Category: LIFE & STUFF
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Into the Rabbit Hole
I had this whole entry planned about exposing yourself to bulk, positive randomness. It was outlined in my Moleskine. My Moleskine that, as I type in the sunny dining room of my apartment, is sitting in the office, probably under a pile of court opinions. Nonetheless, I can’t think of anything more appropriate than taking…
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Who Ever Ever’d
Life is kind of a whirlwind sometimes. Remember my San Francisco adventure post-work thing last year? Well, the same work thing is happening now, except in DC. But that’s not the only thing that’s happening. Some of my favorite people who ever ever’d are in town – Paul and Alex. Alex and Paul. You might…
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Art & Basketball
Before the Final Four, VCU was mostly known in the art, advertising and medical space. Sure, it didn’t make for much of a retort in a gathering of university students (“So what if our football team doesn’t exist?! We create art things!!!”), but it’s what I loved about it. Group chants and rituals were foreign…
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The Days So Far
Happy Friday, friends! Hope you get some well-deserved rest and good ol’ fun times. Oomch oomch oomch.
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How to Lurk Without Dastardly Intentions
Lurking is one of my favorite pastimes. Sure, it’s often associated with creepiness, what with it also being the favorite pastime of shady characters with hooks for hands, red feathery sombreros and slender yet pointy mustaches. Sure, you’re probably tempted to follow up each mention with “in the shadows.” But lurking isn’t exclusively for dastardly…
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20 Aprils
The girl cried. Hard. Her aunt tried to soothe her: you’ll be back, don’t worry, it’s only for a little while. Nearby lay the youngest, 7 at the time, 8 in a month to be precise. She was annoyed. Very, very annoyed. Crying, she thought to herself, is for wusses. It was 1992. The next…
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10 Things That Happened
There’s no guilt quite like the kind inflicted by an un-updated blog. It simmers, at first smaller than the smallest dust speck, until it eventually metastasizes into outright self-loathing. When this happens, I do what any writer would do when faced with a problem created by blank documents. I ignore it. I pretend it doesn’t…
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How to cross the street
You can tell a lot about a couple by the way they cross the street. On Saturday, I witnessed four coupled-up street-crossers in the span of about 30 minutes. That’s what happens when you’re strolling down Fifth Ave in search of the perfect suit. (The suit wasn’t for me, by the way. I spent most…
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My sister the dinosaur
It was the kind of day — no, week — when everything was just going wrong. The kind of week better spent in bed, curled up under my sheets, crying to something “Dashboard Confessional.” So there I was, utterly miserable, when my sister gchatted me. Elaine Omg hahaha A horrible pic of me got posted…
