One More Salute to Vanity

2 weeks ago

Oh my god, Facebook. Stop daring me to make horrible life choices. You’re as bad as my parents.

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2 weeks ago

Ferran Adria Eat Your Heart Out

Me: Like El Bulli, I'm going to start my own food foundation. But I'll open it in 2013 and be like "BOOYA! look at my floating eggs!" You want in?
Whitney: YES. "HELLO, SUCKAS! COME DRINK MY FOAM!"
Me: "I farted in this jar in 2010 so you could enjoy it in 2013. Now put on this unitard and lick the wall paper"
Whitney: "That's not puff paint, it's solid gold duck semen, and it's delicious."
Me: It's a fucking CELEBRATION.

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3 weeks ago

6pm Bus Conversation

“I don’t know, we have that avocado? Just tell me what’s in the fridge. Start the rice. No, I’ll put a sauce on it.”

I hear some variation of this everyday on the 5. The number 7 has more death threats, less dinner debates. The 358 has a lot of dogs on rope leashes.

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Searching for the Temple Grandin documentary on Netflix, I received the above suggestion. What does it all mean?

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4 weeks ago

The hibernation researcher Lynn Rogers once crawled into a den and pressed his ear to a bear’s chest to count its heartbeats. The naturalist Bernd Heinrich went out into the woods in 9-degree cold, chased a flying squirrel from its nest and replaced it with a hot potato. (So well insulated was the nest that the potato held its heat for half an hour.) »Mary Roach’s book reviews are inspiring.