On mixing meat and milk
Me: Because turkeys don't make cheese.
CW: Right! But chickens do.
Walking along 19th Street to meet a friend for happy hour, loud lounge music being blasted from a fourth story townhouse to the road below. I think it’s called a public service —
I loved Boston. It’s such an intelligent (and clean) city, not to mention coated in good restaurants, culture, activities. And…later…snow. But I’ll just overlook that part for now, and cling to the excitement I’m feeling to move up there. Because, thank god, now I am excited.
And finally, in 1000 years, we probably won’t be here…– Neri Oxman, Boston, MA
I’m feeling a little hipster right now. What do you think?– JG, wearing Converse sneakers, Adams Morgan, DC
They used to tank cod from Alaska all the way to China. They’d keep them in vats...– Vince Pierce, Catfish
LEARNED: I can't judge pumpkin weight
So I lost an $18 bet. Oh well, can’t win ‘em all.
Is there such a language as Greek? Or is it…Latin? Or Italian?– GG
I forgot to mention, my camera arrived. Now I can take beautiful pictures of my beautiful friends/acquaintances/surroundings. I’m still VERY much learning, but… I now may be able to do the world SOME justice.
Life imitates art?
Two things connected to Atlas Shrugged: First, the suicide at Rutgers, prompted by an invasion of privacy (your roommate decides it’s perfectly acceptable, funny even, to stream your sexual conduct on the internet? Bad New Jersey jokes aside, some people are so damaged, and damaging). I’ve been following this story for a few days, noting the obvious, unavoidable sadness, but also the...