– I hope Bill and I become friends. He looks sort of like a grown-up version of the kid from Up. He has the raspy, mumbling accent of a lifelong west coaster. Where every word lazily drips out of his mouth and spreads itself out on a sunny patch of grass.
Rand and I just got back home to Seattle, precisely in time to enjoy the longest day of the year – which was not sunny. Instead, it’s cold and rainy and miserable here. So much so that Rand and I have renamed the month “June-uary.” Happy June-uary, folks. Enjoy these links. I’m going to turn…
I have the emotional maturity of an 11-year-old. A really immature 11-year-old. Remember how I laughed maniacally at the scene where Jean Claude Van Damme walks around naked in Universal Soldier? Not much has changed since then. I think the human anatomy is hysterical.
I have never really liked Las Vegas. That statement may sound like blasphemy to some of you. And it’s almost a surprise to me, too. After all, Vegas is an entire town built around the Seven Deadly Sins – and you guys know how much I love those. I try to incorporate at least four…
– The trips, after a while, blur together. That’s awful to say, but it’s true. The first time you visit a city is like the first time you kiss the love of your life. You remember every single detail: the shirt you wore, the walk home from the restaurant, the smell of winter in the…
Rand and I have spent the last few days jumping around the coast – from Seattle to California to Colorado – and in the next few days, we’ll do the exact same thing in reverse – Colorado to California to Seattle. It’s kind of like doing The Electric Slide, but on a very large scale.…
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…
– Rand and I spent a few days in New York City last month. The city was bright and busy and full of crazy. There were a million stories being written all around us: tourists seeing their first Broadway play; couples falling in love; and whatever was going on with that drunk guy in Times…
Dear London, This is just kind of hurtful: – I mean, I realize that Scottish notes are easier to counterfeit and all, but really? You aren’t accepting them at all? What about if some adorable Scottish boy wants to ride public transportation and only has Scottish notes? DO YOU REALIZE THAT YOU ARE DEPRIVING GOOD,…
Tales of Food, Feminism, and Fury
by Geraldine DeRuiter
Paperback Available March 11th
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