Look, there’s no such thing as a locavore cannibal.
— Nick, assuring me that it’s OK to “feast on the body of your coworker if you found half of her torso on the side of the road”.
listening to the Hype front page last night, I discovered: the
Au Pairs, and the
awesome blog that posted them
lately, all I’ve wanted to do, and have been doing, is waltzing to
Beirut
but really, the promise of this
cranbery walnut square is what used to get me up every Saturday morning. Breezy Hill doesn’t have a stand at the Grand Army farmers’ market, but I just found them at the DUMBO market this Sunday and I’ve been so happy ever since.
Imagine my disappointment when I learned that CakePHP is not, in fact, a framework for making cakes.
— I don’t think Evan’s taking my demand to ‘make it make me
that thing when i click on it!!!!!!!!!!!!’ seriously
kinda want to go back to college just so I can write this paper:
Barack With You: A Discussion of Racial Identity in Post-Michael Jackson America
