I'm looking to get myself a flask for my 34th birthday, because I've never owned one, and now seems like the time to start sneaking liquor into places with a little style. (I always just took nips into the movie theaters! And by 'always' I mean 'twice.' First time was Fight Club, second time was S*** W***: I Forget Which One Because I Don't Give A ( Read more... )

I'm growing my hair out, but it's not really as deliberate as that sounds. I don't really know why I'm doing it, even though I can toss off a few legitimate-sounding reasons at the mildest prompting, as though I have to justify what I'm doing.

There is a photograph of myself that I love. I'm in navy cords and a t-shirt with blue daisies all over it ( Read more... )

I bought my courier bag like a week after I moved to Central Square in 1998. It seemed like a necessary thing at the time, me being a newly-minted Cantabridgian and all. I had just quit my job at Starbucks to work at 1369, and the Courierware store was practically right in my neighborhood. I wanted very much not to be a backpack person anymore. It ( Read more... )

1. If I hadn't stupidly left my ipod sitting on top of a treadmill at the gym, I would still have my ipod. I wouldn't have to re-rip a bunch of CDs to load up and otherwise configure a new one, and I'd be about $250 richer.

2. If I hadn't stupidly left my ipod sitting on top of a treadmill at the gym, I would not have taken a nice long walk to and ( Read more... )

I've never been much for New Year's Resolutions. January is hard, cold dark and usually pretty snowy. Simply getting through it, at least in this part of the world,* should be counted as a victory, and it doesn't make much sense to me to up the degree of difficulty by trying to tack on new good habits or strip away old bad ones. January, especially ( Read more... )

I think the screenwriter of The Film Formerly Known As "Fuck Buddies" had our living room bugged.

from a totally seat-of-the-pants trip to New York last weekend.

Boots! Boots! Coveted and bookmarked and fretted over for long enough to be stupid, but never purchased because my feet are small and my calves are not and that's always tricky. They fit, I bought them, they make me want to wear a-line miniskirts and colorful tights all the time and ( Read more... )

Dear New York,

I am coming to see you this weekend. Thanks for opening up a cheap room at the Jane for me at nearly the last minute!

Love,
Ann

Dear San Francisco,

I am coming to see you, too, next month, and bringing Andy. Please don't rain the entire week.

Love,
Ann

Too many things were too much up in the air for me to have a real itinerary this trip. I knew I'd start in Jogjakarta and head east from there, roughly, but that was about it. So now my trip is a bit more than half over, and I've just arrived in Kuta, Bali, which is sort of delightfully tacky and an easy place to serve as a temporary home base for ( Read more... )

I bought these pants in a Crappy Fast Fashion Chain Store* at the Mall of America on the advice of a friend who loved them so much she got multiple pairs in every available color, and she was right, they're great, especially for wearing over a wet swimsuit, or in a kayak because they're so thin and dry so fast. I don't always think about that trip ( Read more... )