It’s the Tuesday after the Superbowl. It is a day that holds a special place in my heart. Because on the Tuesday after the Superbowl, 2007, this happened: –
I kind of hate Cory Doctorow. Like that one kid I can’t stand but keep seeing at parties, I can’t remember why I hate him, but I’m sure I have a good reason. For a while, I thought my animosity stemmed from some run-in he had with my hubby during which he wasn’t polite to…
Part 1 in an ongoing series … Travelling to see my family is always incredibly educational. Just when I think I know them, I end up discovering something completely interesting – like the specific terms of their probation, for example, or which Eastern European ethnic group “has it coming.” On this trip, I figured I wouldn’t uncover anything too interesting – after all, I…
Dear Carl’s Junior, We live in a melting pot. Did you know that? I swear, it’s true. I have friends from every part of the world. It’s awesome. They teach me things all the time (like that in England, “Friends” is considered funny!). And they have adorable children. Here we are at our wedding with…
Something is going on. It might be a conspiracy. It might be a plot to control the minds of the young, all across the globe. Or maybe it’s just a catchy tune or three. But for reasons I can’t quite figure out, I keep encountering children who insist on celebrating ABBA‘s entire catalogue. It’s all…
I can appreciate modern art. I won’t stand in front of a painting and discuss, seemingly to no end, the different elements of a painting, its composition, or what I thought the artist intended. But I will, on occassion, turn to my husband and say, “I like that.” And, often, he will reply with, “Me…
My sincerest apologies for dropping off the radar and neglecting to put up even one post last week. I am sure my fan is very disappointed (hi, Rand!). Things have been crazy – Oslo two weeks ago, a few days at home, then New York and New Jersey (we just got back yesterday), and now…
Dear Hotel Deluxe, I like you guys. A lot. I’m smitten over the old movie stills and quotes that line the walls of your hotel. Just a few years ago, I went through a brief period where I refused to watch any movie made after 1955. This proved fairly challenging for my husband. It was the early days of…
Dear Seattle Parks and Recreation, I don’t know if I like your tone, young lady. Sincerely, The Everywhereist p.s. – Thanks to Ben for taking this picture because I am lame and forgot my camera.
Tales of Food, Feminism, and Fury
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