November 2010
54 posts
intercourse with biscuits: #cakeriot update: one... →
Make Cake Not War: Check out my friend Mic’s cool event happening in London and lots of cool other spots. Here’s the Facebook group for more info.
brokenbottleboy:
I started @cakeriot on a whim last week and since then it’s gone pretty crazy with groups started across Britain from London to Cambridge to Swansea to Glasgow. Over in Ireland, @dannifromdublin is leading the Dublin...
I have been known to talk in my sleep. Last night:
Me: (Asleep) Santa Claus is coming to town
Him: Who?
Me: Santaaaa Claussss.
Him: Why is Santa Claus coming to town?
Me: .... It's complicated.
Plea for someone to invent a cereal box that...
I am a very specific person and I like things done a certain way. If you are going to serve me a portion of M&Ms, I like this to be a small amount that fits in my hand (4-5) and does not repeat the same color twice. I do not like it when my sandwiches fall apart. I hate it when I open an envelope and it rips the letter as well.
One other thing that drives me batty: when you pour cereal into...
this is my life
Today a friend from LA Gchatted me and started off the conversation by saying, “I think I have intimacy issues.” Clearly, seeing as the time difference put her somewhere around 2:30 a.m., this was a bit of a crisis, so I put my thinking cap on to try to come up with some comforting words. Here’s what I was able to come up with:
“OK, well maybe you have intimacy issues, but...
if you come to france, don't be on medication
So yes, France has this really great health care system in which you only need to pay like $5 to treat your cancer and you can even finagle your insurance paying for designer Chloé sunglasses. But if you’re American and are on some type of medication, it is A) probably not available here, and B) most likely frowned upon. OK, so I generalize, but to be specific, the French obviously...
On Saturday night, we went to Chez Paul, a bistro in the 11th that’s been operating for over 40 years. I had been looking for something nice as it was a bit of a special occasion. It’s surprisingly difficult to find that perfect French meal in Paris. A lot of the time you can find atmosphere but not flavor. Flavor but no atmosphere. I knew Chez Paul would be amazing, however, because...
I have the gift (or unfortunate ability) to recall my dreams in detail. The past week or so I’ve been having extremely vivid and weird dreams with recurring images. I’ve been writing notes about them, which, when I look them over, are pretty hilarious:
Last night (Thursday):
-D’s babies are born (my pregnant friend). She has two twins and a “regular baby”...
WatchHere is my latest French TV obsession: Qui Veut Épouser Mon Fils? Or, in English: Who Wants to Marry My Son? The premise is pretty much exactly like it sounds—sons who still live at home and have strong Oedipal complexes have groups of girls compete to become their wives. The only thing is that their mothers accompany them through the journey and eventually have word in the final say. Some...
Groceries in Paris Suck.
For all my lamenting leaving Paris and being all sad about it, I have to say, there is one thing I will not miss: the grocery stores.
Visitors to France have this misconception that Paris is this culinary Disneyland. And to some extent it is. If you have money to spend on it, which as a tourist, you probably do. (For now, we’re just talking products and shopping because don’t even...
