I am blogging. From my new office in our new place, and not, say, surreptitiously using Rand’s computer while he’s in the shower or at work or otherwise distracted (note: shiny things, scotch, and old NFL highlights from seasons past work well to draw away his attention). Now, this does not in any way mean…
You guys will forgive me for phoning this one in, right? (As a side note, I do not know where my phone is). But yesterday’s post made me realize exactly how much moving to a new place really is like travel, and since it’s been ages since I last did a top ten post (or…
– Hi. Remember me? Yeah, it’s been a while. And I’m sincerely sorry. Those of you who’ve followed the blog religiously for last year or so (to whom I say both “thank you” and “WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?”) know that this is out-of-character. My highly-developed sense of Catholic guilt combined with an over-achiever attitude…
There comes a point, when traveling, that you simply cease to care. You may find that everything in your suitcase inexplicably smells like sauerkraut, or that you are sharing a train car with a guy who you are absolutely certain has a hacked up body in his bag, and provided none of those things prevent…
“You know what they say … if you don’t like the weather, shut up.” – text of an email I received from Groupon today. Spring is coming. I know technically it’s already here, should have started roughly a month ago, but in Seattle all bets are off. In this town, you see things that will…
I like to think that I possess a healthy dose of skepticism. I never truly bought into the whole “Santa” myth as a kid, though I totally pretended to in order to bond with a friend of mine (my commitment to the Catholic church also had similar origins). I have been known to call shenanigans…
It’s been a week. I’ve been home (and in the U.S.) for approximately 16 hours, during which I’ve been frantically packing up my home, throwing out anything that I don’t need immediately, and wondering exactly where I left my toothbrush (seriously, it’s a toothbrush, why do I keep putting it ANYWHERE BUT THE BATHROOM? That…
– You know that old joke about heaven and hell? How in heaven, the police are British, the engineers are German, the cooks are Italian, the lovers are French? And how in hell, the roles are jumbled up? The police are German, the cooks are British, and, perhaps most cruelly of all, the bureaucrats are…
