St. Elmo's Fire →
As a semi-closeted (meaning I haven’t admitted it to my parents… until now) fan of St. Elmo’s Fire this post made my day. Let it be known that once I dressed up as Rob Lowe in St. Elmo’s Fire for a party (the theme was headbands, duh). I always go too obscure, so sue me.
The second photo is just BEGGING for a caption. Takers?
Yeah I know it's a cliche but...
Bacon really does make everything better. At lunch today my cafe served a “bacon apple tart” which was… well, an apple tart suffused with delicious bacon flavor. There were no bits of bacon in it, so I don’t know how they made it… maybe they used bacon fat in the crust or smeared it in there somewhere. It was baffling. And ridiculously good. For those who worry about...
I realize this is going to sound callous, but: Another author had to go and die on me before I read any of his masterpieces. (I think I have read a story in the New Yorker, and I know I’ve read reviews by him. But yeah, I suck.) So whenever I finally get around to picking up “Rabbit, Run” I am going to feel like I am jumping on some kind of postmortem bandwagon. I feel icky. ...
Good News →
This is the way I feel about Obama being President. I swear to God, we’re living in Opposite Day or something.
Right. So I gave myself a free pass for no blogging until January 5th and then I almost immediately stopped again until, well, today. My mom apparently is not a James Franco (or moustache?) fan, because she commented a few days ago to say she was ready for a new post up top. Well, here is your new post. Such as it is. The problem with trying to write a real, nice, longish post weekly is that you...
But the density of city life doesn’t just make it harder to focus: It also...– Read this with this. Eek.
everybodycares: Simon Smith and the Amazing...
2009 so far is a lot like 2008
…at least in our house, where a mouse has once again taken up residence. This means I have to tack on a new “totally attainable” resolution to my list (which includes buying a couch, new dvd player, and going to dim sum): buy rodent poison. Don’t suggest traps… we tried that last year, and only poison worked… briefly.
The thing about New Years is that you start it with a hangover, but you are supposed to start afresh. However, I’m not one to fight the reality of an unchangeable situation, so I don’t really believe in getting going with resolutions until after a sufficient old-year mourning period. In other words, I get a free pass for the past four days. I wish I had longer than that — this...