Imagine you're a teenage girl, and you want to be a rock god: who are your role models? Who's there to look up to? Who can you respect? Continue reading

I promise I'm not turning into yet another food blogger.That said, two days ago, I got a text message from my boyfriend while I was at work. He had an idea in his head for some amazing burgers, and wanted me to bake buns.So I did. I found a recipe that most of the interwebs loved, and baked burger buns. Of course, I didn't follow it properly (the texture… Continue reading

Because I'm making art and words and websites and plans.FYI… Continue reading

Sundried Tomato Bagels and Rosemary Bagels: Everything Bagels at sunset: How'd I do it? With a little help from Smitten Kitchen, naturally…

Of course the first thing I do when I have a whole evening to myself is decide to bake something so intense, time-consuming, ambitious, and complicated that it borders on madness. But I got to break out the dough hook for my Kitchenaid stand mixer for the first time! A few weeks ago, Smitten Kitchen's bronx-worthy bagels recipe caught my eye. I bought all of the ingredients last week, including… Continue reading

I love to brag about all of the amazing meals my boyfriend makes me here. And I recently realized that I haven't provided you with nearly enough photographic evidence of all of these gorgeous things.So, here's the steak we ate Sunday night with pommes frites, and which was followed by a huge salad course of gorgeous tomato, avocado, greens and homemade (by me) bleu cheese dressing… Continue reading

I'm terrifically excited about the end of this semester and my time being my own again. There's just SO MUCH STUFF that's fun that I can't wait to start digging into. First, I need to do something about my website and blog. Every year or so I get bored of the design of my website, and this year I have a very special idea about folding them together Continue reading

Taking the T back home from my office, I felt something stiff and papery drop on my shoulder, bounce off my front, and watched it drift to the floor. It settled between the feet of a thin blond kid in a t-shirt with three greek letters; he was shuffling index cards around. "You dropped a flash card," I told him. "I don't know if it's important." Continue reading

So, this Souter thing. Interesting. Mostly, to me, because it opens up the possibility of getting a second (and maybe, eventually—wait for it!—an unprecedented third) woman on the bench. 8-to-1 is simply NOT RIGHT! Continue reading