Former "American in London". Current New Yorker. Forever irritated by most things.
My first cuppa.
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It's official. I've become a true Londoner. My first official "cuppa" thanks to the delicious Carmina Cafe. Where we went twice in one day. Listen, we were really excited about the tea.
This past year was filled with a disgusting amount of all nighters, which I am WAY too old for (I was too old for it at 20, so it only got worse). But the one good thing that came out of it, besides talented(delirious) dance routines, was the discovery and rediscovery of some great albums. I had some very odd choices in terms of what helped me to write/keep me from throwing myself out the window. Here is the list of some of the ones that got me through those rough nights: Carly Simon "Carly Simon" The Maccabees - "Given to the Wild" Emeli Sande - "Our Version of Events" Birdy - "Birdy", "Fire Within" Macklemore and Ryan Lewis - "VS. Redux" Joni Mitchell- "Clouds" Ella Fitzgerald - "The Voice of Jazz" Pure Bathing Culture - "Moon Tides" Wilco - "The Whole Love" Mark Isham - " Life as a House Soundtrack" - this is for that good, panic cry that happens around ...
EDITOR'S NOTE: I am very much aware of how delayed this post is, but I needed a good stretch of time to reform the portions of my brain that contain my wit. (I'm born with it obviously, but it needs a regeneration period every seven years. #science). So let's just Memento this thing and go back to December 2013. My bear was over this Dissertation shit too. At this point, I had not yet submitted my dissertation, but was at the stage where I was beginning to have stress dreams starring Jean Rhys (which by the way are frightening. Her life was stressful enough). It's hard to describe exactly how deep in it I was, so instead of words, I'll turn to my trusty default form of expression: GIFS. Basically: By Thanksgiving, it was a lot of this: And by Christmas...this: And from then on...mostly this: And all I wanted to really do was this: So in short terms, I needed a holiday BAD. Enter my favorite t...
I recently took a trip to Amsterdam with my parents. I know, that sentence in of itself is worthy of a good therapy session, but none of us had been and it seemed like a cool city to go explore in the short time they were across the pond visiting me. (Plus I really wanted to sing Roxanne by The Police whenever I saw a red light because C'MON. When else can you do that?) The city was beautiful and everyone was super friendly. It was worth the trip just for a visit to the Anne Frank House ( without Justin Bieber, that foolish child ), but we were lucky enough to fit in a few more things before we had to leave. I tried to learn a few Dutch phrases, but per usual everyone spoke perfect English. Something I'm still trying to master. Here are some of the (many, many) pictures I took during our two days: Outside the Anne Frank House Outside the library, which was obviously our first stop. Matching the city's laid back 'tude, cats just ...
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