Things I learn at 3:30am: I am not invincible. Biking to the train station with my carry on is, as predicted, an insurmountable task. I call a taxi to my apartment. The operator tells me one will arrive momentarily. Ten…
Mastering the art of light jogging
I hate running. I really do. Running is supposed to be so good for you, but if it is, why is it so goddamn boring? There is no feeling I dread more than starting out a run and realizing that…
Bad Omens
I think I’m slowly (and painfully) coming to terms with the finality of China. In some ways, I’ve known that China was the next logical step for a while. But it was one of those things like ‘oh, I should…
Good Samaritans and the Burrito Cart
Yesterday, the most shameful thing happened — I got mugged on the streets of New York. This didn’t happen the way I expected it to, there were no men in stocking-hose masks (do people still wear those or have they been…
Maldon Sea Salt and moving out
There’s a box of Maldon Sea Salt flakes on my spice rack. It’s had it out for me for years. It’s been nestled between a box of chana masala and bottle of Japanese sesame oil, starting at me. And…
(not so) Hot Yoga
Some things I’ve learned about doing Yoga over the past year Sometimes I think my yoga teacher thinks I’m a sociopath. I try to stop my face from showing the pain (oh, the pain) by smiling through it (which I…
Thoughts on the prune
I’m both enthralled and disgusted by the word prune. It’s one of those words that you want to have really dirty, secret sex with, and then never call again. Prune. Just saying it is making my face squish in a really…
yesterday, I got into a fight with a toaster oven.
Unfortunately, the toaster oven won. So now the back of my left hand is sporting an inch-long dark burn, which no longer hurts, but still gives me the grizzled mark of a kitchen veteran. I’ve had my fair share of…
Butternut squash and other unpleasantries
I have a love-hate relationship with fall. I love sweater weather, mulled cider, the crackling of New England leaves beneath my feet, and any excuse to eat apples (in pie form and non-pie form alike). But I hate.. squash. Butternut…
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