Jet Lag Is The Devil, Or, Saturday Morning at 6:27am
It’s Saturday. I returned from Europe Tuesday night. I’m still jet-lagged. Jet lag is the devil, whispering dark thoughts in one’s ear and blowing smoke
It’s Saturday. I returned from Europe Tuesday night. I’m still jet-lagged. Jet lag is the devil, whispering dark thoughts in one’s ear and blowing smoke
Back. Uneventful flights, except for the spillage of warm nuts in my lap on the Chicago – San Francisco leg. More words and some pictures
And I went to the airport, and my flight was canceled, and I got a new flight for tomorrow that avoids the UK, and I
The first time I came to Paris I was 18. Almost 19, given, but still 18. On my first visit I walked the streets grinning
Wander into a department store, cash in your pocket. Endure torture at the hands of a tall Russian makeup artist. Buy new makeup you don’t
We took several walks, in Manhattan. The first night, we walked back to the Crosby Hotel from Momofuku Noodle Bar.* I kept getting turned around,
A few Manhattan thoughts of profound import. 1. The sky has been so blue this weekend we might have been in the countryside.2. The Crosby
I’m off to New York tomorrow. So excited. I spent much of my 20s in Manhattan. I always love going back. But it feels a
Ladies and gentlemen, we have a winner. Small slip of paper, please…. Wait. First I wanted to take a minute to thank you for your
Happy Friday everyone. I wanted to remind you about the NaraCamicie giveaway. I’ll be drawing the name of the winner end of day on Monday.
My daughter called me. Giggling. “Mama, I got the cookie. And the card says, ‘Your mom thinks you’re some bunny special.’” I explained to her
Above, my closet. You may notice, I don’t particularly like to wear color. Why won’t the world just won’t give up trying to make me
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