May
25
2011

Me and Paula D

I am back from my trip to Savannah and Charleston and I am tired. Seriously, I don't know what's wrong with me: I am just KNOCKED. OUT. See how I put the periods between the words "knocked" and "out" like that? That is to show I mean business! That is to show you how serious I am about being tired!

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May
12
2011

A Thousand Words About The Sniffles

I’ve been traveling quite a bit recently, which is probably how I came to have three colds in three months. It’s infuriating to me, this having three colds in three months, because I’m not a particularly “sick” person. I can go years without so much as a sniffle and then suddenly bam, bam, bam, three colds in three months and before you know it I’ve bought stock in Nyquil and turned into one of those people who carries around their own tissues, and I’m not talking about a discreet little packet of tissues, I’m talking about a box.

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May
10
2011

Splendid Thing: White Noise Apps for Travel

Look, I am only going to say this once: if you fly, on a plane, with any regularity, there is something you need. I have decided that I can no longer fly without mine, and the few times I've tried to do it, I have regretted it instantly. No, it is not a lifesize cutout of Prince Harry*, but it is pretty close in its awesomeness.

It is a white noise app.

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Apr
29
2011

Monarchy In The UK

Let me be the first to say that I was not that interested in the Royal Wedding. Until I found out I'd be in London for it, I treated it with nothing more than a shrug and an eyeroll. If I'd been back in San Francisco, I probably wouldn't even have woken up early to watch, that's how unbothered I was. Even when I found out I'd be coming over for it,  I didn't really get that excited.

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Apr
25
2011

Ain't No Sound of Silence If Your Cell Phone's Still On

Some essential part of me has been forever shattered upon finding out, firsthand, that Paul Simon is only 5"2. He's teeny! He's tiny! You want to scoop him up and put him in your pocket! If I were to stand back to back with Paul Simon---let us briefly pause here and imagine a scenario where this would feasibly take place---I would, at five feet and six inches, tower over him. You do not want to tower over your beloved musical icons, I think. There's something really wrong about it.

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