The kindest cutlery

But not the silver, or it gets the hose.

I finally dug my grandparents’ silverware out of a box in the garage, cleaned it and stuck it in the drawer with the rest of the knives, forks and spoons. I informed the roommates via email:

Quilty pleasures

Someone needs to iron before he photographs …

What seems like a billion years ago, I decided out of thin air that I was going to make a quilt. The quilt above, to be exact.

“We don’t want your blood.”

Among many other charitable ventures, our company participates in an annual blood drive in which employees are encouraged to roll up their sleeves and donate a pint. Well, except me.

“What do you mean the Red Cross won’t accept blood from gay guys?” my co-worker said incredulously the first time I told her.

Tuned out for a month

I haven’t turned on the TV at our house in about a month.

Review: “An Everlasting Meal”

I was excited to start reading An Everlasting Meal by Tamar Adler — it’s been compared to (and the author admits being inspired by) books by M.F.K. Fisher, whose The Art of Eating I reread every couple of years to stay inspired about cooking.

My first mistake was reading it on an airplane, nowhere near either grocery store or stove. As Adler described perfect, simple meals such as poached eggs drizzled with olive oil and topped with grated Parmesan, cracked black pepper and fresh herbs, I could feel myself growing hungrier and hungrier.

Something’s afoot

I’m realizing that I wear those shoes a lot.
Luckily, they stretch to fit comfortably around an ankle wrap.

So it’s time to confess how I really injured my foot: I fell down while trying to walk and talk at the same time.

Having a great time, wish you weren’t here

“It’s the #1 killer of joy on Hawaiian vacations.”

“It’s nice and everything, but our room looks out on the parking lot,” she said.

“Well, it’s not really a parking lot, right?” I replied. “It’s more like a porte-cochère, where you can unload and valet your car. Plus, how can you even see it through all of the tropical trees and plants?”

This wasn’t “not seeing the forest for the trees”; it was not even seeing the trees.

Hawaiian punch!

I was feeling a little Punchy that day.

We’ve been in Hawaii for like a day when someone starts giving me crap.

I feel like this describes half my friends.

WHAT SAM WORE: 12-28-11
The shirt: Long-sleeved cotton T-shirt from Hollister.
The pants: Slim straight jeans from Lucky Brand, Chandler Fashion Center.
The shoes: Custom All-Stars by Converse, a gift from Funny Michael.

5 things I know about: Aristotle

Aristotle, I hardly knew ye.

Awhile back, at some friends’ holiday party, I had the chance to see (but not meet) a guy who caught my eye. I put it aside for a while, then did what any ex-journalist would do in such a situation: research.