– Rand and I spent a few days in New York City last month. The city was bright and busy and full of crazy. There were a million stories being written all around us: tourists seeing their first Broadway play; couples falling in love; and whatever was going on with that drunk guy in Times…
Dear London, This is just kind of hurtful: – I mean, I realize that Scottish notes are easier to counterfeit and all, but really? You aren’t accepting them at all? What about if some adorable Scottish boy wants to ride public transportation and only has Scottish notes? DO YOU REALIZE THAT YOU ARE DEPRIVING GOOD,…
As a writer, I am constantly concerned that something big might escape my notice, and when a new social trend is born, when something of cultural significance occurs, I will emerge from a bathroom that smells of methane and will ask the masses: What did I miss? And they will roll their eyes and feel…
There are locations and happenings that, in my mind, hold a sort of mythical status. They are things which I’ve long heard and read about, and if I am truly lucky, if my life is as truly charmed as I believe it to be, I am able to see them. The list is long and…
It’s been a slow week here on the blog – forgive me for that. It’s been an insanely busy week in my life, and I suspect the two are related. A lot happened this week that I absolutely MUST tell you about. But for now, you’ll just have to settle for the links. ————— Ray…
There’s a gentleman who plays guitar on the banks of the Thames, near the Tate Museum in London.
I spent the weekend in L.A. After 48 hours or so, I was run out of town by an impeccably-dressed, gorgeous mob with chiseled abs, all screaming in unison: “DEATH TO THE SQUISHY MORTAL.” Okay, fine. I’m exaggerating. They actually said, “LASER HAIR REMOVAL AND NO MORE DESSERT TO THE SQUISHY MORTAL.” Which is way…
– Rand and I did not realize what the building was when we first came across it. We were heading to Linderhof castle in Bavaria, and when we saw the giant green dome emerge between the mountains, lovely and imposing, we figured that was it. It was only once we were inside that we realized…
It was a dark week here in my hometown. We’ve had more shootings in the last six months than we had in all of 2011. The last rampage (which ended in the shooter killing himself) happened in my and Rand’s old neighborhood of Roosevelt. It has me questioning the safety of my quiet little burg,…
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