Feb
06
2011

What I Ate In New York

I spent the whole of last week in New York for work, and apart from the fact that I basically worked a string of thirteen-hour days---starting at 8am East Coast time and ending at 6pm West Coast time, very clever how they tricked me into that---it was a lovely time, during which I only lost the feeling in my lower extremities once. Yes, it was cold in New York, the sort of cold I haven't felt in ages.

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Feb
10
2011

I Am Just About To Kick Your Butt, That's What

This morning, Sean and I drove to work, which is a little luxury we afford ourselves about once a week. The rest of the time, we cram into the crowded MUNI train like everyone else and breathe in other people's sweat and aftershave and debilitating sense of ennui while standing pressed up against strangers in a way that's weirdly intimate because at what other time in your day-to-day life is your butt ever touching someone else's butt, you know? Wait, maybe don't answer that.

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Feb
14
2011

You May Be Sensing A Theme Here

Behold the newest addition to my kitchen! Isn't it lovely? This gigantic map was a birthday present from Sean last week and on Saturday we affixed it to the wall. Not, I might add, without playing a neverending round of "Can you find ____ on the map?", a game that will surely serve me well should I ever make it onto Jeopardy. The exact location of the South Sandwich Islands for $10,000, Alex! I'll take it!

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Feb
15
2011

Whole Lotta Nothing And The Barnyard Funk (Add That To My Collection Of Future Band Names)

I cannot tell you why but I just googled "is Ryan Seacrest Ryan Seacrest's real name?" (Spoiler alert: yes.) I have no idea why I did this---I have no interest whatsoever in Ryan Seacrest, other than a passing query about whether "Seacrest" was a real name or a made-up one---but I have been kind of spacy and dazed all day, which is probably one part Dayquil, one part grogginess from the Nyquil (is it normal to have such vivid dreams or did the spirit of Jim Morrison slip a tab of acid inside my half-closed mouth as I was d

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