Because there are no stores in Boston…
My one-speed bicycle! Shorts! Persian and Armenian delis! Hello, Boston! It’s love.
Home is a funny thing. I was thinking all this time it’s been Seattle, a city I love… but at this moment, home is waiting for me in Boston, sleeping.
Sukkot, according to my friend Pam, is the Jewish Camping Holiday. I like religions that celebrate camping.
Putting some gold stars on my queer card.
Packing yesterday as Vic walked in the door, he beamed as he handed me my first check for a bit of travel writing. If it wasn’t already spent, I’d say we’d have had a big celebration.
Gingerbread has limitations as a medium. Of the traditionally feminine arts of baking, it is masculine in its angularity and overtly architectural representations.
I spent the day putting gel in my hair, shopping with pretty girls, and partying with Greek shipping magnates. I really liked that part of my day.
I just got a small gig that involves categorizing, detailing and reviewing Boston bike shops.
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