This story is a dangerous trifecta of boring things: waiting in line, parking a car, and a missing third item needed to complete a trifecta. Context We’re fairly new to Los Angeles, so we do everything wrong. I might send an email that doesn’t contain an exclamation point (!), or ask how to say ayurvedic, or eat meat … Continue reading
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Your Hair is a Barometer for the Amount of Crazy on the Inside
Backdrop My hair has always spoken on my behalf. Not just my hair; yours does it too. It communicates to the world about how you feel about the place you’re in at that moment. That up-do is telling me you’re having a fancy day. Your gnarly top-knot bun says you didn’t think we would run … Continue reading
A Thanksgiving Fiasco: Part II – the backwoods
Just after Thanksgiving Fiasco Part 1 – the country club, the evening continued… The blizzard was coming in mightily. You see, in November of 1991, the world hadn’t begun to experience the benefits of global warming yet. We left straight from Thanksgiving dinner and planned to beat the storm by driving through the night. Dad … Continue reading
A Thanksgiving Fiasco: Part I – the country club
As a child, I had two strong opinions about myself. First, I considered myself to be quite fancy. Second, I didn’t consider myself to be a child at all. One morning when I was 6-years-old an earthquake interrupted my morning cartoons. A news caster came on the air and said that for any children watching, … Continue reading
Kale and the Amnesic Gold Fish
In Spring 2010, my travel buddy Erik and I were en route to Mount Rainier. We stayed overnight in Seattle with a friend on the way up to the mountains. We’d planned for regular houseguest kind of stuff – flowers, thank you notes, etc – but that only applies if your host doesn’t live in … Continue reading
Sie sind meine schuhe? // Are you my shoes?
The Expectation A hodgepodge of my friends were living in London in 2007. We were cool. Real cool. I thought I was Kate Moss, my boyfriend thought he was Pete Doherty, and my crüe drank gin from teacups and read the New Yorker in hard copies shipped from the US. It’s enough to make you audibly roll … Continue reading
Zombie Nation
There are a few solid ways to rot your brian: Sipping the sizzup (thank you Lil’ Wayne), or Dropping a sheet of acid (thank you SLC Punk video!), and/or Getting preggers (thank you Michelle Duggar). I just found a new one, which is logging long flights in a short period of time. Some of us … Continue reading
Blastoff
I’m headed to my parents’ house right now to celebrate Christmas for 8 days straight. Like Scandinavian Hanukkah, but with more carols. In preparation for the trip, I ate all of this week’s left-overs cleaned out the fridge, laundered the linens for the house-sitters (albeit too early since I slept in a Snuggie last night), … Continue reading
Thunderstruck
For college, I went to a nerd school. Nerdwestern. And it was amazing. We showed up to legions of like-minded kids who read for fun and debated recreationally. As a girl, this was cool with me, but my three dude engineer friends wanted to meet chicks like they’d seen in R-rated college movies. More specifically, … Continue reading
Thanksgiving Past
This year I opted not to travel for Thanksgiving. Nothing gives me agita worse than treading on a moving walkway in the airport behind a three-year-old whose parents have given her a miniature suitcase, which seems to serve the sole purpose of adding drag to an already impossibly slow-moving human being. In the past I … Continue reading