Musings on begrudgingly hipster life in northern California (San Francisco). A blog about the extraordinarily ordinary.
I don’t know if you’ve heard about my interesting conversation with a stranger or not, but you should probably start here: Anonymous text friend (post). Now that we’re all caught … Continue Reading →
One day last week I received the following text from a number I didn’t recognize… ANONYMOUS: What’s gucci Is someone really asking me what Gucci is? Or is it some … Continue Reading →
I like to think I’m pretty good at planning trips. Spreadsheets, Google maps, itineraries, PowerPoints–you name it, I’m all over it. I mean, I successfully coordinated 14 people into a … Continue Reading →
That conversation about Paris with my stylist made me think I should try wrapping up my France trip recounting. It’s only been…6 months now. When last we left our intrepid … Continue Reading →
One way to tell whether we’re friends or not (or whether I’m drunk or not) is how well my filter is working. You know, the filter between what I’m thinking … Continue Reading →
I always tell people that I hate Christmas, but that’s not really true. I hate what Christmas does to people, I hate what it’s come to mean to many, but … Continue Reading →
So, if we’re friends IRL you may know that I fucking love a Capella music. Yeah. F-bomb. What. You may also have noticed I’m a little crazy about it lately. … Continue Reading →
Holiday crazies got you down? Papers and finals making it hard to see the light at the end of the tunnel? Here are a few things that remind me the … Continue Reading →
So…we’re driving Picassotron through most of France, and to get to our next destination: Le Beguinage bed-and-breakfast in Cours-Cheverny, Loir-et-Cher, France. Home of the hyphens. Let me paint you a … Continue Reading →
Boo, that last post was not interesting. I have dug (have digged? Did dugged?) through Ye Olde LiveJournal and found this, from when I was much cleverer and more funny. … Continue Reading →