You people like to send me things that fall into two categories: 1. Things I cannot afford. 2. Things to demonstrate the extent to which my life is sad. THANKS!
While watching yet another stranger enter our home and cart off some of our belongings, Paul said – I finally figured it out: that bookcase is clogs. He is referencing a story that my parents love to tell: Shortly before I turned four years old, my parents took me into a shop where I saw […]
One of the salvage yards in Philadelphia moved locations… their stuff was a mix of hipster nonsense and amazing architectural salvage. It was unusual and well curated and hideously expensive– a fun place to browse. The new owners had a demolition sale at the old location and Paul and I went over there to look on Saturday morning… there […]
For the entire life of my blog, I have struggled to post once a week… my anxiety about hitting publish on anything less than rocket science is severe. But I have to let this anxiety go because THIS IS NOT THE NEW YORKER. If you were confused, feel free to excuse yourself. Today I am […]
I am aware that I am a person whose inner Self appears to skew towards frivolous lunatic… Today’s post will do nothing to alter that perception. Sometimes people wonder how Paul does not find this deeply aggravating, but that is the miracle of Self’s existence: Self is not contingent on anyone’s approval. Also, Self would […]