Birthday Pt. 2: The culture portion. (at DeCordova Museum and Sculpture Park)
Dutch pancake with fried oysters, bacon, hot pepper jelly, and goat cheese. From Potlikker in Williamsburg. Photo by Nicole Franzen for Food & Wine, via La Buena Vida.
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My Dad sends Lotto scratchers in every card. My last two, for Christmas and now my birthday, have…
Lisa Simpson has been my hero since 1990
This is, and forever will be, the matter.
My friends are all right. Also: It’s Ice T in “Surviving The Game”
Something weird is happening with that .me email I never use. I do, however, enjoy arting.
The way I feel about Ann Friedman is the way I felt about the cool girls in high school who WERE NOT the “cool girls” but were literally cool fuckin’ girls who would be cool their whole lives and get married in a cool way and have cool jobs and live in cool cities in cool houses and now I’m older so it’s not as tragic but I still feel butterflyish when I see stuff Ann Friedman does, for this reason
Agree/reminded to pluck that one weird upper-arm hair.
It’s a cruel fate that I can’t have real dogs or hot dogs in my apartment. Mainly because I would be irresponsible with both kinds.
Every summer, I have this debate over whether or not it’d be okay for me to put a grill out my window, onto the fire escape. But it’s probably illegal to block a fire escape with a fire. Siiigh.
When in a relationship with an academic, you often run in circles of wildly smart people whose job it is to know everything about everything–or, at the very least, everything about one really specific thing and then…