March 2011
5 posts
The Young Lords of Finance
Gyms in New York are like everything in New York: Tiered according to price, with a style to match.
New York Sports Clubs is the everyman’s gym. To put it in transportation terms, it’s the like the subway: Basically functional, moderately priced, overcrowded in peak times, and aesthetically bereft.
New York Health & Racquet is the taxicab of gyms: More expensive, but also...
Potluck FAQ
My dear friend and east-coast native Leah recently directed my attention to this blog, which, thematically, is very reminiscent of my own.
Reading through it, I was reminded of the ineptitude of New Yorkers vis-a-vis the potluck. Many of you have read the following, as it is an only very slight modification of a group invite I sent out for a potluck that occurred last year, but nevertheless, here...
Enamorata.
It’s been quite a week.
From seven days of blur comes one major revelation: Animation is awesome. Sorry, Lisa, I know it creeps you out, but it’s awesome.
Thursday night our little gem debuted at a festival that Joy & Noelle curated, featuring about 20 little animated shorts, anywhere from 30 seconds to 10 minutes long.
I learned about, and would like to direct your attention...
You're [probably] not pregnant.
Ack! I’m sorry!
I know that I haven’t posted anything for a while, and I know that when you all don’t get your online periodicals, you fret, and become cranky, and conclude within minutes that despite three months if involuntary celibacy, you are pregnant and, just to be sure, you start prophylactically eating for two.
Relax. You’re not pregnant.*
But I am.
Wait! No!...
I am terrible at flirting.
I recently made the acquaintance of a tall, good-looking musician-type, and something in the effortless sidesweep of his hair and the way he didn’t have a job ignited, deep in my stomach, where all romantic feelings occur, an urge To Flirt.
Incidentally, I have learned time & time again that the advice “Just be Yourself,” while spiritually sound, is not really good strategic...
