confessions of a reformed tourist
1. I never thought I’d say this, but I haven’t done much of anything on the internet for the last year. I still post from time to time, but I haven’t written anything of substance (here) in ages, and lately I go weeks without even checking my email. This time last year I was posting [...]
Make an entrance. Use your words. Take that trip. Forget fear. Love hard. Swim with dolphins. Hold your own hand. Hold on. Let go. Slide.
My primary contribution to Thanksgiving dinner was a huge amount of incredibly rich cheesecake. Unfortunately I did not manage to take any photos of the cheesecakes before my family devoured them. I did, however, manage to take some extremely gratuitous photos of myself in the bathroom mirror while the cheesecakes were in the oven.
I want eurotrash. Not like gold-tipped black clove cigarettes. Like thick, lush paper that comes in so-called non-standard sizes and has little boxes instead of lines. Asymmetrical shoes. 74 varieties of yogurt. Open air markets that reek of drying anchovies. Mayonnaise on my motherfucking french fries. Deodorant that smells like kiwis. Télécartes. French people who [...]
Love is letting your snotty-faced toddler “borrow” your precious cocoa butter stick. His nose is sore, he says. Bean, do you know what rhinovirus is? WHAT? Never mind, honey. And you can keep that cocoa butter stick. It’s yours now. Mommy doesn’t want it back. And now I’m sick. It was inevitable. Snotty-faced toddlers are [...]
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. [...]
¡Salud y amor y tiempo para disfrutarlo!
Writing is a socially acceptable form of schizophrenia. -E.L. Doctorow Hm. I don’t know about that. How about misanthropy? Self-flagellation? Public masturbation? Narcissism? Burning, unbridled rage? Juvenile escapism? Or, my person favorite, insufferable navel-gazing? Forgive me. It’s just that I’m – and I don’t think I’m alone here – I’m a bit weary of the [...]
The two revolutions, I mean the annual revolutions of the declination and of the centre of the Earth, are not completely equal; that is the return of the declination to its original value is slightly ahead of the period of the centre. Hence it necessarily follows that the equinoxes and solstices seem to anticipate their [...]
