Our trip to Ireland occasionally ventured into the land of the cliche. We drank pints of Guinness, we ate lamb stew, and we wondered every now and then if all of this wasn’t simply a show put on for the amusement of tourists. Because, seriously: A potato specialist? In Ireland? (I nearly hyperventilated.)
Let me begin with a disclaimer of sorts. For the last seven years on this blog, I have staunchly avoided accepting free trips, tickets, passes, gifts, upgrades, hotel stays, or products. Last month, though, I caved. We were invited to opening weekend of the Oregon Shakespeare Festival, and offered press tickets for the shows, which…
When I was a senior in high school Titanic came out in theaters and it seemed that every single one of my classmates was losing their minds and their virginities over it. As they rushed to see the film in horny mobs, I stayed back, wary of anything that was too popular (and yes, that included the guy…
It’s the first Monday in March of a leap year – you know that means, right? IT’S OMFG I LOVE LEMURS DAY. (Note: OMFG I LOVE LEMURS DAY is something I just made up.) Had I had any forethought AT ALL I’d have put this post up on Leap Day, because, you know, lemurs leap. Regrets,…
Sometimes organizers of events get drunk* and invite me to speak at things! As such am incredibly excited to announce that I will be a panelist at the Women’s Travel Fest this weekend in New York City, a conference and an honor for which I am largely unqualified. After taking a gander at the speaker page,…
Our friend Hannah warned us that around the town of Cork, Ireland, people became very possessive of their beaches. I thought I misheard her, naturally. “This bitch belongs to no man-” I said, waving my finger defiantly in the air. (“See? This is why you aren’t allowed to have a podcast.” – Rand)
My endless fascination with two people taking photos at the same time continues. In Ireland, as I was snapping photos, Wil was doing the same (albeit more competently, with an eye for composition and light and all those other things that photographers understand and I do not). Here’s my photo, taken on the side of…
If you travel enough, you will inevitably find yourself washing your socks, underwear, and at least two or three t-shirts in a hotel bathroom sink. As any experienced traveler will tell you, this is the easy part. Getting your clothes wet in the confines of a hotel room isn’t a problem. I just realized that…
When I was in the third or fourth grade, we were given an assignment to write a letter to our future selves. Presumably our teacher didn’t have a lot of faith that we’d remain functional members of society for much longer, because she put the delivery date of this missive a scant year or two…
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