I cannot tell you when my friendship with Deanna began. It can probably be traced back to a single tweet, sent long ago, but I couldn’t say for sure. The details are lost to time – I can only say that at some point we started talking, and one day I told my husband that…
I love playing the part of the Ugly American. The way I figure it, if people are going to judge and hate me without knowing me, the least I can do is have a little fun at their expense. The best part is the look on their faces when they realize I’ve been messing with…
Recently, my home has come to resemble a slumber party full of middle school girls. There’s been lots of giggling, and excitement, and jumping around, and yes, it’s because of a boy. Specifically, this one: Adorable, ain’t he? Ignore the hair. It just … well, it just is. The lovely gentleman pictured with my husband…
Today’s guest post (the very first one of 2011) is by Lara, the enormously talented blogatrix behind Food Soil Thread. Not only is Lara a fellow Pacific Northwest gal, she has a preoccupation with food and travel, and regularly embarrasses her family by taking photographs of nearly every thing they eat. In other words, we…
I am not an art critic. Don’t get me wrong: I’m massively critical. Of like, everything. And I love visiting galleries and museums. But art critic? That sounds like nearly as douchey a profession as music critic. Perhaps more so, because, for the most part, music is supposed to be enjoyable. Art doesn’t necessarily have…
I thought I’d continue with my U.K.-lovefest and present 10 photos from our last trip to London, in which we roamed around, ate dessert, and made juvenile jokes about the human anatomy. Which, if you’ve been paying attention, isn’t all that different from what we do at home. Long-necked giraffe, Giraffe Cafe, London.– – Checking…
A few weeks back Rand and I were having a conversation with our friend Rob, who happens to be from England. The exchange went something like this: Rob: Bob’s your uncle! Codswallup! Bangers and mash! BLAH BLAH BLAH HOGWARTS. Me: I have no idea what you’re talking about. Speak American, please. Rob: Ahem … Did…
I was originally going to make this a Dick Move! post, but honestly, if I did that every single time I felt the inclination, that’s all this site would be (and I’m pretty sure I can’t get the domain dickmove.com, and if I did, I would probably get a lot of misdirected traffic). But I…
I’m finally (kind of, sort of) over the Colts’ loss a few weeks ago that I think I can finally talk about the Superbowl. And I promise I’ll make only one catty comment about the Saints. Maybe two. Some of Rand’s colleagues were over from the U.K. and joined us, along with a handful of…
Tales of Food, Feminism, and Fury
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