Mr. B

Friday Links

November 10, 2011

Mr. B’s birthday is this weekend, and I thoughtfully already have the champagne out and I am hosting and cooking a Very Awesome Mediterranean Meal with Pesto and Whatnot.   Mr. B is crying because I’m cooking. Links: I’ve been listening to this all week. Episode 2 is my favorite. Very cool blog from the edge of the world. why do we take everything so seriously? Why is U2 so popular? In search of the magical penis thieves. 100% safe ...

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Book Review: A Short History of Tractors in Ukranian

November 8, 2011

  Nowadays, everything Soviet is cool again. But, growing up, everything immigrant that my parents did was horrifyingly embarrassing. They packed lunch for me not in Ziploc bags, but in the plastic bags you get from the grocery store.  They didn’t pack Mac n Cheese, and they would NEVER let me buy Lunchables, but there was Russian food. How do you show up to lunch when you have a kelbasa sandwich with Russian rye bread and all your friends have BP and ...

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Three years of Boykis

October 3, 2011

Mr. B and I have been married for three whole years, which is longer than the restaurant this picture was taken at has been around (due to Russian business practices), and is about as long as my mom’s (photobombing the pic) been smiling with relief that I married someone Jewish, even if he did take me to a pork-ladden Oktoberfest this past Shabbat. I was Terrified to get married and I called my mom crying every day for two weeks,paralyzed ...

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Math exile

September 12, 2011

This is where I’ve been sitting a lot this weekend: and doing homework. Homework is infuriatingly hard.  Basically, none of the stuff in the textbook makes sense to me because I never had Calc II, which they assume you know.  So I’ll try to start solving a problem, see that there is no help to be had in my notes, read the textbook, read the second textbook, read the third textbook, and, as they say in Russian, smotret v’knigu, videt ...

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Vicki’s Travel Guide to Boston for the Temporarily Unemployed and Anxious

August 21, 2011

Two weeks ago I quit my old job, with many of the same feelings as I did the last time I quit to move to Philadelphia.  The position was perfect for the months I was in it, but it was time for a new challenge. I start my new, shiny, exciting job tomorrow.  And grad school starts on Wednesday. And between all of this, we were still visiting Mr. B’s grandmother, who is recovering from serious surgery, in physical therapy, ...

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