By popular demand, here are a few more scenes from St. Albans. (Tomorrow we’ll talk about South Africa and the Kloof some more. And then I’ll go back even further, to our Australia trip, and then … I have a lot to cover, folks. A lot. This blog NEVER ENDS. It is forever unfinished. It…
St. Albans is incredibly charming, and it’s a very short train ride from London, and there are plenty of other reasons to visit. All of them, however, are being crowded out of my memory because during our visit we ate at a place called The Cock Inn, and I find that to be utterly hilarious.…
I’d seen London so many times before. But I don’t think it’s ever been as lovely as it was at the end of October. I’ve heard it said that living in Seattle is like being married to a beautiful woman who’s sick all the time. And while that’s clever, it’s a little chauvinistic, isn’t…
You guys. YOU GUYS. The playoffs are this weekend and the Seahawks are playing Green Bay. I know that this probably means very little to most of you, but it’s basically a defining moment in my marriage and if we can get through this weekend WE CAN GET THROUGH ANYTHING. We’re actually both pretty psyched,…
“I can’t figure out what this is.” “It’s … slimy.” “I can’t cut anything.” “Cut? I’ve just been using my hands.” “Speaking of hands, Geraldine, keep yours to yourself.” “GOD DAMN IT, JON. Lisa, I swear, I’m not touching him.” ————— I have heard that if you take one sense away, the others rush…
I’m working on a post about a pitch-black restaurant we visited in London, but it’s taking me longer than I thought to pull together. In the meantime, I wanted to share with you some photos from our trip to California over the holidays. These were taken by our friend Dawn at dinner on our last…
I tried to do a street art walking tour when we were last in London. I’ve always wanted to take one, to have someone point out the Banskys that I’ve walked by a dozen times and failed to notice. When we were there in the fall, the weather was unseasonably warm (the last day…
“I wonder why some croissants are straight and others are curved.” “It has to do with butter content.” “Wait, what?” “The ones that are straight are made from butter. If they’re curved, they’re made from other fats, like margarine or whatever.”
Hi! Um … Wow. It’s been … a while. How are you? Me? Oh, I’ve been good. Yeah. And yourself? Man, it feels weird to be back here. Familiar, but also really weird. Like when you bump into an ex-boyfriend long after a bad break-up. But when you first see them, your brain doesn’t…
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