MEXICO CITY: Tlacoyos & Tequila

I miss all those people and all these places. In fact, missing things might be the only unpleasant part of travel. Abroad, your existence is transitory; you are an ephemeral presence in another world. I think of these encounters daily, like the waitress at the Café Saint-Antoine that I adored, but they’re surely too busy living their lives to recall a young man who spent a month on their shores. Still, it’s wonderful to have that to remember and reflect on. 

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Let’s Bring Back…

[Advance warning: this is a long one. Also, support my hypothetical gubernatorial campaign!] I was born at the wrong time. I’ve always known this. I long for the olden days […]

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Faux Tumblr: Installment 8

I guess Tumblr got sold or something and I don’t give a crap because I still haven’t given in and joined the Tumblr. I’m really quite proud of myself. Don’t […]

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Spontaneous Chicago: Part 2 – The Comfort of Wealth

I don’t think I’ve ever been happier to see hipsters again as I was then. Hipsters and gays and fashionistas and rich bitches with faces so full of poison they’re […]

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Eurovision 2013: VOTE FOR THE OPERA SINGING VAMPIRE!

In Paris, there are special occasions called “Le Nuit Des Musées,” where all of the gorgeous museums are opened up for free late into the night. You can peruse the […]

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Things I Loved/Hated This Week #29

LOVE: Bitchin’ Kitchen: I grew up on cooking shows, I credit Martha and Julia with my interest in cookery and the baking arts. I moved to Paris because of Julia, […]

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