– “I need cupcakes. Cupcakes for science.” I announced to my husband the other evening. “That sounds perfectly reasonable,” he replied. “I need them,” I said. “Mmm-hmm.” “SCIENCE!” I screamed. He nodded. Usually I don’t specify why I want cupcakes. It would be like asking why fish need water, or Berkeley needs drum circles. THEY…
Perhaps I’ve been to one-too-many museums, and that’s the reason why this next group of photos is a weensy bit artsy. Not artistic mind you, but artsy. The difference? One rhymes with fartsy. Rockerfeller Center (I think. I sometimes don’t pay proper attention to these things). Wardrobe malfunction, The Metropolitan Museum of Art.
There are people in your life who you never remember meeting. You’ve just always known them. – For Rand, that person is Kim. They’ve been friends pretty much since they’ve existed. –
Some days in New York do not come together well. I may get lost. I’ll take the wrong subway, or I won’t be able to get a cab. I’ll arrive at my destination late, hungry, and angry. And some days, things just fall into place. Not perfectly, mind you. I might end up slightly late…
Yes, I am finally writing about something other than the TSA. <THUMP> Wait, was that the sound of you passing out from shock? I thought so. But yes, it’s true: I’m way, way, waaaaay overdue in blogging about our trip to New York last month. (Not to mention our subsequent trips to London and Bulgaria.…
Many years ago, I was friends with a girl who, despite being abrasive and a bit mean, had a wonderful way of explaining things. She was telling me why she felt that she could never be friends with any of her ex-boyfriends. “At some point, I will look at him and think: Hee-hee. I saw…
Tom’s Restaurant (facade for Seinfeld restaurant sequences), Morningside Heights, NYC – – –——————————— Hanging out with Rand’s grandparents, Bryant Park. – – –
I keep trying to figure out exactly how to write about all the restaurants we visit in a city. New York seems particularly overwhelming, because every place you look up seems to have a few hundred reviews on Yelp. Everything consequently averages out to about 3 stars. It is, in short, impossible to know where…
In the travel world, certain places have an air of exclusivity. You can’t simply sign up for a tour or call up for a reservation. They are open only to the wealthy and connected. Needless to say, I am neither of those things. So I generally dislike places that are shared secrets among people in…
Tales of Food, Feminism, and Fury
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