Archive | August, 2009

Rand and I headed out to Palo Alto last week, as he had another round of meetings with potential investors. Since the main reason for my presence was to make sure my husband didn’t have a stress-induced heart-attack, it didn’t end up being a pleasure trip for either of us, really. To compound things, I endured no less than two Dick Moves! from little white-haired old women over the course of this trip. Oh, and no one in traffic would let me merge.

All in all, I didn’t get an entirely favorable impression of the town. HOWEVER, my good friend Natala is from there, and we met up with some awesome folks, so I’m willing to reserve judgment … a little.

We left Seattle on Monday night, and had dinner at Pallino, which is one of the best places to eat in Sea-Tac Airport.


I’ve noticed how easy it is to find material for “Dick Move!” posts, and it has me slightly worried. Are people just universally dicks? Does travel bring out the worst in people? Am I hyper-sensitive because I try really hard to be nice and don’t understand why old ladies are ALWAYS TELLING ME OFF? It’s probably d.) all of the above, which is hardly comforting. (more…)

I was driving past our old neighborhood a few days ago, when I spotted this:

Its ... Its just so beautiful.

It's ... It's just so beautiful.


Oh, for the love of fuck, Kathika. I want us to be friends. I love you, I really do. But lately I’m wondering if you’re actually bothering to smoke the crack, or just swallowing the rocks whole like so many Tic-Tacs. Because you just wrote a post about Seattle landmarks and YOU LEFT OUT THE PIKE PLACE MARKET. I … I got nothing. I mean, are you trying to bait me? I think you are. And if that was your goal, Kathika, then you win. And, despite being a lifelong Seattlite and an EFFING TRAVEL BLOGGER, I’ve never heard of half of your suggestions. I’m serious.  So, without further ado, I present to you 10 Seattle landmarks you’ll actually want to see. (more…)

Dear Seattle Parks and Recreation,

I don’t know if I like your tone, young lady.



The Everywhereist

p.s. – Thanks to Ben for taking this picture because I am lame and forgot my camera.

Oh, dear Kathika. I was hoping it wouldn’t come to this, but you’ve left me no choice. I mean, honestly, after reading your “most romantic spots in NYC” post, what did you expect from me? Because, really, it doesn’t seem like you’re trying very hard. I can only assume, that like Stephanie Tanner’s famed dance recital you want to fail. Perhaps you think that success in travel blogging will take you away from your family, much like Stephanie’s dance troop promised to take her away from the Tanners. And while leaving behind most of them would be fine, it would be tragic to depart from the bowl of deliciousness that is John “Uncle Jesse” Stamos. (more…)

Okay, so first off, apologies for a dick move on my part: I realize that postings have been rather slow as of late, and I’m truly sorry if I’ve disappointed either of my readers (Hi, guys!). I’ve been rather busy, and totally blocked (seriously, I tried posting about my friends’ wedding roughly 4 times with no luck. That post has taken longer than Britney’s Vegas marriage.)

Fortunately, today gave me the sort of gem that I just had to write about. (more…)

I don’t like “making do”.

I probably should be more flexible. It certainly would help me a lot in my travels. Life would be easier. Because as it stands, I’m not great at improvising. Luke would have froze to death on Hoth because of me.

I am rambling, aren’t I? I blame it on the 104-degree-please-don’t-barf-on-the-carpet-and-it- smells-like-a-hobo-in-here yoga class I took. It might have cooked my brain.

But the point is, I like things to be precise, and “just so.” I need things to feel right (right angles are good, too). Make-shift doesn’t really work for me. And so, those easily trashed Ziploc bags that we’re forced to put our liquids in? I hate them. I feel wasteful using them. They break after one trip, they offer no support to anything I put inside, and they always looks kind of sad when I place them in the plastic bin. I mean, if your finances and options are limited, then I say go for it. But if you can, it seems like you should go for something durable and reusable, right? And, apparently, Flybags makes what I’m looking for.

I couldnt, in good conscience, use a photo of a hobo, so heres one of a tauntaun.

I couldn't find a good picture of the Flybag product, so here's one of a tauntaun.