January 2008
Edible Woman
Tonight, as I reached into the 6-pack of free-range eggs to make myself a yellow pepper/tofu/cumin-gouda omelette, I picked up one of the eggs to break it into the bowl and what I saw instigated a long, sad, horrible moan. LOOK: AUGH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I mean, I know I’m eating animal by-product here, but I gave meat up for a reason, people. This sweet little white feather still stuck on...
the meadowlark and the chim-choo-ree and the...
Alyson Fox has established the new frontier for online shopping. With her new eco-friendly clothing line that uses completely sustainable fabrics, i.e. no zippers, etc. — only buttons made out of fallen tree branches, organic elastics and fabrics, she shows it all on her website as though you were watching a mini fashion film. Instead of stale photos of front, back, and side that in no way...
Uh-Oh.
So for tomorrow’s assignment, my boss has given me field work. I’m supposed to go around campus asking people questions regarding a certain book idea that our publishing house is planning on for next year. Now, I’m all for being outgoing and extroverted — when I’m NOT ALONE. If I have someone, anyone else at my side, I find it fairly easy to approach people, but when...
Why I love Rock of Love
“Any woman who is willing to lick chocolate mousse off of her own nipples — now that’s a spiritual connection that you cannot deny.” —Hell, it’s the only spiritual connection I’ve ever known. Whoa, now! This blog is starting to become a bit like collegecallgirl’s (whom I LOVE! Seriously, you guys, check her out. Fascinating stuff.) I’ve never...
Update on Crazy Fiber Skin Article
I wrote to the author of the article (which I’ve never, ever done before) and congratulated her on writing such a thrilling, well-written piece. After singing her praises, I signed off by saying “And I thought my eczema was bad!!” Haha. She wrote back and thanked me! How nice. We’re basically best friends now, fighting this crazy DermaFiberPsychoMutantWormStrain Battle...
I Should Not Have Read This Before Bed
“Honestly, I didn’t know what to think about the fibers,” Tom says. “I knew they shouldn’t be there. But they weren’t coming off any carpet. I’d watch her pull some nasty, knotty thing out of her arm. She’d work at it and work at it and work at it and pull it out. Now, that ain’t right.” Via a link from jezebel I was led to this...
"It was a fate that ear-marked me for less...
Just to prove the point of the volatile nature of English weather: Lovely view out my window (laundry day, as you can see) whilst reading Beckett’s Malloy in bed, the lovely blue sky refuting his grim, nihilist narrative. Then 30 minutes later, I shit you not… Beckett comes to TOWN. It hailed, it was a torrential downpour… …for ten minutes. Then it was a blue sky again,...
stop-n-go
New Year’s Day, driving to Logan Square (Chicago).
home, home, where i wanted to go.
I’m back in London after a lovely, too-short stay at home in Chicago. I completed most of the desired activities on my list 2 posts below. I also: ate a lot of frosting and sushi (separately), went for a beautiful run in a heavy snowfall on New Year’s eve, jogging my own footsteps into the white path, ended my love affair with platinum hair, got a new pair of glasses (i’ve been...
where do you go, my lovely
In love with this spring collection by Rita Saardi… what a perfectly whimsical concept: a skirt tailored from men’s shirtsleeves. ah!