In case any of you have ever harbored romantic notions about what it must be like to live with me, let this confirm that it would be terrible. I have weird hangups about the smell of damp towels. I require kitchen items to be meticulously placed in specific locations. I leave craft projects all over … Continue reading
Author Archives: ellie
(sort of) Sober Sunday: Afghan saffron and emails to my sister
saffron threads are the thread of the menu – cocktail optional, but highly recommended My sister works for the UN. She does something with refugee camps and saves orphans in her free time. She has a bullet proof vest. I think things blow up in near proximity to her. Based on her Facebook pictures, it … Continue reading
everything in moderation (one-bowl breakfast cookies)
I like the science of nutrition, but I am not a follower of diet trends. For two months, I was doing some intense aerial training while simultaneously trying to rid myself of a lingering virus that made my joints feel like they were filled with toxic marshmallows. As a result, I had to think about … Continue reading
how to (not really) adult: coffee cake edition
A recent study in Psychological Science cataloging the findings of Neil Lewis of the University of Michigan and Daphna Oyserman of the University of Southern California found that subjects would take action sooner if far off events were put in terms of days, rather than months or years, thus tricking the brain into solving some … Continue reading
oh captain, my captain (and cream puffs of possibility)
In high school, I treasured my copy of Leaves of Grass – it was a gift from the Walt Whitman Society, a prize, along with cash for winning first place prize in their annual poetry contest. (I know…I was super cool)His words word transcendent to me – liquid spirituality pouring from the pages. I wanted … Continue reading
Sober Sunday: I’m just going to get drunk in this American Apparel Unitard
Current status: stress vomiting like a house cat. I’m supposed to do this aerial showcase on saturday. My aerial…teacher, (Coach? Guru? Enchantress? Evil Siren?), Laura, keeps telling me I’m doing great, I’m ready, I’m good, it looks awesome. I think she’s falsely boosting my confidence just so I don’t start crying again. I don’t blame … Continue reading
International Pi(e) Day
the anatomy of an email and pie with booze I have my work email on my personal mobile device. It’s a double edged sword because while I don’t look like a douche with two phones in my pocket, work email is always with me. Of course, I assume that should you be emailing me after … Continue reading
santiago cakes
pilgrim’s progress Last year, my parents walked the Camino de Santiago – the medieval pilgrimage road through Spain ending at the town of Santiago de Compostela. My parents are devout Catholics, in the most hippie sense of that description: they are pacifists, oppose capital punishment, and believe every life is sacred – so we must … Continue reading
I can’t bake for you
internet dating vs. beef stew & parsnip mash Recently, I’ve begun dating on the internets, and it has been mostly “meh”. Which is not to say that every man I’ve met has not accurately represented himself, been intelligent, employed, polite, and good looking. I find something in common with each of them. But the interview … Continue reading
sober sunday: pumpkin whoopie pie shaped dopamine receptors
boy-shaped love drug & the best pumpkin pie alternative Poets likened love to a disease, Donne called it a canker worm, eating at the tender rose, like a cancer or virus weakening the host cell. But The Beatles said all you need is love, to save, to heal, to act as a salve curing the loneliness … Continue reading