Category Exercises in not taking myself too seriously

More art! Wandering around Frieze London

Now that I’m a fancy art collector I have to hang out with other artsy people and cultivate my “eye”, if that’s the term that I want. Where better than at Frieze London? I had never heard about Frieze London before two days ago when I read an article about how it was a major […]

Oktoberfest!

This time with better outfit. Because after two trips last year looking like a walking tourist cliche around all the incredibly good-looking and well-dressed Bavarians, I vowed never again. So when found I’d be going again this year, I consulted with a local to get the right look. Yes, they’re real leather. No, there is […]

State Fair!

Because it couldn’t be more American, I couldn’t resist when Justin suggested we visit the Washington State Fair. We journeyed down to Puyallup, which is not pronounced how it’s spelled and doesn’t seem to have much to boast if besides being home of the fair. Inside the busing gates we found the obligatory halls of […]

Flowers for jetlag

Just back from ten days of work and family and friends in Seattle. Feeling rejuvenated, more grounded, and woefully far behind in basically everything — work, life, this blog, you name it. The stress of it has been coming in waves, including mid-Atlantic when I had hoped to be sound asleep. But at this point, […]

When you work in east London . . .

. . . sometimes you see performance art with dough on the way home. The theme of the show was “folds” and literally every other person at the gallery was (a) a hipster and (b) French. Sooo artsy.

Not in Boston

This post was supposed to be about me jetting off to Boston for the weekend. There would have been a wedding and tuxedos and a glamorous party at the venerable Boston Public Library. But alas! Instead of boarding my flight on Friday morning, I was fielding frantic calls from my immigration lawyer telling me that […]

Does this count as adding to the “patina of age”?

Dang it. Apparently this is what happens when your 18th Century china taps the granite countertop in just the wrong way. I could be devastated and flagellate myself for not having wrapped it in bubble tape or hung it safely on the wall. But that would be no fun and besides I need something to […]