Pride was a few weeks ago in Seattle, and while we really haven’t had much of a summer (as we’d been promised) it didn’t stop folks from stripping down, dancing in the streets, and being freely and gloriously exactly who they are. Rand and I popped down to see the parade and enjoy the festivities,…
If there’s one thing I understand, it’s being in a funk. Recently, several of my friends have found themselves in funks, for varying and legitimate reasons. And consequently, it put me in a bit of a funk (did you know that funks are contagious? Bet they didn’t teach you that in sex ed. Stupid middle…
A few months back, my car was threatening to be difficult. It hadn’t really acted up, but the “check engine” light kept going off, and it struck me that I wish everything in life were kind enough to inform you of its impending break down. In a panic, I brought my car into a repair…
I’ve noted before on the blog how strange my upbringing in Florida strikes me sometimes. Compared to Seattle, it is a radically different place: flatter, more conservative, and somehow weirder. I remember being devastated when we moved away in the middle of my freshman year of high school (this will remain a sore spot in…
This week’s blogger, Andre Gunther, is an expert in a field of which I know very little, but am still ridiculous passionate about: photography. And he’s been gracious enough to share some of his know-how. Read on for his tips on how to frame that perfect shot, hold your viewers’ attention, and maybe even capture…
Tom’s Restaurant (facade for Seinfeld restaurant sequences), Morningside Heights, NYC – – –——————————— Hanging out with Rand’s grandparents, Bryant Park. – – –
Act I: Times Square! – Act II: I think our hotel is this way! – Act III: No, wait! I mean this way! – Act IV: You aren’t taking photos of this, are you? – FIN.
Okay, first, a few disclaimers: my friend Christine suggested we visit a grocery store called Stew Leonard’s while we were in New York. Christine is all kinds of lovely, and I trust her judgment completely (check out some of her brilliance). Sadly, we didn’t have the sort of visit I (nor Christine, I suspect) would…
Okay, New Orleans. You win. I just might love you. So much, in fact, that the hubby and I comforted ourselves when something was closed or we didn’t have time to see it, by saying, “Don’t worry. It’s not like we won’t be back.” We used Rand’s business trip to San Diego as a jumping…
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