Sicilian Vodka Pizza, Artichoke Basille’s, Manhattan
I know, it’s shocking … I’m back! I’m blogging again! For the 17 of you who read this, sorry for the absence. I’ll do my best to keep it going because I know… Continue reading
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Lost Love Found: Marina Abramović e Ulay, MoMA 2010
Wow, this is super intense and very powerful. Read the description below BEFORE you watch. Like a lot of other people commenting, I found myself wondering what happened next. One commenter said it… Continue reading
For When You Need to Feel Like a Badass
I always say I’m gonna do things on here (anyone remember the big 40 Days of Paris? I made it to Day 4. It was a good thought and then … scene.) but… Continue reading
Wait, Matthew Crawley is DEAD??** And in Other TV Obsessions: The Following
(**Consider this parenthetical text my Downton spoiler alert for the three other people in the world besides me who didn’t know that.) Imagine my surprise tonight (Tonight, for F sake! Two nights later!)… Continue reading
8 Things I Miss About Paris
It’s been two months and ten days since I returned from Paris (but who’s counting?), and in case you haven’t noticed, other than a few snarky comments about the lackluster quality of American… Continue reading
Welcome to New York. Please Enjoy the 46-Inch, Snow-Pounding Bitch Slap You’re About to Get.
Okay, I’m exaggerating just a little; I think the weather gurus are “only” predicting six to sixteen inches for us here in Manhattan/Brooklyn, but I do love the anticipation of a good snow… Continue reading
So I Live in New York Now. There’s That.
Believe me, no one’s more surprised than me. (See: January to April, 2005 and multiple statements that were in the vein of “As god is my fucking witness, I will NEVER live in… Continue reading
Dear Paris,
… and Dear France, Thank you from the bottom of my heart for the amazing year, the incredible new friends, the too-brief dip into your beautiful culture, and for the time of my… Continue reading
Happy Holidays: Instant Feel-Goods, from Me to You
Remember when I said I was an easy crier? These two scenes from one of my favorite Christmas movies, Love Actually, do it to me every time, especially the airport opener. There’s nothing… Continue reading