– Folks, I am ill, ill, ill. I was supposed to leave for California this morning, but changed my ticket last night. It was around that time that my nostrils decided to be The Blob for Halloween (they like to get started on their costume early, it seems). Blerg. All energy has been sucked out of me…
– Friends, let me tell you something: steroids are terrible. Many of you are probably wondering why a perfect physical specimen such as myself would need to resort to steroids in the first place. After all, my body is temple (albeit one dedicated to sloth and cupcakes). The answer is, simply, brain surgery. Steroids are commonly given…
– 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,…
There’s a gentleman who plays guitar on the banks of the Thames, near the Tate Museum in London.
Recently, I saw my first Banksy. Despite all the trips I’ve taken to London, I’ve managed to miss the provocative street artist’s work. On more than one occasion I’ve walked right passed his creations, failing to notice them at all. That nearly happened again this time, owing to the steak and kidney pie that was…
– On Halloween day, I headed to the Tribeca firestation made famous in Ghostbusters. That night, I channeled Margot Tennenbaum on the streets of midtown, eating stick after stick of candy cigarettes. The next day, I realized I wasn’t yet done paying pilgrimage to movie locations or obsessing over Wes Anderson. And so, on the…
My first vehicle was a 1976 AMC Pacer. (Please try to control your jealousy.) Because the seat did not adjust properly, I needed to sit on a large pillow to see over the steering wheel (I am short). Because the breaks were not the strongest in the world, I had to stand on the brake…
(Okay, fine – so today is actually Thursday, and not Wednesday. But I’m sure you’ll agree – “WTF Thursday” just doesn’t have the same ring to it. I’ve been on the road this week, and blogging’s been a little slow. Cut me a weensy bit of slack and I’ll love you forever.) Allow me to…
Tales of Food, Feminism, and Fury
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