the friendly skies

Usually when I have to fly somewhere I spend the flight alternating between trying to pretend I'm not on a plane and praying to god not to let the plane I'm not on crash. But on our way to DC this past Friday I tried a new tactic: taking photos out the window. While taking these photos from seat 20A, I felt like a National Geographic photographer in the Serengeti sneaking up on a lion, or a paparazzo trying to snap a photo of Sean Penn -- I was willing to risk great danger to get the perfect shot. As a result of my reckless bravery, I have 200+ photos of white, fluffy clouds.

i have a complex inner life

Yesterday I put my lunch on two plates and called it tapas.

And when I say I called it tapas, I mean to myself. In my mind. While I ate. I also thought of myself as a tapas chef and then wished this tapas restaurant had a dishwasher.