Amen.

While not rich (I mean, at all) I have about 18 egg cups right now, none of which I paid more than $4 for and quite a few for a under a dollar. In fact, I once got four cups for 75¢ at a yard sale that turned out turned out to be Royal Doulton (no hand painted periwinkles, but you can't have everything).

If you are in one these houses and there's an ash tree with a sword stuck in it and you pull the sword out of the tree, then you get to have a torrid but doomed love affair with the married woman who lives there. Oh, and your name is Siegmund.

There are 1,440 minutes in a day. To have sex 500 times in a day would be to have sex every 2.88 minutes.

Never write an email when you've been snorting your Adderall XR mixed with your buddies' coke.

Spanish producer Pateria de Sousa makes foie with using gavage, the force-feeding of the ducks. The liver is smaller and strictly seasonal (therefore more expensive per pound due to lower yield) but the taste is identical and the ducks forage for themselves in a specific area de Sousa has set up with figs, nuts, etc.,…

Having been around what passes for modern architecture here in San Francisco, I can only rejoice. The architectural vocabulary, the bright colors, the sheer exuberance is magnificent. Call it hell, call it heaven, call it a total rejection of the tens of thousands of pale "international" style buildings that sadly…

No, dear Sisyphus, my reply was meant for you. It has to do with that boulder that you so love to push uphill, and how you — and I, for that matter — happen to be on the right side of the battle that we're losing.

Go ahead. Tell that to a world that uses "decimate" to say that the majority of a specific group of people have been killed instead of just 10%.

Works with new boots as well.

I have both a cast-iron skillet and dutch oven that were given to my mother-in-law as wedding presents from her mother in 1944; but this was wartime, all metals were scarce as they were destined for the war effort.

Shame works. Also, sending someone to Coventry, which is social isolation.

Years ago there was a black cat named Morgan. In the living room was an 11 x 16 Persian rug with a center medallion in red and white. Morgan would sit in the exact center of the medallion, paws tucked under and doing a full swan-boat, looking for all the world like a cat-barque sailing a Persian rug sea.

Somewhere in Time, "Christopher Reeve is approached by an alderwoman... ."

It's been some time since I've read Walter Lord's definitive book on the Titanic, A Night to Remember, but if I recall correctly the Duff-Gordon lifeboat was among the first, if not the very first lifeboat to be launched — and at the time, it was proving difficult to convince people to enter the lifeboats. Lord…

Interesting note: in the hierarchy of British titles, Baronet is rock bottom of the pile (I think all it took was owning property). In fact, a Baronet isn't even considered part of the nobility. Today they're called "Life Peers" and the title dies with them, they have no seat in the House of Lords... basically you get…

As great as Bulletproof is, I find I need a cup of bone broth to go with it.

All too true, I'm afraid. The worst of the lot is "Raised Without Cages", which sounds nice except that it's defined as "raised with access to 30 minutes of direct sunlight for at least 50% of its life".

While I think that 17 is still quite young, it's not so young that shouldn't be consequences for your actions. You drink too much, you do something stupid, you pay to clean up your own mess.

Want. Want. Want. Want. Want.