Los Angeles Food & Wine Festival took place over the weekend right down the street from my apartment. I really did want to buy a ticket (especially because De La Soul was scheduled to perform on Saturday night). However, I just could not get over the ticket price. For the whole week, I went back and forth debating whether I could justify spending anywhere between $115-$175 for one (only 1) night of unlimited wine and food tastings from up and coming to well-known chefs. While I wanted to go, ultimately the practical me figured that for $150 I could create my own fake a$$ version of an LA Food and Wine Festival visiting different restaurants throughout the city for the entire weekend.
Aziz Ansari wrote a book about modern romance. In it, he investigated how the internet and technology have affected modern relationships. He writes “Every one of us engages on a journey to find love and companionship. We meet people, date, get into and out of relationships, all with hope of finding someone with whom we share a deep connection and truly love. This journey seems fairly standard now, but it’s wildly different from what people did even just decades ago…. Some of our problems are unique to our time. ‘Why did this guy just text me an emoji of a pizza? ‘Should I go out with this girl even though she listed Combos as one of her favorite snack foods? Combos!!?’” This book was published last year, and since then, modern romance has evolved even further. For example, I’m about to go on a Tinder date—and I haven’t said one word to her. All communications thus far have been entirely in gifs. Continue reading “#MODERNROMANCE, TINDER GIFS EDITION”
You know those dreams you have that are so vivid, you just can’t shake them? And then you’re dying to find those images again, only to realize that those exact images won’t perfectly match up to how you saw them in your sleep?
This has happened to me on several occasions, but a few nights ago, I dreamt of one place that seemed so real, I can’t help but think I may actually see it one day. The problem is, I’m not entirely sure it truly exists in real life.
In an attempt to “speak this place into reality”, if you will, here is what this fantastical place in my mind looks like.
I deeply appreciate vintage collectibles and antiques. Flea markets offer a centralized spot to discover treasures dear to my heart. Honestly, I dream to one day take my purchase to Antique Roadshow and end up as the shining star with the most valuable item featured at the end of the episode. I am always hunting for flea markets/antique locations from Monterey to Brooklyn to London. Locally, everyone knows the famous Rose Bowl Flea Market but I just recently discovered the greatness of the smaller Long Beach Antique Market.
It’s been scorching these last two weeks in New York. Literally the hottest days of the year in what is the hottest year ever recorded in history. I’ve been sweating all the damn time. Heck, I’m sweating now. It’s generally a smart time to try and stay cool. Staying indoors and blasting the AC? Very smart. Going to the beach and jumping in the Atlantic Ocean? Very smart. Moving to a new apartment in ninety degree weather? Not so much. What is it like to move during this time? Continue reading “Apartment Move During a Summertime Heat Wave”
There are few things in life that give me more anxiety than singing in public.
(Wait, I take that back… tap-dancing in front of my cousins in obnoxiously sparkly costumes at family parties may actually be worse, but that’s a story for a different time. I digress.)
That said, there is one type of environment in which I can sing my little heart out without fear of complete rejection. I’ll give you a hint: it involves late nights, beverages, friends, a whole lot of foolishness, and a microphone that sometimes shares the name with a body-rolling character played by Channing Tatum.
After living in New York City for close to six years, I had no choice but to become a pro at the riding the subway and buses to get around. At a certain point, I took tremendous pride knowing the tricks of the subway cars, unspoken MTA etiquette, schedule timing and everything else all public transit folks basically understood as a fact of life.