Three days ago at Hilles

"So she became a woman who held her head high, not in arrogance, or contempt, but because she knew that it was a form of cowardice to make a choice and then pretend you didn’t really make it." - Kamila Shamsie, Kartography

The best song I haven't heard in 15 years



I forgot how much I love this song until I heard it at Hoi Polloi tonight.

My other favorite place in England

My other favorite place in England is Richard and Liliana's pub, The George and Dragon. So good to be back for "Moody Brooding Hopeless Boys" night last night (description: "A male vocal night featuring songs sung by men who are moody, brooding, and hopeless.").





Somebody talk some sense into me.

No matter how sane and well-thought-out a decision I'll claim it is, don't let me get a haircut or dye job in London. Please. Somebody stop me. Because when I'm back there on Monday, shacking up in Dalston with two of my best friends, full-on re-immersed in the ten-years-later version of our halcyon days of fashion school, surrounded by the most gorgeous, brilliant, inspirational people I know, I'm going to feel so New York (read: so boring) and I'm going to insist I need new hair.

And, let's face it, I'm just too old for that shit. Plus, I'll have to come back to America in ten days to my grown-up job in a grown-up office with a grown-up door that closes because I need to have serious conversations with people all the time. And who would ever take me seriously with a mop of edgy hair on my head. Streaked blonde. Covering one eye.

Here are some of the things I'll look forward to doing in the UK instead of ruining any chance I'll ever have at professional advancement in the corporate world:

Buying and reading the Mirror, the Daily Mail, the Guardian, and the Evening Standard every day, plus the Times, the Telegraph, and every other hulking paper on Sunday

As many breakfasts (two?) as humanly possible at Brown's Cafe in Oxford's Covered Market

An afternoon at the Pitt Rivers Museum with a swing through to visit the Dodo remains at the OUMNH

Seeing Andrew's Edinburgh warm-up show Friday at the Hen and Chicken

Spending every evening at the George and Dragon with everyone who matters

(Bye New York. I'll probably come back.)

My summer reading list is really ambitious

It's already mid-July and I've barely started. If I write it down and put my reading list out into the world, that means I'll have to get through it all, right? Here are some key titles:

Subtly Worded by Nadezhda Teffi
After Me Comes The Flood by Sarah Perry
A Greedy Man in a Hungry World by Jay Rayner
A God in Every Stone by Kamila Shamsie
A Girl Is a Half-Formed Thing by Elmear McBride

I also want to read Nicholson Baker's The Anthologist and Traveling Sprinkler.

Tangential: It sort of infuriates me that Kindle books are only a dollar or two cheaper than discounted paperback or hardcover editions. I love book-books and feel very little incentive to conserve paper or use my Kindle (even though I'm pretty sure I own every Kindle ever made) because I feel like I'm being ripped off by publishers charging me almost the same amount for something that required no printing or raw material overhead whatsoever. Also, I'd rather have the physical paper books anyway. So.

Believe in happy endings




That time we went to Ivan Ramen


Susan wanted Momofuku ramen last night, but I convinced her to go to Ivan Ramen instead. We sat at the counter. And then we made a video. Why not?



In all of the videos we've done together, I get to pretend to be surprised:


Oh, the glamour.


I'm kind of obsessed with John Newman

I know I'm late to the game here. But that voice.



"Observe Everything. Always think for yourself. Never let other people make important decisions for you." — from Bad News by Edward St. Aubyn