>i get a funny feeling in my stomach while reading this article in new york times’ sunday style section about boutique dressing room mirrors that allow others in your remote online social network to pitch in thoughts and recommendations. the first thing that i thought was ridiculous was the overlaying of the virtual image of … Continue reading
>happy st. patty’s day. a tall mugful of earl grey tea in hand, its wisps of steam warming lips. the window frames a silver blend of snow, rain, and dew, a low windy howl in the distance. boston’s irish energy is fantastically tempered by an act of god. coincidence? this doesnt say it better. freezing … Continue reading
>last night, after a bleary flight of infant hysteria and a creepy airplane neighbor (“hi, would you like a sandwich?”), boston and i reconnected. i’m safe and sound, still hating the mbta (aside: i thought it was hilarious that the renovated mbta website was nominated for css excellence at the sxsw web awards), and able … Continue reading
>it’s strange how sometimes the best way to fix something is to first break it completely. in shards, pieces, a phoenix rising from the ashes.
>i am so, so stupid. because of my naivete and seeming bravado, i ate the nuclear taco. because i ate the nuclear taco, approximately 90 min later i vomited on east 6th & brazos. because i vomited, my stomach feels like it’s being burned alive by an army of trogdors. because my stomach feels burninated, … Continue reading
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