confessions of a reformed tourist
Well, [the face] doesn’t [require different products than the rest of the skin]. Nor do you need eye cream. Or decolletage cream. You could just slather your whole self in Vaseline and call it a day. You can use Oxy pads on your face and your feet. You don’t need any of those thousands of [...]
I saw a random post the other day that tickled me. Something to the effect of, “I’M SORRY BUT BLASPHEMY IS AN AUTOMATIC UNFOLLOW.” Can you imagine the force of will it took for me not to comment on that? Can you? OK. Whatever you’re imagining, multiply that by 10. And I just have not [...]
Ziggy Marley’s Love is My Religion. The original version of this tune isn’t bad at all. But acoustic turns it to gold. [Audio clip: view full post to listen] I’m reminded of a conversation I had once had about Bob Marley. It was maybe two months after I first got to Grenada. I was with [...]
Ever since I had the flu, normal sleep has eluded me. Last night I stayed up so late I decided it was best just not to go to bed. (I read The Red Tent. Twice.) Naturally today was a bit surreal. I looked a photo of a ferris wheel and thought I saw my own [...]
(The following is a random thought I had this morning. It’s all true but it’s so “Maria being Maria” I couldn’t keep a straight face while writing it.) I’m not from the South, I’m a New Yorker. But I do indeed say “y’all” which is something I picked up whilst living in Paris and if [...]
I posted this on Twitter the other day. Obviously, it’s supposed to be funny. Well. I hope that’s obvious. For a while now I’ve wanted to post something here about what Twitter and Tumblr mean to me. But it’s kind of difficult for me to explain that to people who don’t use the services themselves. [...]
I had three thoughts when I heard this. The first was: Barack Obama won the Nobel Peace Prize. That’s so damn beautiful my nipples are hard. The second was: And thus the Nobel Comittee has finally redeemed itself for that whole Henry Kissinger travesty. Then I sent my brother a text message telling him the [...]
