It’s grey in Seattle. And chilly. I’m sitting here in my office, contemplating grabbing a sweater. For the record, I’m already wearing jeans and a t-shirt. But it’s in the high sixties in here, and I have goosebumps. It’s out of sheer stubbornness that I don’t grab a cardigan, because it is July, and that…
– I’m such a sucker for old things. Whether it be grey-haired octogenarians or day-old pastries, I find myself smitten. Sure, they’re sometimes a bit crustier than you’d like them to be, and you can’t help but think of what they were like when fresh, but they’re still fun to nibble on. AND THAT GOES DOUBLE…
– Friends, let me tell you something: steroids are terrible. Many of you are probably wondering why a perfect physical specimen such as myself would need to resort to steroids in the first place. After all, my body is temple (albeit one dedicated to sloth and cupcakes). The answer is, simply, brain surgery. Steroids are commonly given…
I know it’s not technically Friday, but I’m hungry and thinking about food right now, so time means nothing to me. – There are statements I never thought I’d say. But after enough travel, I’ve started saying them. To a maintenance man in a New York city hotel: “Oh no, I’m happy to plunge my…
I’ve been sitting in front of this damn screen, trying to put into words what it is I love about Astoria. Yes, The Goonies was filmed there. And one of my favorite restaurants, ever, is down there. And the people there are both awesome and crazy in a way that only small town people can…
The first day of spring was on Wednesday, and Seattle’s weather almost seems to be complying with the season. Which I guess means I’m going to cave and shave my legs. Probably. Maybe. Eh … there’s a fifty-fifty chance. You know what? I’m just gonna wait it out. If it gets warm, I can wear…
– Do you ever get the feeling that you’ve forgotten something? It’s a sensation I absolutely hate, and I think that’s part of the reason why I’m always doomed to feel that way. I can’t leave the house without being convinced that I forgot to put something important in my purse (like my wallet or…
Rand and I have been home a lot this summer. This is in part due to the fact that we hate to leave Seattle when it’s finally sunny here, and partly because I needed to let folks dig around in my brain. (You know how it is – when people have been digging around in…
– Every time that Rand and I stay in an old hotel, we have a similar exchange: Me: This place is nice. Too bad it’s haunted. Rand: Baby, this place isn’t haunted. Me: You’d like for me to think that, wouldn’t you? Rand: Yes. Yes, I would. I would very much like for you to…
Tales of Food, Feminism, and Fury
by Geraldine DeRuiter
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