Sunday, August 15, 2010

Aerial pickling.

I finished my wonderful New York City internship, visited my aunt and uncle in upstate NY, then my friend Lauren in Atlanta, and now I'm in Western North Carolina with my grandparents. And when I'm with my grandma, we like to pickle. A lot.

Spiced pickled beets boiling with onions:


Okra pickles with hot pepper and garlic:



Peppers brining before becoming a peck of pickled peppers:


Dilly beans are green beans seasoned with dill sprigs, garlic, and red pepper flakes:


Wednesday, August 4, 2010

Catching up.


Story and photos from my trip to Haiti in May.

Monday, August 2, 2010

Listen to the picture.


From my Wonder Wheel cage.


Thrills.

Drops and slides.

Girl. And Cyclone.

Big tops.

Cirrus.

Ball.

Friday, July 30, 2010

Lessons, lately.

We visited the Good Housekeeping Research Institute (Think: Seal of approval on your best blender) and learned that there's a whole lot of testing and people with PhDs in chemistry that go on behind your dry, flaky back. Does your moisturizer claim to keep you soft for 24 hours? Well it damn well better or it ain't getting a sticker.

And then David Granger (Esquire editor) showed up for lunch at Good Housekeeping (the mags are in the Hearst building together). I imagined Esquire putting its large, awesome, feet up on the table and sipping a neat gin while GH wiped the table of any crumbs and smudges. I liked the contrast of editors.

One thing I'm learning this summer: It doesn't matter what magazine--a good editor shares similar skills with other good editors.

Also, I had a chance to see Michael Hastings (his Rolling Stone article catalyzed the firing of Gen. Stanley McChrystal) speak in a small (think: 12 people) lunch setting. He says journalism isn't dying. He said it. I believe it. I needed to hear that. Thank you. My favorite quote of his: "I didn't destroy his career. President Obama fired him."

Wednesday, July 28, 2010

Dosage.

I'm in the daily dose (daily dinosaur), but so is an embroidering of I can kill you with my brain.

Cool.

Also, check out my friend Allie's balloon zombie.

Tuesday, July 27, 2010

Rawr.

For free in Bryant Park (just give him a smile), a man twisted, squished, and tugged balloons into the shape of my choice: bronto-saurus-Rex.


But my dino smiled back. Not intimidating, dino. So I taught him a lesson in fierce face.