I got a tattoo in Oxford. Lots of people did. Most of my life I have been told that a single bad decision can haunt you for the rest of your life, but nothing quite so sure as ink injected … Continue reading Guess Who’s Home?
Places I Have Found To Hide In The Air Conditioning: SOME Cafes, (I hate to say it, but franchises are cheaper and have a better chance of being air conditioned) BONUS: Iced Coffee Museums, (Museum of Oxford is a personal … Continue reading The Only Puddles Here Are My Tears
Tomorrow marks a milestone: I will have been alive for 2 decades. It will also mark the 67th birthday of my Gemini twin, a myth, a legend, a French Canadian, and the topic of two different college entrance essays: the … Continue reading 2 Decades Worth of Shared Birthdays
Let’s get one thing straight: if there is a golden age of film-making and creativity, it was 1980-1989. (The 90s weren’t bad either–I mean–they gave us Space Jam, Surf Ninjas and Me, so I’ll allow it.) And if the 80s … Continue reading She’s Still Preoccupied With–(Only) 19, 19–1985
If you’re not going to read the whole thing: 1. I got growled at by a man washing his feet in Grand Central. 2. The lady directly in front of us (who was the literal twin of JoJo from Horton … Continue reading No Pads, No Helmets…Just Balls