Ah, the holidays… when most men and women’s thoughts turn to love and family, and mine turn to baked goods, increasing the tire around my middle, and studiously wasting my membership to the NYSC (I’ve only been twice since I signed up in June!). Why, yes, Virginia, I am a size 12, though the Gap… Read More Vanity sizing and sizing up one’s self.
I just came back from seeing August Rush and I’m torn between loving it and hating it. Once you accept that it’s a modern day fairy tale set in New York, it’s easier to just let go and enjoy. Unfortunately, that doesn’t keep the nitpick fairy from making me discontent with it despite all the… Read More A touch of August in November.
The warning on the DVD box set of the first two seasons of Sesame Street: These early ‘Sesame Street’ episodes are intended for grown-ups, and may not suit the needs of today’s preschool child. What? What exactly are the “needs of today’s preschool child”? How are they so horrifyingly different than those of the preschool… Read More We’re our way to where the air is (bitter)sweet.
Sort of along the lines of yesterday’s oh-so-deep pondering about the Virgin MegaStore not stocking the untouched, I have to wonder: Why is Filene’s Basement NOT IN THE BASEMENT? I believe the original outpost in Massachusetts started out in one. (That would make sense, wouldn’t it?) The one in Union Square, however, is on the… Read More The Tuesday pet peeve edition.
I’m slowly transferring a few posts from various places over to WordPress, which is why there are now posts before Nov. 18 showing here. Talk about a pain in the rear. Also a pain in the rear? The Virgin MegaStore when they’re having one of their $10 sales. I tend to avoid the one in… Read More Less than meets the eye.
I have a slew of blogs and sites I visit every morning and several times throughout the day. It’s my daily tour, including sites like Midtown Lunch (a midtown NY foodie blog), Smart Bitches Who Love Trashy Books (fairly self-explanatory), the Menupages.Com restaurant reviews, and the cesspool that is Craigslist’s Missed Connections page. I can… Read More The nonstop entertainment of Craigslist’s Missed Connections
Winter in New York smells like the cold room in my father’s old laboratory, like Kolkata petrol poured over ice, sharp, sour, old world science and life skating on agar I inhaled and choked this morning as I crossed Park Avenue. Apparently it made me feel poetic.
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