Tag Archives: Harold
Stranger Than
A headline this morning made me realize that I’m literally unable to tell truth from fiction anymore. This started when some friends blogged about a bacon sundae at Burger King and I didn’t know if they were kidding or serious. … Continue reading
Kansas City
I was excited when Harold suggested a last-minute trip to Kansas City. Partly because I love when scheduled, steady Harold wants to do something spontaneous. (I don’t know how manic pixie dream girls do it. I’m quirkily restless all the … Continue reading
The Lasting Value of Educational Games
Harold and I arrive in Kansas City, where recent heavy rains have closed one of the main roads. Harold mumbles something about the highway being practically the Missouri River, after several days of rain. “Should we try to ford the … Continue reading
Foam Swords, Game Players, and Barbecue
Eric holds an end-of-summer barbecue called MeatFest, although that’s more and more inaccurately named every year. It’s still festive, I mean, but now that the group is not so much a mob of starving 20-year-old guys, there’s less meat and … Continue reading
Facebook Timeline
Harold: What does it mean when someone pokes you on Facebook? Meg: That it’s 2005?
Winston, The Facebook Butler
Yesterday at Dreamit day, when Winston was described as an audio assistant to present stories from social networks like Facebook, I picked up my phone to play games until the presentation was over. I could not have been less interested. … Continue reading
Alternative Vegan
So I’m trying to add more vegetables into my diet, and trying to eat less* processed food, and generally edit my unhealthy habits, for a healthier life. Without doing anything crazy like cutting out coffee or booze, of course. Vegetarian … Continue reading
Making Fun Of Southerners, Part 497,862
“… and he goes around crying poverty with a Christmas ham under his arm!” Harold finishes the story he’s telling to Roy and me at a Bed-Stuy coffeeshop. “That’s such a Southern phrase,” I say, because really, who says things … Continue reading
When I Go Out With Artists
A little while ago, Harold and I caught the train out to Madison to go to the opening of a Drew University show including Kate‘s work. I am so proud of Katie, for all the time and work she’s put … Continue reading
