I’m still sick, so I hope you’ll forgive me for another brief blog post. I feel like wet concrete has been poured into my sinuses. – When I was a kid, my cousin would often come visit from Italy during the summer. He and his parents (and later, when they existed, his siblings, too) would…
I’m sick. I mean physically (though everything else is up for debate). I spent the weekend in Los Angeles, visiting my wee little nephew, who is, for those of you playing along at home, the cutest person on the face of the planet (even though he screams like an 1800’s dental patient whenever one of his…
This week wasn’t that different than any other. Anthony Weiner got caught sexting (again). I made a fool of myself on camera (again … but this time it was on the Huffington Post! In my defense, there was a really bad echo, so I heard everything I said with a 2-second delay … and that’s…
– I never, ever thought I’d tire of eating French food, but at some point during our short jaunt I realized that I could not eat another duck confit. To be fair, this was less about being sick of duck confit and more about wanting to fit into the trousers I had brought with me.…
I was walking around the 4th arrondissement in Paris when I saw this: – I had to stare at it for a few moments to fully grasp the awesomeness that was happening. It’s David Duchovny – FOX MOULDER HIMSELF – modeling for some brand that we don’t have here in the states. It’s bizarre to…
My husband sees beauty where others do not, and for that, I’m grateful. – When something is aesthetically pleasing but too obvious, too easily attained, he tends to ignore it. While the world touts some new supermodel or starlet as the new standard of sexiness and perfection, my husband quietly notes that he really likes…
– Rand and I spent the weekend in Boulder, imposing on friends. I did a whole lot of nothing, which isn’t dissimilar to how I spend my days in Seattle, but being in Colorado, the nothing was done at a higher altitude. This meant that it was slightly more work to do nothing.
Tip: #56: If you can’t find a chair, improvise. (In case you want to see travel tips 1-55).
– I thought that I would really, really like Les Champs Elysées. I mean, it’s a street chock-full of shops, and it has a song written about it, which is all about falling in love and making out as you stroll down the avenue. If life has taught me anything, it’s this: if something has…
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