October 2011
globetrotter
lesson learned today: never drink an espresso on an empty stomach. it makes you kind of drunk.
on an errand to pick up some copies of the fall issue of boston home magazine—i left with a box of 40 magazine. 40 magazines is very heavy—i saw signs for a thing called the mapparium.
mapparium this way! one of the signs said. so i followed it.
mapparium, just 35 steps away. so i counted down with...
September 2011
Watchi second scott. my god, kathryn, this is hilarious.
scottlawrie:
In her latest project, the impossibly-adorable actress/choreographer, Kathryn, has my dream job: pageant mom.
crystal trees & things
i have a favorite spot in boston. it’s a fifteen minute walk. and it’s in the middle of a big, beautiful plot of land that people call the boston commons.
you walk past a truck selling ice cream and hot pretzels and other things like that and then you walk into the garden and there are trees there that are incredibly tall. tall, proud things that dot across the garden. my favorite...
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yeah, i'll take those financials and shoot them...
the other day, i heard someone say ‘yeah, i’ll take those financials and shoot them off to dick.’
without blinking an eye, i repeated him out loud:
‘yeah, i’ll take those financials and shoot them off to dick.’
i tried hard to match his inflection. to match his tone and the cadence. to produce a line reading of what he just said that was exactly him. it was a...
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sorry, i'm completely booked!
i’ve decided to start a book club. with myself. to occupy my time when fran goes to classes for business school.
so i’ve started this book club. with myself.
my book club just finished the help. at our book club meeting, i made finger sandwiches and a waldorf salad and i served iced teas. i had a lot of leftovers. we got in a slight argument over wether or not we could sympathize...
from the big house to your house
on a little roadtrip through maine this past weekend, fran and i were on high-watch for places to stop. with absolutely no agenda besides visiting the olson house in cushing (which i will write about later because it was a fantastic, i’ll-never-forget-this kind of afternoon), our ride was full of quick veers off the road to stop at small flea markets, signs pointing to historical downtown...
