Heyyyy everyone! Guess what?
That’s right, I’m back at Yale. For my senior year. Ah, the inexorable passage of time.
But more exciting- I ordered myself a David Bowie shirt. Finally. It’s been a long time coming. A really long time coming, given that I’ve been a Bowie fan and singing along to Starman since some time in elementary. Continue reading “Bowie Ballads”
Disappointments are sweeter in Paris. Most things are. Continue reading “Parisian Disappointments”
I originally conceived of this as a list of tropes from the original Scooby Doo series, but it would be much more fun as a drinking game, don’t you think?
SO in honor of my being 21 (hahaha, not really, I still can’t figure out how to get a taste for alcohol) I would like to present The Unofficial Scooby Doo Drinking Game.
(I got the complete 1st season of the show as a present (the NOSTALGIA) and have been watching it a bit/fair amount/all the time.)
And thank you to my Dad, the original Scooby Doo fan, for brainstorming with me. Continue reading “Scooby Dooby Drink”
Thanks in part to our lovely local boulangerie/patisserie (Le Couleur de Blé), my breakfasts in Paris generally included the following components: market fruit, Badoit, and a delicious pastry.
Which pastries you ask? Continue reading “Pastry Pastry”
Heyy, I’m back on the ground in Boston! I woke u at 4:30 am in the Charles de Gaulle area and then hopped on a plane and kept doing the plane thing until I got off at Boston Logan around noon (6 pm France time). I don’t feel tired so much as discombobulated and maybe a bit punchy. So this is a short list. As in, I only watched two films while I was in the plane. Continue reading “ICELANDAIR Films”
It’s good to be in Paris for the Olympics and realize that it’s not just the US that focuses their broadcasts almost exclusively on their own athletes. France does it too!
Right now I have the full body thumb war that is classical wrestling on in the background, France versus Brazil…
Is that an unfair description? It seems accurate to me, but somehow John Oliver thought ‘foreplay with horse’ was a credible way to sum up dressage and I just… no.
Dressage is dancing with horses! And if all dancing is foreplay then I’m fucked, what with the hip hop, jazz, burlesque, competitive ballroom, and all. Continue reading “Les jeux olympiques”
Or my amorous two-week affair with the Paris Metro.
Continue reading “Metrosexual”