Currency Exchange
by“You’ve got money stuffed in your mattress, don’t you?” joked our financial planner, after discovering my distrust of imaginary constructs like the stock market….
September, 2014
Dinnermode
byThey allegedly were listening to the speakers, these 10,000 people at Inbound 2014, a huge, fantastic marketing conference I got to attend last week….
Book end
byI destroyed 127 books this weekend, and it felt awesome. I didn’t rend them en masse with a flamethrower like one of Bradbury’s firemen….
Hold on to your butts
byThe memory of nearly chopping off a finger is one that stays with you. But let me back up a bit. Years ago, when…
Crash!
byThe server hosting all of our website’s images has crashed, and we’re going through the very slow process of re-adding all of our loverly…
Clean Slate
byA few weeks ago, my favorite urban farm porn, Root Simple, posted a link to Apartment Therapy’s guide to sane housekeeping. The theory is…
Case of the Bitters
byEver since discovering the summer’s most refreshing, non-alcoholic drink, I’ve been obsessed with bitters. Angostura. Peychaud’s. The more unusual the flavor, the better. It was…