25th
Prepping!
Some of the stuff I've written for other people is on my other website.
I also co-edit Postcards From Yo Momma.
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Yeah, Balk, that’s one hell of a legacy you’re building for yourself there.
And Choire says cursing is bad for traffic!
In the spirit of The Awl’s recent turn to the Home Arts, I’d like to share some of the heretofore secret Shafrir family recipes, which my mom collected in a cookbook for me a few years ago.
Flank Steak
1. Marinate overnight/all day in a nonmetallic container
2. Broil/barbecue on each side for approximately 5-10 minutes
3. Slice thinly against the grain
Caviar Dip
1. Stir mayonnaise and eggs
2. Spread over bottom of serving dish
3. Layer onion
4. Combine cream cheese and sour cream; spread over onions
5. Sprinkle with caviar
REALLY IMPRESSIVE LOOKING
Checking out Swirl
Sample sales by Daily Candy
This. Is. Dangerous.
I gotta say, I wasn’t super impressed by the debut: a designer I’d never heard of selling overpriced cashmere. DC’s gonna have to step up their game if they want to compete with the gajillion other sample sale sites out there.
Whatever happens, we do not want the government conducting any studies on whether current health practices actually do any good. Let this continue and soon you will not be able to get your hands on a good leech when you need one.
Yes.
Also, whenever anyone mentions leeches I automatically think of that scene in Stand By Me.
Saying on Facebook that you are “in a relationship” is so middle school, as a relationship-seriousness barometer. The high school version of this benchmark is sharing your Google Calendars with each other. The only thing is you have to remember to take the incriminating appointments off your calendar first.
I think your Tumblr needs a new name.
(N.B.: What do you do if your significant other refuses to use Google Calendar? You don’t know what either person is up to at night until, like, that afternoon. Also, some annoying double-booking tends to occur.)
In your life, are you a cheer captain, or are you on the bleachers? I suppose you could be something else related to this scenario — a quarterback on the field, a stoner under the bleachers — but I’d prefer that you stick to the simple binary. Cheer captain, or on the bleachers?
I love Taylor Swift but she is SO NOT in the bleachers, and one of my pet peeves is the totally gorgeous/successful actor/singer/whatever who is all, “But I’m just a big nerd INSIIIIIIIIIIDE.”
Last week, Officer Montilla said he arrested a 400-pound man in a housing project in Harlem who had 10 bags of crack cocaine on him.
“The man was saying he was going to kill my mother, and kill my family,” Officer Montilla said. He said the angriest person he dealt with before was someone who wanted a better rate on their municipal bonds.
Of course, we don’t know how fat that person was, so.
If you’re going to put a dog in a Santa suit, PUT THE DOG IN THE SANTA SUIT. Photoshopping it onto him later is NOT ALLOWED.