Flash cell-phone photography is only not ridiculous when you have glitter gradients and 3D bows made of rhinestones on your nails.
I’ve had a lot of people say the ant farm is much smaller in person than the pics lead you to believe, so here is my adult child-sized hand in comparison.
Been sitting on this gem for a few days
The Yung One That Is Coombs turned 25 yesterday so I took the requisite party pix. Was reminded this morning of last year’s party, which involved me surprising him in Indiana and a lot of God Damns.
How To Live Well by Jillian Michaels
Did I mention the ant farm lights up? They retreated to the top when I turned it on so I’m guessing they hate it, but at least you can see the new curved tunnel on the right.
Remember this? New York finally warmed up enough for the ants to ship, so I followed the instructions to introduce my new pets into their new ecto-cooler home. Interestingly, the first step was to chill them in the fridge for 15 minutes.
This is Day 2. (But don’t be too impressed—I made the 3 tunnels before adding the ants.)
Surely not the only one in my building to pick up on the strange coincidence of the recent pervasive weed smell and this addition to the “free” pile.
Big ups to the designer that creatively placed the image of a bag of salsa next to the paragraph on home births in the first issue of Brooklyn Magazine.
Went in with visions of a neon leopard print in my head, left with a double glitter gradient ending in a green that is assuredly not an homage to St Patrick’s Day.
Wednesday: saw Terence Koh at the salad bar of the Bowery Whole Foods, wearing all white: parka, jeans, furry boots, and those sunglasses.
Friday: coworker says he saw my “white ninja” friend riding his bike on Bowery; the bike was not white.
Friday, 3 minutes later: Carrie texts while in the Chelsea Whole Foods, having seen a guy in all white with “crazy sunglasses hanging from his shirt”.
This week I read about spaghetti subway fights, SXSW, and Elizabeth Taylor. Take a breather.
And unto us a child is born