Tag: Humor

My Mantra for Today

My Mantra for Today

Courtesy of Dear Sugar at The Rumpus, this is my M.O. for the day. And the mug is also on my wish list. What are you setting out to do for today? Image courtesy of The Rumpus shop

My New Favorite Blog

My New Favorite Blog

It’s such a shame that in all my days chasing around music boys in Eau Claire, Wisconsin, I never ran into Bon Iver. He was probably busy hanging out with cool guys while we band geeks were lucky to mix with the “jazzers.” Perhaps that allows 

The Road Kill Menu

The Road Kill Menu

Last week in my writing class, I was feeling the grind of the semester and the drudge of homework. And not just any homework: writing, where there is no clear fill-in-the-black to an assignment per se, but endless possibilities, with a bit of the subjective thrown in.

For a perfectionist, this is hell. In that moment, I didn’t even want to think of the drivel I would produce under a 10-minute prompt deadline.

Until … a lovely assignment to write a “road kill” menu of at least four entrees, consisting of “stomach churning, disgustingly awful things one could ever imagine appearing on a dinner plate.”

Here are some of the class results:

Bird Drop Soup
Kitten Pot Pie
North Country Steak smothered in Moose Saliva
Armadillo Cutlet
Fresh-Boiled Roadkill of the Day
Housemade Skunk Ravioli
Transmission Fluid on Ice
Day Old Coffee
… and those are just a few

A nice break from serious personal essay and character development.

What’s the most disgusting thing you’d want to add to the menu?

Picky Eaters Need Not Apply

Picky Eaters Need Not Apply

If love is a transcending experience, then I’m convinced food is the barometer for it. I’ve theorized about this subject in the past, but pushed it aside when I stumbled upon dating prospects who lack an interest in food. I almost saw this as a 

What Happens When Besties Go to Bakeries Together

What Happens When Besties Go to Bakeries Together

One of the most important things for me to do right when I got to New York was go to City Bakery near Union Square. My old roomie and I were happy to share some sweets and a coffee together, only we are usually not 

Learning No-ga

Learning No-ga

Last night, my friend and I were philosophizing on why it is so difficult for smart and strong women to say no.

Luckily, she blogged about it with a great exercise to help practice the art of saying no.  She calls it no-ga.

Did I mention she’s hilarious?!  Read it here.  Then read the rest of her blog, Boundless Optimism.

Twins

Twins

I’m housesitting for a sweet boxer who looks more human every day. Really, the resemblance is uncanny.