We Ate Like We Were at an Upscale Singles' Mixer
This needs to be documented. Last night Mike and I whipped up a delicious, entirely unplanned dinner. It just materialized before our eyes: Balsamic pan-seared asparagus with shredded romano cheese Thyme and paprika oven-roasted cashews Kalamata olives Crackers with: Saint Andres cheese (expensive/amazing/kind of like Brie), apple slices, and raw honey One of the main reasons I want to get a...
I Write Too Many Lists.
I should be writing something for work right now, but I am so jazzed about life because: There is a refurbished iMac on its way to my doorstep! I’m now set back a grand but I really need a new computer for work. Mike and I started jogging together yesterday morning and I think I held my own. I got an awesome chair for my office that strikes a nice balance between plush and ergonomic....
I was never here Just a shadow on your wall I was never here At all– Ryan Adams & the Cardinals, “Candy”
Historic Changes in the News Business →
theatlantic: Peter Osnos ponders the state of journalism: Very briefly, it has to be said that the worst for print may be over. Market experts report that many small and medium-size local newspapers have weathered the crisis and are developing effective digital strategies. The New York Times has certainly stabilized. The Wall Street Journal, with Rupert Murdoch’s commitment and billions,...
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Why secondhand bookstores smell good
ladybitchez: tulletulle: sycamore: Lignin, the stuff that prevents all trees from adopting the weeping habit, is a polymer made up of units that are closely related to vanillin. When made into paper and stored for years, it breaks down and smells good. Which is how divine providence has arranged for secondhand bookstores to smell like good quality vanilla absolute, subliminally stoking a...
Alone (But Not Lonely) in a Strange City
7:30 a.m.: Woke up to cold house and rosy light. Upon touching feet to hardwood floor, discovered importance of owning good pair of house slippers. Made mental note to buy some. Groggily made Americano-style Italian coffee alongside Greek yogurt and Dole banana from Chile. Felt culturally confused. 7:45 a.m.: Ate yogurt, drank coffee at table while reading Times-Picayune story about local...
Inspiration exists, but it has to find you working.– Pablo Picasso (via jamesnord)
It's Not Allowed to Be This Cold in the Deep South
I’ve spent the past two days paralyzed by cold, hunkered down by the blue-orange glow of our bedroom’s gas heater. You can see your breath in the other rooms, so I’m in semi-hibernation mode—haven’t left the comfort of our queen-sized bed all morning. Current attire: tights, hole-y sweatpants, cotton T-shirt, “Killer Tofu” sweatshirt. I feel a bit like a...