Archive for February, 2009

Nothing Compares To You (Yes, That’s Sinead O’Connor. Sorry.)

Friday, February 27th, 2009

One nice – and highly entertaining – thing about not having a partner is making mental lists of qualities that partner will have when you do find him. Obviously, it’s much harder to do this when coupled up, because if you decide you want a man who gazes ardently off into the distance while translating Spanish [...]

Things That Have Amused Me Recently

Monday, February 23rd, 2009

On the cable car to North Beach, Friday night: A man was walking his dog down Powell Street. Perched on top of the dog was a cat. Perched on top of the cat was a rat. To sum up: The cat looked hungry. The fate of the rat concerns me.   At a bar, Saturday night: [...]

Two Things That Make Me Happy When I Want Nothing More Than To Run Shrieking (Banshee-Like) Into The Waiting Arms of My Down Comforter and Maybe a Chocolate Croissant

Friday, February 20th, 2009

1. This picture: Jemima and me on my 30th birthday in July. 2. This other picture: Needs no caption aside from: AWESOME. (Both snagged from Holly. Because I never bring my camera anywhere. Ever.)

Never Underestimate the Joy in Grinding Your Face into Fresh Snow

Wednesday, February 18th, 2009

When you’re skiing in several feet of fresh powder and manage to tip yourself over, getting back up again is like trying to climb out of a vat of whipped cream. Last weekend, Tahoe was the Grand High Potentate of tricky yet stunning precipitation. After somehow losing a ski and plummeting face first down the mountain [...]

Genes

Monday, February 9th, 2009

As she was dishing up macaroni and cheese last night, my mom accidentally dumped a spoonful of elbow pasta into her water glass. Instead of hopping up to empty her glass and pour fresh water, she shrugged and drank around the macaroni. Which I find vastly entertaining because this is precisely something I would do: [...]

Where Do I Need To Put a Mirror To Get a Million Dollars and a Shetland Pony?

Friday, February 6th, 2009

Last week I swore off men and vowed to hunker down with my collected works of Shakespeare and the yellow hat I’ve been knitting since December, until the wind changed or the crops rotated or some damn thing. I don’t know. I just knew I was done. This week I learned you should never make grand pronouncements in a public [...]

Maybe the Butterflies Carry a New Strain of Bubonic Plague

Tuesday, February 3rd, 2009

I lose all sense of decorum when baking cupcakes. Especially when those cupcakes look something like this. Melting sticks of butter in a pan full of Guinness last night I told myself, “I’ll just make myself a nice salad when the batter is finished.” Do I even need to tell you what actually happened? That [...]