and with its network of home care partners. Honor, which has raised $115 million since launching in 2014, teams up with independently owned and operated agencies by taking over caregiver recruiting, onboarding and training, in addition to day-to-day logistics. Currently, the company operates in Arizona, California, New Mexico and Texas.
FILE- In this April 26, 2016, file photo, Tampa Bay Rays owner Stuart Sternberg talks to designated hitter Corey Dickerson before a baseball game against the Baltimore Orioles in St. Petersburg, Fla. A person with knowledge of the meeting says baseball owners have ratified the sport's new collective bargaining agreement by a 29-1 vote. Speaking on the condition of anonymity because no announcement was made, the person says Sternberg was the lone dissenting vote during the telephone meeting Tuesday, Dec. 13.
At night I used to pad up and down the dark hallways in our house and stop outside my parents' bedroom. Bending over to squint through the keyhole, I could see my mother's slight body huddled on the right side of the bed underneath heavy covers, her head disappearing among them. Ever since her body was consigned to the disease, my mother had been melancholy. She squabbled with fate, demanded an explanation (I've never harmed a soul, she insisted), and quoted the Psalm we always recited at the annual memorial service for her mother, my grandmother Sarah: "Princes have persecuted me without a cause." Every year we had to search for it.