I could still taste the runny yolks in the back of my throat as I walked along the red-brick sidewalk, my vision blurred slightly by the few persistent tears I couldn’t quite manage to suppress. The only thing Jeanine does worse than babysit is cook eggs. She definitely can’t cook eggs like Mom, who cooks […] Read More..
I may have grown up listening to David Alan Coe, but that don’t mean I can’t get myself edumacated. I had a little case of the Mondays going on today, but then I came home to find a letter in the mail from CSUN informing me that my thesis proposal has been accepted. Yay! Now […] Read More..
Yesterday I dropped off a friend down in Culver City around lunchtime, so I took advantage of the opportunity to scope out a ramen joint down on the west side. The ramen was delicious! I’d actually been hoping for a noodle shop where I might get some good soba, but I wasn’t seeing anything. Not […] Read More..
For the first few years of my life, my parents ran a pizzeria. After the divorce, Mom continued to run it herself for a while. Our babysitters, who were high school students, opted to call over to the pizzeria for our dinner as often as Mom would allow. The Brooklyn-style brick-oven pizzas Mom made, as […] Read More..
From: Jeff Waxman Date: May 10, 2007 1:27 PM Subject: Horror of Horrors. Ladies and Gentlemen, Every now and again, I find something on the Internet that defies explanation. It may inspire mirth, it may inspire terror. Today, I give you a link to just such an evocative article in the Times. It documents a […] Read More..
It’s like this: on February 19th, we’re all gonna die. Then we’ll wake up in pancake heaven. Seriously. Considering how many IHOPs there are in a 50 mile radius from my house, and how often the employees at each one change shifts, I’m set to leave my 24-pancake record in the dust. I’ll be sure […] Read More..