Happy Friday, friends.
As you head off to start your weekend, consider these words:
I read the words “you are not your worst thing” in a recent New York Times Social Qs answer by Philip Galanes – in which he paraphrased the terrific show, Masters of Sex - and I thought that was a lovely sentiment to keep in mind.
Hope you have a wonderful weekend.
Have those of you who live in NYC ever wondered about the giant, graffiti-covered building 190 Bowery? It’s a home. Click here.
I hope these two get to marry in North Carolina – via TPM
“You’re in love with that cat!” my then-girlfriend Margot once accused me. To be fair, she was a very attractive cat.
I was recently blathering on about how much I adore Julia Louis-Dreyfus. Her Instagrams are terrific.
And then she did this
…with my crush Aaron Paul and the superb Bryan Cranston.
Yeah, I’ll tune in. Job well done, folks.
One of the things I love most about life in NYC is the sense that I can never completely know it. There will always be secrets to uncover. Something new replacing something old. Mysteries just down the block.
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And here’s one: a beach of sorts right in my neighborhood.
OK, so it’s not South Beach, or…
My parents, that is. More for the way it sounds, I guess, versus the actual person.
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I have thought, recently, that my life is pretty great, although it would be great if I could stay out of my own way. Broken bones and other minor catastrophes have been interruptions of really happy times.
And then I did it again: last Tuesday, I hit the back of my head on a shelf. I have surely hit my…
Kristen plays a soldier stationed at Guantanamo Bay who develops a relationship with a detainee played by Peyman Maadi.
Will you see it?
Apparently you want to hear more about Kenya. How cool!
This post will help put part of our activities into perspective.
Friday, July 11 – Saturday, July 12
Fly from JFK to Dubai (approximately twelve hours) via Emirates. Most of us thought the long flight was painless, I think. It helped that the flight wasn’t full. Julie and I had an empty middle seat between us.
I read, watched three movies,…
The best word for describing my weekend:
By the time I woke up Sunday morning, I had gained two of the pounds I lost during the gluten-free experiment.
My honest reaction after eight days of feeling sad about…
Yesterday was Day 7 of my medically-suggested gluten-free month.
In short, I am hungry all the time. You should buy me this shirt right now.
I am also cranky. My joints feel somewhat better, but I otherwise do not feel any different. Except hungry.
Breakfast is still The Worst. When I walk into Starbucks, my mouth waters for the pastries I cannot order.
Without Kind Honey & Oat…
I did buy this ring. (more…)
Serious question: are you sick of hearing about my trip to Kenya? I ask because I have a lot more stories I can share, if you’re into it.Take Our Poll
I won’t be mad if you say “yeah, enough.” Actually, I won’t know if you said yes because it’s an anonymous poll
This interview with Jack Antonoff made me feel guilty about not liking fun. (the band, not the general activity)
Rights belong to the publisher and author
This interview with Susan Sarandon. Just when I thought I couldn’t love her more. Such candor!
These tweets about life in NYC.
Last week I had the food fortune to attend two great concerts.
Forgive the photo quality–the lighting proved challenging. I really wanted to get a shot of her cute outfit but…it was not to be. (more…)
I woke up, filled with dread. This day had loomed in my mind like a dark cloud on a distant horizon.
I rolled out of bed and left my apartment, still wearing the clothes in which I slept. Turning the corner, I walked into Swallow Cafe and evaluated the pastry selection.
Where were the weird gluten-free pastries I had seen just last week — and turned up my nose at? Not at Swallow, apparently.