Maybe they could find a spot in the C-Suite at G/O?
Maybe they could find a spot in the C-Suite at G/O?
There can never be enough bread. And it’s been my experience that it freezes pretty well.
This is not particularly interesting but I used to be a faithful reader of the New York Daily News. It’s a left-ish tabloid, not to be confused with the New York Post.
One of the fundamental things that G/O media doesn’t seem to understand is that talented though the writers are/were, the community, despite kinja issues and the greying, also jumped in with great stuff AND THEY DO/DID IT FOR FREE.
This is off-topic but I’ve been meaning to ask:
I have a question: In that top photo, is that a framed David Hockney behind Su Lin? And was it there before she arrived, or did it just kind of magically appear? If she could conjure one for me I would agree to some kind of joint custody arrangement, maybe one weekend a month.
Didn’t 500 Days also used to inevitably devolve into a daily free-associative Open Thread? That I used to like. People posting pet and baby photos, car buying advice, travel plans, lots of interesting topics.
Oh, not at all, but to be honest I’ve been feeling a little under the weather but I hope my strength will return by Saturday. I love open threads like this (travel insights) so I will jump in then.
The funny thing is it never seems particularly interesting when you’re experiencing it. I’ll give you another example.
Charles was born in 1948 so the only Nazis he presumably met were his paternal relatives, and I doubt he took any of them out, although I bet he had a swagger stick.
Oh, I’ve never heard of the pelvic clock but I just googled and I think that’s what the massage therapist taught me a quarter of a century ago.
I wrote a long pierogi-related reply but my internet conked out (thank you, Spectrum Cable, for which we pay over $200 a month, we have several TVs, not my choice, believe me) but the gist of it was that a midwestern friend’s grandmother invited me into her kitchen and we made pierogis together.
I get back spasms every so often and here’s what I do.
Not exactly. But I, 40 years later, am haunted by the fact that a grandmother I didn’t like very much when she was alive was sponsoring and sheltering child victims of the Holocaust.
I would just like to add that almost every cuisine in the world that I know of has a recipe where you take something, dough or grape leaves or a vegetable or whatever, and stuff it with something. I never make my own own ravioli or dumplings (Hungarian, Russian, Chinese) or pupusas, so I salute you for pulling this…
What do you think happened to those kids’ parents and siblings and other relatives still stuck in Europe at the time?
My maternal grandmother’s house and here’s why.
I’m glad somebody enjoys them. My husband has gotten a little tired of these stories.
I am stuck in the past, I’m sure, but I can’t imagine strange kids in costume roaming Britain and receiving a warm welcome and candy for their efforts.
I completely agree. When the NYC subway fails me (this seems to happen less and less recently, thank you Andy Byford, and go fuck yourself Andrew Cuomo) I find myself figuratively climbing the walls of the station or the subway car.