Camino de Santiago: Día 3

Los DetallesTrajectory: Zubiri -------> Pamplona Distance: 13-ish miles a.k.a. 20.9 kilometers Cost of a Glass of Rioja: 1.80€ Gear Abandoned:Don Quixote de La Mancha The Day In Brief A snowy but warming morning led into a sunny afternoon. I started late, half because I was waiting to see if the snow slowed down and half... Continue Reading →

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Camino de Santiago: Día 2

Note: Le WiFi es muy lento, así que no habrá fotos en este blog. Trágico, pero así es. Deets Trajectory: Roncesvalles à Zubiri Distance: 21.9 kilometers / 13.6 miles Cheek Snow/Wind Burn Level: Magenta and Pain, which will also be the name of my zine when I grow up Famous Last Words "I'm never hiking... Continue Reading →

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I’ve Got the Golden Ticket…Now What?

There's always something jolting about stumbling upon memorabilia from a past relationship, no matter how ill-fated an affair it may have been. Cleaning the fridge and finding the bottle of Moet you'd bought for the never-attained two-year anniversary; going through stacks of papers and seeing a business card from the bar where you had your... Continue Reading →


I have spent this whole entire day trying to thing of SOMEthing about which to blog. Eating Magic Cookies, though enjoyable to me physically and personally, doesn't lead to anything worthy of inscription on the InterWeb; rather, it makes me a lazy fuck who has torn through one and a half seasons of The Office... Continue Reading →

Numbers and Resolutions: Part II

I'm  fan of the resolution, not just at New Year's but in general. I love plans, planning things, organizing, throwing out, straightening up, and, my most recent obsession, de-hoarding (opposite of hoarding). Challenges, goals, time limits: These are all things that get me moving. However,  a friend of mine just lent me The Power of... Continue Reading →

Just Another Fucked-Up Friday

So now that my romantic life is back on track, at least for the next hour or until another slutty bitch writes something salacious and suggestive on his wall and I have a jealousy crisis that turns out to be reasonable (yes, writing drunk, and nope, still not over it), I have plenty of time... Continue Reading →

¡Regreso! Live from Mexico City

And so it is that after 9 months of middle-class suffering in an oppressive super-religious pseudo-city and attending Spanish classes with even more oppressive super-religious students, two months of living in hostels in various parts of Caribbean Mexico and Belize, getting an iguana, falling madly in love, traveling to the majority of worthwhile cities serviced... Continue Reading →

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