Category: Life

  • Pro Bono: The Meta Edition

    Pro Bono Net profiles me in their latest newsletter, where I mention Pro Bono Net, who profiles me in their newsletter . . .

  • High Maintenance

    I do not consider myself to be particularly high maintenance (if anyone I've dated wants to chime in here, knock yourself out).  That said, I have my limits.  I hereby declare that I will no longer take any bus except for the one between Boston and Portland, Maine.  NEVER AGAIN.  I stopped taking buses after a heinous Greyhound experience over Fourth of July weekend when I was in law school, but have now been convinced twice to take the Bolt Bus, once to Boston and once back from DC. 

    Don't get me wrong.  The Bolt Bus is lovely, particularly compared to Greyhound all those years ago.  Yes, it's sooooo much cheaper than Amtrak.  Yes, there's wifi, which I am taking advantage of as I write this.  It's clean.  The drivers are nice.  But.  But I get headaches on the bus.  I can't read on the bus.  I hate the bathroom on the bus so I don't drink water and am thirsty for hours on end.  There is inevitably  traffic, so it takes longer than it's supposed to to reach your destination.  The train, in contrast, is pleasant.  It rocks me to sleep.  The bathrooms are, well, nicer than the one on the bus.  There are snacks on the train.  And booze.  And no traffic.  Even if there are delays, there are snacks and booze, which makes up for the delays.  And it is worth EVERY DAMN PENNY to take the train to DC or Boston rather than the bus if at all possible.

    At least it's worth it to me, given the fact that I am now officially high maintenance.

  • Love Story

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    I love it when Hugh gets all sappy.  Image courtesy of Gaping Void.
  • Men Don’t Make Passes at Girls Who Wear Glasses

    2005_07_food_nycicy Of course, we all know this is bullshit, especially in Brooklyn, where apparently every woman under the age of 30 is required to wear glasses with frames that I wore in the 80's.  That said, I am still to this day somewhat self-conscious when I wear my glasses instead of my contacts.  It's not that I don't like my glasses — I do.  I even like just having the option of wearing them if the mood strikes.  But I think I am able to hide behind them in some way — maybe I become a little quieter, more hesitant, bordering on shy (I know, I know, hard to imagine, but shy on the Laren spectrum, at least).  At this time of year at work, when it's all about spreadsheets, crunching numbers and staring at the computer, wearing my glasses is a matter of survival — if I don't, I end up with a vicious headache and irritated eyes.  This usually means that I have to carry my contacts for trips to the gym as well.  I've got an eye doc appointment next week and might even consider a second pair, for fashion's sake, and because hey — I kinda like them!

    PS — This is my favorite pic of me in my old glasses; I've got different ones now, which I also like.

  • I’m Tall!

    According to my doctor, I am 5' 1 3/4".  Having been 5' 1" my entire life, this means that either I have stopped slouching or have actually grown 3/4 inch, either of which would be a minor miracle.  That said, my drivers license says that I'm 6' 1", which is clearly not true.

  • Interesting Tidbits

    Good reading out there this week!  First, be sure to read about Justice Sotomayor in the New Yorker.  Next, learn how lack of sleep is impacting women, and get on board for the challenge of sleeping a minimum of 7.5 hours per night (I am failing miserably thus far).  Finally, read about breakups in the age of digital social networking and how it makes them suck all the more. 

    And, of course, my weekly interview on Serious Eats; stay tuned for Mix It Up there later this afternoon!

  • Nap vs. Gym

    On certain days, when I haven't gotten as much sleep as I'd like, I always wonder which would make me feel more refreshed — a nap or a trip to the gym.  Given the fact that I don't really have the option of napping at work, I tend to go to the gym, which perks me up for a bit, but then I'll often feel more tired in an hour or two afterward.  If a nap was a true option, which do you think would help you get through your day — a nap or a quick work out?

  • A Sluggish Start

    I rang in 2010 with dear friends and great food and wine (which is how all New Years Eves should be spent, in my opinion) in cozy condo in snow-covered Ludlow, VT.  I cross-country skied on New Years Day, working up a sweat and enjoying being outside on a gorgeous day.  But by the end of the evening, I wasn't feeling great, and woke up with a fever and a vicious sore throat, which is still lingering.  I spent the entire next day in my red flannel pj's, sleeping on and off, and watching the snow blow around outside.  This, of course, was not a bad way to spend a day, but I had planned on downhill skiing, so it wasn't quite the same.  I did get to have tomato soup and grilled cheese for lunch, though, which was a bonus. 

    Having just been hit with a massive head cold right before Christmas, I have to admit that I'm slightly concerned about the heartiness of my immune system these days, so I plan to tone things down a bit this month in order to rebuild and strengthen it.  Any/all suggestions are welcome.

  • Resolution

    In keeping with the theme of two-word resolutions, I offer my resolution for 2010:  Let Go.  I was inspired by this article, which I hope can inspire many of you as well.  There are certain things articulated in the article that I can certainly focus on more than others, but overall, the message is to let go.

    I am going offline until 2010.  I wish you all a happy, healthy New Year and, as always, I am grateful for all the magnificent people who have made my life so amazing thus far.  See you on the flip side.

  • Puppy Love

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    Considering getting a dog by the end of 2010, which will give me enough time to build up a budget for a dog-walker, doggie insurance, food, and the occasional kennel/dog-sitter when I travel.  Thoughts?