Category: LIFE & STUFF
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New Year’s Eve, Party of Two
I’ve had my share of extravagant New Year’s Eves. But this year was the craziest one yet. There was booze and wild dance moves and fisticuffs and A ROUSING GAME OF SCRABBLE. OK fine. Franco and I stayed in because we’re old and that’s what old people do. And you know what? It was awesome.
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Pork Chops on Christmas
Christmas came and went. We ate deep-fried greasy everything and saw just how far we could sink into our respective couches. We stared or didn’t stare at the TV. At dinner we sat around the table fact-checking each other’s know-it-all claims about something or other, each refusing to give in because we were all equally right. Then it happened.
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Angela Chase Is My Homie
I’m always in my head. Whenever something big happens, I imagine Future Me reflecting on that very moment years later in full-on Angela Chase mode, narrating every furrow of the brow, out loud and angst-filled—all while I’m living it.
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Hamsters
I shared a room until I was 18. It’s a great recipe for insanity—one I plan to gift my own hypothetical offspring. After all, with all this talk about future generations growing far more entitled, information being far more accessible, and the interwebs rendering state boundaries obsolete (and thus, expanding the pool of people you […]
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I’m back
I got yelled at. I’d been back in New York for good, or at least as long as “for good” can be guaranteed by someone who moves a lot, for barely 20 minutes. And I got yelled at.
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We Went To Oregon
‘Tis the cities! I said, pointing my index finger to the heavens. Cities are culture, art, people, learning, innovation and architecture. NAY! said Lukas, punching the air. ‘Tis nature! Lakes! Mountains! Purple majesties! For years I thought he was wrong. And then I went to Oregon.
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I’m a Lyrical Gangsta
I love karaoke. But that’s not much of a surprise. A Filipino saying she loves karaoke is like a white dude saying he loves, uh, never mind. Let’s just say it’s pretty common.
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Love and Life and Writing
People are like creative work. You have to go through a lot of mediocre ones, bad ones even, to end up with something good. Even then, it doesn’t mean it will always be good. Nothing is linear.
