Dorian Hargrove 4:30 p.m., June 24
Diary of a Diva
Thoughts and pulse race in Trader Joe’s parking lot
“See how this part is orange? That’s supposed to be red. I’m looking to find a guy who paints cars, with airbrushes, because I want to get these airbrushed back to the red that they were when I bought them.”
"We’re not just going to look at the penguins. We’re going to meet a penguin."
My sister Jane was along to spend time with me and properly watch after her progeny, lest I drop one of them into the shark-petting pool or something.
In the distance we could see our ride, a giant dirigible designed to look like a cucumber.
A path of rose petals led us to the waiting area. Fresh croissants and an assortment of pastries and colorful cookies, along with porcelain teapots, cucumbers, and red roses were spread out on tiny wooden ...
I like raccoons
I felt my face flush with heat when across the table I heard these names pronounced correctly, with perfect French accents: “Al-bare Kam-oo” and “Mare-so.”
The side of the island where the only store closes at 6 pm.
At first, David was dejected, and I wasn’t much help. “If we were going to go for fun, I probably would have opted to stay on the fun side of the island,” I said.
The old implications of “not owning a TV” are as obsolete as VHS tapes
The guy with the beard further demonstrated his grace: “So, tell us about you,” he said to the girl, politely indicating it would be nice if she talked about what she did, rather than what she did not.
There’re no electrical outlets in the woods
While driving, there is absolutely no expectation in any corner of my mind that I should or could be doing anything else but enjoying the ride. And there are no electrical outlets in the woods.
"My business card is a book."
Judgment gets a bad rap. This is understandable, seeing as the term sounds so much like the closely related “judgmental,” which is used to describe someone who is overly critical, even disapproving.
Disgusted with Richard Cheese’s audience
David decided to dress in the lounge spirit, in an ensemble I referred to as “the afterparty” look: a tuxedo with the bowtie untied and hanging from his neck.
Laptop charger fouls the bed — what to do?
Katie works full-time at an office job and prefers to spend her weekends hiking, building motorcycles, or simply chilling at home, sans pants.
Barbarella reports from Snohomish, Washington