The day that started with my trip to Roosevelt Island continued to be a good one. In fact, it might have been one of the best days I’ve spent in NYC in a long, long time. After all, when one day is so charmed that it spans TWO whole blog posts, well … you know…
Ugh. I might have overdone it on cupcakes when I was last in New York. I know: those words sound blasphemous, don’t they? Even as I try to type them, my fingers burn a little. If I attempt to utter the phrase, “I’ve had too many cupcakes” out loud, it sears my throat. Clearly, my…
– I don’t profess to know very much about anything, desserts and the career of Jeff Goldblum excluded (what? I have my passions). Other than being an authority on these two very important topics, I consider myself a rather middling resource. And yet, time and again, I get emails in my inbox from new bloggers…
I’m home for a little while, enjoying what’s left of the Seattle summer (it was late to arrive – let’s hope it will be late to leave, too). After days on the road, it’s fantastic to have access to my entire closet, a fridge full of food, and that lovely group of vagabonds, drop-outs, and…
While my blog doesn’t have an official launch date, I’ve declared its birthday sometime in the first week of July. Like an irresponsible parent, I don’t remember when my creation first came into the world, and I was only marginally interested in those early months. Since the beginning of July was when I started to…
– “I need cupcakes. Cupcakes for science.” I announced to my husband the other evening. “That sounds perfectly reasonable,” he replied. “I need them,” I said. “Mmm-hmm.” “SCIENCE!” I screamed. He nodded. Usually I don’t specify why I want cupcakes. It would be like asking why fish need water, or Berkeley needs drum circles. THEY…
… is kind of lame. There. I said it. Sigh. Here’s the thing: I love kitsch. I love dorkiness. I love things that would make other people cringe with embarrassment, roll their eyes, and otherwise want to storm out of the theater/museum/restaurant. It brings me such gleeful joy. Like children on leashes and chocolate cigarettes,…
Oh, dear Kathika. I was hoping it wouldn’t come to this, but you’ve left me no choice. I mean, honestly, after reading your “most romantic spots in NYC” post, what did you expect from me? Because, really, it doesn’t seem like you’re trying very hard. I can only assume, that like Stephanie Tanner’s famed dance…
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