Jun
04
2008

Gatorade

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I'm a bit obsessed with Gatorade at the moment. Sometime during the Christmas party season, when I had one of the worst hangovers mystery illnesses ever, Sean bought me a bottle at the corner store across the street, promising it would make me feel better. And it totally did. I'd always shunned it in the past----a sports drink? I hate sports!---but something about the electrolytes (or, um, the high fructose corn syrup) just made me feel a little better immediately.

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Jun
09
2008

The Art Of Losing

I haven't been in Berlin an hour before I've moved us here, mentally picking up our lives in California and setting them down in some charming apartment with high ceilings and wide windows, a view onto a sidewalk cafe, the sound of church bells every morning. I'm fickle like this with new cities; it is, after all, how we ended up in San Francisco. I fall in love with a place easily, impetuously, often to the point of distraction. Perhaps because I've never really belonged anywhere for long, I always immediately see myself belonging.

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Jun
11
2008

Nothing But Bonfires: Now Apparently A Family Business

Since I'm currently busy supporting the German economy through the purchasing of mass quantities of milk chocolate, my brother Luke---whose musical stylings you may remember from back here---has stepped up to the plate in my absence with an excellent guest post. Luke will be studying Politics and Sociology at Bristol University in September, where he will doubtless pick up a whole ton of chicks.

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Jun
13
2008

My Dad Is Better Than Your Dad

So my mother told me that I wasn't allowed to write a special birthday-slash-father's-day post for my dad because it would make him sad and weepy, and then he'd have to close his office door and have a little cry, and that could get kind of embarrassing for him, because henceforth---I would imagine---no-one would ever take him seriously in meetings. And so I promised that I wouldn't.

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Jun
22
2008

Trader Joe's Fake Cheetos

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I'm sure I'm violating some kind of copyright law by calling these Fake Cheetos when their official name is Baked Cheese Crunchies, but they taste exactly like Cheetos would taste if Trader Joe's got hold of them, which is precisely what has happened. And while I used to only allow myself actual Cheetos in times of extreme desperation---homesickness, hangovers, heartbreak---I find that I cut myself a little more slack with these and will allow them to creep in to my diet during not-so-desperate times. Like, say if there is a "y" in the month.

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Jun
23
2008

Yo, Susie! Now Back And Ready For Round Two!

Hey, remember the first installment of Yo, Susie!, in which my 18-year-old sister Susie dispensed her particular brand of sage advice in response to the mixed bag of questions put forth by you?

Well, Susie is all done with her exams now (Results next month! Keep your fingers crossed until then! Ignore the cramping!) and has been hard at work solving the mysteries of the world. Um, too bad she doesn't get paid.

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Jun
29
2008

What Would The Internet Do? (In Which You Help Us Choose Our Vacation Spot For The Third Time)

Some decisions are easy: chicken or beef, paper or plastic, crunchy or smooth. I bet if I asked you right now, you'd choose between them without a moment's hesitation and then you wouldn't give it a second thought. (Chicken, paper, crunchy for me, please.) See? Easy.

But here is a tougher decision. In fact, here is the toughest decision, most likely the toughest decision ever made by ANYONE, ANYWHERE, and when I tell you what it is, you will see why.

If you had to choose between going to Paris or going to Rome, which would you choose?

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Jun
30
2008

Jeremy

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Oh, Jeremy! How will I survive the last week of The Bachelorette without you? Your brooding profile and creepily well-decorated apartment were the only things that made this piece of crap worth watching.

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