Because let’s face it: some of us are never, ever going to climb Kilimanjaro. We’re probably not even going to sit through a documentary about Kilimanjaro, because that sounds sort of boring. But you know what? The world needs people like us, too. Probably. Here’s a list of totally attainable goals for the unambitious, the…
Someone once told me that the key to any lasting marriage is honesty, which is maybe true for, like, the Pilgrims, or any other archaic religious group that doesn’t believe in the real secret to marriage: passive aggressiveness. Also spite. Having a shared interest or hobby helps, too. But seriously, that last thing is impossible to…
The last few days have led to a lot of important discussions about flightless birds. As though there is any other kind of discussion you can have about flightless birds. AM I RIGHT? I figured I was the first person to have been clever enough to compare a penguin’s mouth to a Sarlacc pit, as I…
Yesterday, the NFL announced the consequences Tom Brady and the Patriots would face for deflating game balls during their playoff match versus the Indianapolis Colts. The details, by now, are known to virtually everyone who’s interested in the game, and even to those who aren’t: a four-game suspension for Brady, a million-dollar fine for the Patriots,…
We went to the Aquarium while we were in Valencia. It’s often what we do when we’re visiting a city and it’s raining outside – an unplanned tradition, one that formed slowly, but one we’ve stuck to nevertheless. L’Oceanographic Aquarium at the Ciudad of the Arts and Sciences is rather sprawling; Rand and I easily lost…
“You should try to get a photo of your dad smiling,” my friend Kurtis suggested to me before my last trip to Germany. “That’s near impossible,” I told him. And though I was well aware of this fact myself, I still attempted to do it. We all have our Sisyphean tasks. Wile E. Coyote attempts…
You said you wanted to see the desert. I can’t remember where you got the idea, but once you had it, that was it. It’s happened plenty of times before – you become singularly focused, you get a particular look on your face, and the only thing left to do is follow you.
Sometimes I am inclined to sit and reflect upon the goals for adulthood that I had as a child. How I vowed that I would stay up as late as I wanted, and I wouldn’t have to get up for school, and I’d eat whatever I wanted, whenever I wanted. But then actual adulthood crept…
I know I was supposed to go Capri and love it. That just what people do – they paddle through the Blue Grotto and eat pizza at a cafe and fall in love with the place. But none of that happened during our visit. The grotto was closed on account of weather, and seemingly every…
Tales of Food, Feminism, and Fury
by Geraldine DeRuiter
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