Now we enter the annual month-long period in which a certain office demographic insists on loudly sharing his or her (but let’s be real here) opinions about college sports “brackets,” bullies disinterested parties into throwing money away on company-wide pools, and ultimately, after a brief period of halfhearted efforts at professionalism, just turns on the tv in the middle of the day to watch basketball. I recognize this is not a single-gender phenomenon, but did it happen at the teen magazine where I and like a zillion other ladies used to work/engage in collective passive aggressive cupcake eating competitions? No, no it did not. 

“Stone Soup,” 1992, i.e., the year I landed the lead role in the school play but then had to share it — literally read my lines in unison — with the girl who lived across the street. But we can all admit I had the best costume, right? 

Last week I went to Buenos Aires, where amid desperate efforts to remember places I frequented 9 years ago and attempts to put my finger on familiar but fleeting smells, I took a bunch of pictures of cats, graffiti, historic buildings, historic buildings covered in graffiti, breakfast food, homoerotic store front displays, and storefront displays featuring creepy baby dolls, of which Argentina apparently has no dearth. I also stood in front of my old apartment like a criminal, avoiding eye contact with anyone who looked like they might live there, and made Rob take a picture. Some things in Buenos Aires felt different than before, but the ubiquity of dog poop on the sidewalk felt exactly the same. It was fun.

never forget

it’s very important to choose art for your new home carefully and to avoid making rash, expensive decisions in delaware antique shops. so, i put a lot of thoughtful consideration into this portrait before pulling the trigger. also i got a 10 percent discount!  

you guys i went down the amazon reviewer rabbithole and i have no regrets

Dizzy’s big adventure