I seriously just went dumpster diving after work tonight. Not totally sketchy, since it was in my office building, but still....I just couldn't help myself. The design firm on our floor was throwing out home decorating samples, which included a whole bunch of ceramic tiles. Lots of little, brightly colored squares. How could I resist? Also, an 8"x6 ( Read more... )

Wow. This is the earliest "night" I've had in awhile. I just partied hard with a bunch of wrestlers and UN delegates. It was pretty crazy, but it's always fun when the Americans are a significant minority at a social gathering. I'll try to write more after I steal some sleep, but here are a few things I don't want to forget ( Read more... )

Since when is a "career woman" someone with a college degree who makes more than $30k/yr? That seems like a pretty low threshhold...

In case you haven't heard, Forbes enjoys alienating its readers. The supreme jackass, Michael Noer, warns men not to marry a career woman, i.e., a woman with a job ( Read more... )

Toy Breed dogs are highly susceptible to hypoglycemia, due to low fat-storage around their livers. Just what I need, a dog who doesn't have a brain, can't keep up with me walking, is tempermental, and needs to graze constantly.

Do not even ask why I now know this. It has something to do with Cute or Sad?

I would like to believe that my score on this test reflects more sympathy pains for my southern neighbors than actual Mass-hole-ness running through my veins.

Dude!  You're 96% from Massachusetts!

Dude!  Me and Sully and Fitzie and Sean are gonna hit Landsdowne tonight after the game, hang out at the Beerworks.  I'll pick you up at the Coop at ( Read more... )

I think there might be a metaphor lurking in the fact that every banana I get in NYC is black and rotten on the inside.

When one -- me, for instance -- is having difficulty walking due to failing muscles after the first two days of hard training, one should always wear an exceedingly low-cut top. The boys will be mesmerized by your passing cleavage, and barely notice the awkward gait. Or something ( Read more... )

Dinner tonight was eight fig newtons and half a bottle of green tea. It was an attempt to raise my blood sugar between practice and The Brother Kite's show on the LES. Where did I decide to eat dinner? Leaning against the security cage of a closed store, on the corner of Ludlow and something, across the intersection from a prostitute and her john ( Read more... )

Sometimes, I don't know how I manage here. An email titled, "child brides," was waiting for me when I opened my inbox this morning. In it was a link to an NPR article about photos of child brides and their husbands in Afghanistan.

1 in 7 girls in the developing world (excluding China) gets married before her 15th birthday.On the one hand, I'm ( Read more... )

....and blisters on my feet.

It's a shame that we can't project more than one side of ourselves at a time. I find myself increasingly dressed up in this fashion-centric city, but I'd be happy in ripped jeans and a tank top.