'Til the Money Runs Out
Since moving to London, I’ve been a good little consumer. Turns out I spent most of my money on food and booze. Such is the life of a fat person/alcoholic/modern-day Falstaff. Here’s where the money has gone to: Aladdin/Brick Lane Spice House: There are a lot of cheap little Indian (or Bangladeshi) food restaurants up and down Brick Lane. Stopping in there for lunch really breaks up...
It's a beautiful day in London
I never, ever want to go home, because I haven’t got one anymore.
I can already tell this 12 Steps gimmick is starting to wear thin. Here’s Part 2 anyway. Step 5: Admit to God, to ourselves, and to another human being the exact nature of our wrongs. Check, check, and check, assuming God and at least one other person reads my Tumblr. Step 6: Be entirely ready to have God remove all these defects of character. Milan. This great cathedral overwhelms the...
An Interesting Insight Into the Editorial Process
This might be really obnoxious and unprofessional, but no one reads my tumblr so it’s okay. What I wrote: What they published: What I wrote: What they published: I guess I should get a better sense of the magazine’s audience. Note: Kristal Glam Club does not actually have chandeliers made of lasers; such a thing does not exist, as far as I know.
This Week In Maura
Yes, I meant for the title to sound sexual. Monday: It was a beautiful Spring day in South Kensington, so I decided to go for a walk before my four-hour Shakespeare seminar. I went down to Brompton Road, where all the chic boutiques are, past the old Michelin tire factory, with its pretty blue and white tile and stained glass and open windows bursting with flowers and plants. I sat at Cafe Milan...
I Have Been To Beautiful Places
On Wednesday, 16 February, I fell asleep in London and woke up in Barcelona. Sun-starved, dazed, stepping out onto the bright tarmac, I thought: this is what that guy from that book must have felt like when he came out of that cave. My friends and I took a bus from the airport, past the bullfighting stadium and the Arc de Triomf, past the fountains and Noucentista statues at Plaça de...
Please—a little less love, and a little more common decency.– Kurt Vonnegut
Cultural Adventures: Crazy Cock
sushiandwine: Read More I’m too lazy to finish my second Stockholm post right now, not to mention I have actual schoolwork to do, so for all two of you who read this, please check out this post by my friend Connie. It details our four-hour Balkan feast-a-thon at a Bulgarian restaurant with the sublime, ridiculous name Crazy Cock.
Part I Djurgården—photo courtesy Dan Stockholm, the most populous city in Scandinavia, consists of a cluster of islands off the southern coast of the massive wang that is Sweden. Like the people that live there, it is icy and beautiful and strange and hip. It is part medieval, part modern, and nautical-themed. So, to begin our Nordic adventure, Ryanair dropped us in a frozen forest and...
A partial and totally biased review of some London...
We are young! We run green! Keep our teeth nice and clean! And we go out to pubs and clubs! Here is an assessment of some of the ones I’ve been to. (I apologize in advance for the tone and style of this post, but I’ve been reading a lot of women’s magazines lately.) Tiger Tiger: Located in my least favorite section of the city, by Picadilly Circus, this flashy nightclub attracts...
It's what Darwin would have wanted
Today I went to the Natural History Museum. Most of its exhibitions consist of taxidermied animals in glass cases and dinosaur bones suspended on wires, but it also features a section called “Human Biology,” which can be more accurately described as a “meme factory.” It has a lot of pictures that are meant to terrify children into learning: The above photo is from...
Hold Tight London
This blogging stuff is hard. Normally when I word vomit onto a page I at least get mediocre grades in return; now I do it just for funsies. My first week in London was rife with typical wine-mouthed college ridiculousness: sweaty club pictures on Facebook, too-wide smiles, public humiliation. It all looked sort of like this: Note my general pallor and flyaway hair, indicative of vitamin...
Baby Britain feels the best.
Hello, Internet! This is my obligatory study abroad brag-blog. Here I will contribute to the horrific glut of information that grows like a cancer on the interwebs by detailing to you my fabulous adventures abroad! As the inimitable Fergie Ferg once said, “London! London! London!” That is where I am. I arrived here on Sunday as a Virgin Atlantic plane sharted out a hundred...