Posts Tagged ‘lovely Ms. Trask’

For a while now books have pushed hard against the boundaries of the house, threatening to burst through the walls in search of more space. It’s not the first time I’ve been through this. Most of my life has been crowded with books, although for a brief period I enthusiastically ran in the other direction.

About ten years ago I was possessed with a newfound desire to adopt a minimalistic lifestyle and living space. I craved air and light. I required clean lines and (more…)

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I joined Facebook in 2008. Like most neophytes I found it pretty alluring. Reconnect with long lost friends! Play free games! Announce my “status” to the world! Discover which superhero I was just by answering a few questions! It was intoxicating, especially to a social media virgin. (Full disclosure: I briefly boarded the clunky My Space train years earlier, but quickly hopped off at the first exit. Who is Tom and why is he already my friend?)

As the newness luster dulled and the rose tint faded from my eyes it became clear (more…)

Here we are. The year is quickly winding down and I still haven‘t done 90%* of my holiday shopping. I should hop on that soon, don’t you think? But there’s more to consider other than enforced spending. Britney Spears turning 30. Herman Cain bowing out of the presidential race. My cold hands. I’m telling you, it’s difficult to focus on one thing. When you add that 2012 is less than a month away…well, systems start (more…)

For all our visions of sophistication we teeter perilously close to the edge of idiocy. We think we’re brimming with “Wow!” when in fact we’re teeming with “Doh!” Everyone from a graceful dancer to a sizzling musician to a persuasive politician constantly straddles the doofus line. We may try to hide this truth, but it is always ready to slap us down.

Last night we went to dinner at friend’s house. It was a feast of feasts, a cornucopia of culinary creations, an alliterative affair of preposterous (more…)

My friend Tracey crafts wonderful scarves, cowls, neck warmers, and baby hats, among other goodies. She recently asked if the lovely Ms. Trask and the effervescent Red would consent to modeling a selection of her hand-knitted cowls and, if in the process, I could photograph them for (more…)

I love sushi.

Before I discovered I loved sushi I hated sushi. This was curious considering I had never eaten it. Generally I consider myself an open-minded person. Yet when it came to this particular Japanese delight my mind slammed shut tighter than Scrooge’s wallet. It’s a belief I stuck with for a long time for the silliest of reasons: an imagined reaction. I imagined once a piece of sushi hit my mouth I would (more…)