Many months ago, I lost our camera. It absolutely sucked. We were coming back from Germany, and in my usual frenzy of documenting every damn thing I see, I had my camera out. I thought it was in my pocket when we deplaned, but it must have fallen out onto my seat, and the second…
For the most part, I get the English. I really do. I know that we’re “two countries separated by a common langauge” (or something equally obnoixous and clever), but for the most part, I understand and am pretty familiar with English culture. My mom spent her childhood split between the U.K and Italy, and my…
Dear Rand, This post is basically for you (most of them are) so I figured I’d just address it to you outright. It’s a post about our trip to New York. Not the one we took a few weeks back. No. I mean the one we went on years ago. The one we still talk…
The Wednesday before leaving for London, I had dinner with a group of friends and colleagues. Afterwards, Rand and I were walking with our friend Natala to our respective cars. She and I were trying to figure out when we could meet up again, and we had this exchange: Natala: I’m going to California, but…
I really wanted to write a Dick Move! post about the crazy gal we encountered in NYC’s Meat-Packing District, but in the end I just wanted to toss a sweater over her shoulders, tell her that she was better than this, and threaten to call her mother. Rand and I were wandering around the west…
I am dying to tell you folks of all the magic that London has to offer (Sticky toffee pudding! Men who call you “Love”! Sticky toffee pudding! The best subway system EVER! Sticky toffee pudding! Bubble skirts that hide the huge thighs you’ve developed from eating too much … Sticky toffee pudding!) but I’d be doing…
Rand and I just got back from London last night, after the sort of trip that has you mentally packing up your apartment and shipping it off to the U.K., because YOU ARE NEVER GOING BACK HOME. But here we are, back in rainy cold Seattle, and I won’t lie, I’m a bit happy about…
I can appreciate modern art. I won’t stand in front of a painting and discuss, seemingly to no end, the different elements of a painting, its composition, or what I thought the artist intended. But I will, on occassion, turn to my husband and say, “I like that.” And, often, he will reply with, “Me…
The Guggenheim and the Cooper-Hewitt Design Museum on New York’s Upper East Side don’t seem to get as much love as other big players in NYC, like the Met and the MOMA. They also don’t have snazzy nicknames (I suspect these two observations are related). Rand and I tried coming up with some, but the…
Tales of Food, Feminism, and Fury
by Geraldine DeRuiter
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