Monthly Archives: July 2012

New worst beard

Remember “Would you kiss it?” I think this beard is worse.


It was blowing in the damn breeze, y’all.


You keep your name, I’ll keep mine

When I was a little girl, I told my father “Daddy, I’ll never change my name.” I felt bad about him not having a son to carry on our awesome, made-up-at-Ellis-Island last name. Dad hugged me, I remember. I think he remained silent or said something like “Oh, honey.”

By the time I was a teenager, I panicked. Changing one’s name was what women did when one got married, right? Could I break my promise to Dad? Would he care?

Some do. At least it’s a choice now. But some people are making other choices that make me strain my side-eye muscles.

My friend @nyc10021 made me aware of this wedding announcement. Continue reading

#Bachelorpad or #BP3 or…

Every Monday for a few weeks, I’ll give Bachelor Pad 3 two hours & hundreds of tweets. It’s enough to put me in Twitter Jail sometimes.

Do I have to give it two TweetDeck columns also?

It would be great if we could all agree to go with the character-sparing #BP3. Make it happen, friends.

Recap of episode one by @jenmarcus

Bachelor Pad fashion commentary via @possessionista

Thumbprint portraits, the art of persuasion and other cool things

I love these Thumbprint Portraits by Cheryl Sorg. Understandably, they are an investment–she puts so much into each one. Her Etsy shop has other, less dear pieces of artwork for sale.

Photo via Cheryl Sorg

On persuasion (via NPR)

Suburban Sweetheart understands me.

My friend Diandra suggests: Be Amazing.

Tom Cruise and Kristen Stewart? Oh, HELL no!

Time Magazine thought it would be funny to run some numbers and identify Tom Cruise’s next wife. Kristen Stewart is noted as one of three possibilities.

My reaction: NO, NO, NO.

Note: this ran in Time’s July 23 issue–on newsstands approximately July 16 and thus before Sad Times.

Unfortunately I can’t find the graphic online. Just text.

More love for bacon

When I arrived at O’Hare last week, I learned I didn’t have a hotel room, and that most hotels in Chicago were sold out.

This treat I found at the Vosges kiosk softened the blow.

Photo via

Pricey, caloric and wonderful. I managed to stretch the box over my four-day trip. That’s will power.

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