New Yorker Whiteboy Watch, November 2013-January 2014
For a while I did this thing which I’m sure you know about because WHY ON EARTH would anyone start reading this blog / I’m guessing…
For a while I did this thing which I’m sure you know about because WHY ON EARTH would anyone start reading this blog / I’m guessing…
In keeping with the unceasing battle to keep up with the persistent flood of New Yorkers that is the birthright of all NYer subscribers, I am…
It’s been a big week. I climbed a mountain. I finally cracked the candy canes code. (They’ll get prettier, just you wait.) I read this article…
Peeps! I’m hiding out in paradise for just a few more days, so will make this quick. The thing mentioned in the thing below is…
I want to post that Portlandia clip where Carrie and Fred are arguing that they’ve read more than the other one EVERY SINGLE DAY. (“Did you read that…
I’m only 1/4 of the way though it, but this article in the September 5 New Yorker (am I seriously that behind? Yep.) is seriously blowing…
No More Store blog post coming tomorrow, pals! I’ve had a bit of a sore throat and a bit of dramarama with secretly opening up the…
You want randoms? I got randoms. (also adverbs.) Here we go: My sweetheart is really obsessed with reading The Garden Isle, the newspaper of the island…
It’s not really a day off, but after 26 hours of chocolatizing in 48 hours, it’s going to be one anyway. Or, at least, I’ll take…
My last thought before leaving the house yesterday was, “Should I bring my swimsuit?” My unworn, birthday-present Geronimo swimsuit, a sweetly retro little number in red…