Sean


Dec
20
2007

A Note On Advent Calendars

So listen, how about this: why can't we have advent calendars for every month, not just in December? Sure, we couldn't call them advent calendars anymore, I realize that, but perhaps we could get around the rebranding with something a little more secular. In fact, you know what, I plan to spearhead the campaign to bring advent calendars to the masses every day of the month, every month of the year! It could be a government program or something. Who do I talk to about that?

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Dec
05
2007

When Bad Restaurants Happen To Good People

On Saturday afternoon, after we'd been ice-skating in Hyde Park---and then to the Authentic And Traditional German Christmas Market; please note that it was not just Authentic but also Traditional---my friends and I went looking for somewhere to eat. We dismissed cafe after cafe, pub after pub, restaurant after restaurant. Most were too crowded, some were too touristy, some were simply too closed.

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Sep
11
2007

Las Mujeres Son Malvadas

We arrived home last night, tired and hungry, after a six-hour layover in Houston. Have you ever been to the airport in Houston? My god, that airport. Why is there nothing to eat there that wouldn't be out of place in a fourth-rate mall food court?

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Aug
09
2007

Curiouser And Curiouser: A Possible Ghost Story

When we first moved to Charleston, which was at the very beginning of 2003, we moved into the ground floor of a large grey house downtown, a house with a wrought-iron gate that made up for the fact that the kitchen was essentially just a countertop and an oven in the living room, and that the only electrical sockets in the whole apartment were, bizarrely, halfway up the wall.

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Jul
20
2007

Shake, Rattle, And Roll

In the wee small hours of this morning, I woke up with a jolt. I don’t mean that figuratively, like I suddenly sat up in bed and said “sweet baby Moses, I forgot to feed the cats!” I mean it literally: I was jolted awake. Physically. It felt like an eight-wheeler had slammed into the bedroom wall. The bed shook for a few seconds, and I thought---in that detached sort of way you think things in the wee small hours of the morning, unaided yet by caffeine or clarity of thought---“whoa, weird, the bed is shaking.” And then I went back to sleep.

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Jul
18
2007

Hi, I'm Not Here

I'm a guest poster today at Joy Unexpected. How did this happen? Well, the lovely Y hurt her neck and asked me to be one of a series of guest bloggers on the site so that she wouldn't just be writing about her neck the whole time, and I, of course, jumped at the opportunity. There may also have been some exchange of Vicodin involved. No, I'm totally kidding. I'm a Valium girl all the way. Also kidding. I swear.

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