As you may be aware, I like to buy shit online.Especially for the house.
There is nothing more exciting than buying shit online, except buying shit online that you’re psychologically motivated into buying by the combination of never-ending innovation of American consumerist practices and Pinterest.
In the beginning of the world, goes the creation story of the Tohono O’odham people of southern Arizona, the First Born arose out of the darkness and created all the plants and the animals. But the plants and the animals didn’t like being in the darkness, so they begged the First Born to create something so they could all see how the other beings lived, and the First Born created the sun.
And then the First Born hightailed it the hell out of there, because people are assholes and don’t really care how other people live. They just want to live better than other people.
I can’t believe there are this many, actually.
Van Gogh, Peasant Man and Woman Planting Potatoes
Mr. B and I have been wanting to plant a tree for a LONG time. Well, it’s more accurate to say that I’ve wanted to plant a tree. Mr. B has not been pushing as hard since he realized he would be doing a majority of the planting.
Mr. B and I have this tradition where we go to super-nice restaurants for our anniversary because we like to pretend we’re classy.
Last year, we had an amazing dinner at Zahav before we learned that Steve Jobs died, bringing our evening to a predictably Russian close of moroseness and regret.
This year, we decided to go to Vetri, which is a super-cute place billed as “possibly the best Italian restaurant on the East Coast.” Whoever wrote that tagline should put an asterisk in there. *for normal people.