I have a deadline tomorrow, and I’m caught between working on the project that’s due, freaking out that the project is due tomorrow, and then wasting time surfing the internet because I can’t seem to focus on the project that is OMG DUE TOMORROW. So that’s why I didn’t really get a post up today.…
– Last week, my friend Danny emailed me about writing a guest post for the blog. This delighted me, because it meant that I’d get to spend today eating cookie bars and watching daytime television. Also, I got to read something that Danny had written, which is pretty wonderful in and of itself. He’s written…
I am climbing the stairs up and out of the subway, and before I even reach street level, I know: I’m lost. There are only two subway lines in Philadelphia, and I’ve managed to get on the wrong one. There’s plenty of amusement to be found in the situation (seriously, how the hell did I…
Do you ever have those mornings where you find yourself spray painting a fake ax guitar for your husband’s Halloween costume, and thinking that maybe, just maybe, you’ve outgrown this whole Halloween thing? That perhaps adulthood means that you don’t get dressed up in silly outfits and binge on two pounds of candy every October…
– We spent a week in Philadelphia, and halfway through our trip someone asked me what I thought of it. We were in a neighborhood bar, dark and cozy, the breed of which sadly does not exist in my town. Everyone knew everyone by name, and no one seemed to give a damn about tabs…
I’m starting to realize I visit a lot of old prisons. Well, maybe not a lot, but certainly more than the average person. Enough to where I can roam around one and find myself thinking something like, “This old prison reminds me of that other old prison!” Can I tell you something? When you realize…
This is my thousandth post. My thousandth. I can’t really get my head around that number. There are few things, short of bodily functions and actions taken to sustain my existence, that I have done a thousand times. – I mean, doing a thousand of anything is a lot. I’ve struggled over writing a thousand…
I love fall. I LOVE it. Especially when we actually get fall-like conditions, and not just, say, more rain. We’ve been having crisp days here in the northwest, with foggy mornings and sunny afternoons and lots of leaves crunching beneath our feet. In honor of that, I’ve been drinking copious amounts of tea and eating…
We weren’t in New York long. Just enough time for a trip to a few museums, a show, and for me to buy a pair of jeans at Uniqlo (they were so cheap that they stain my hands blue every time I wear them, and still I love them). That jaunt to New York was…
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