March 16th, 2012 at 9:12AM
Shannon bought these cassia chunks, which we’ve been adding to the dry coffee grounds every morning.

Shannon bought these cassia chunks, which we’ve been adding to the dry coffee grounds every morning.

March 15th, 2012 at 2:16PM
But it’s not clear that this tells us anything about Romney’s character. Lying is what politicians do when the truth stands between them and their goals. — I enjoy Jonathan Chait a little more every day. From New York.
March 14th, 2012 at 3:28PM
Jen H——, Toddler Liaison — One more.
March 14th, 2012 at 3:25PM
Our graduates leave with a solid academic foundation, as well as the social and emotional skills needed to succeed in Kindergarten. — We’ve entered a new and terrifying phase of parenthood. And, I’m irritated to report, we’ve arrived here about 15 months after we apparently should have. I think we both assumed that everything was going to be easier outside of New York. But it turns out finding a preschool is just as hard on the west side of LA.
March 14th, 2012 at 1:18PM
I take issue with this! I’ve bought amazing non-pants items at Daffy’s, including several very well-made shirts and the nicest shoes I own, Italian bench-made chestnut wingtips. The brands are generally unknown here, but Daffy’s is an incredible resource for well-dressed, kind of uptight-looking dudes such as me. Daffy’s is one of the things I miss most about New York. Dumb but true. But yeah, the pants are great. Today I’m wearing some Incotex trousers I bought at Daffy’s a few years ago and they still look great. They’re serious pants. Pick some up if there are still any in stock, New Yorkers. putthison: Spotted: Incotex at Daffy’s For those of you in the Northeast, our friends over at Yellow Baggers (a blog that only covers menswear at the regional discount chain Daffy’s) are reporting that they’re getting in the one product that’s worth visiting Daffy’s for - Incotex trousers. 

I take issue with this! I’ve bought amazing non-pants items at Daffy’s, including several very well-made shirts and the nicest shoes I own, Italian bench-made chestnut wingtips. The brands are generally unknown here, but Daffy’s is an incredible resource for well-dressed, kind of uptight-looking dudes such as me. Daffy’s is one of the things I miss most about New York. Dumb but true.

But yeah, the pants are great. Today I’m wearing some Incotex trousers I bought at Daffy’s a few years ago and they still look great. They’re serious pants. Pick some up if there are still any in stock, New Yorkers.

putthison:

Spotted: Incotex at Daffy’s

For those of you in the Northeast, our friends over at Yellow Baggers (a blog that only covers menswear at the regional discount chain Daffy’s) are reporting that they’re getting in the one product that’s worth visiting Daffy’s for - Incotex trousers. 

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February 27th, 2012 at 11:07AM

Is it too late to start saying “twenty-duz”?

February 24th, 2012 at 7:33PM
Santa Monica Pier

Santa Monica Pier

January 23rd, 2012 at 4:23PM
Pictured: all of our worldly possessions, plus my parents. See you in California, worldly possessions! Gung hei fat choi!

Pictured: all of our worldly possessions, plus my parents. See you in California, worldly possessions!

Gung hei fat choi!

December 9th, 2011 at 3:01PM

Contacts day 2.

Couldn’t get them in after ten minutes of trying just now. Later. Also, this:

Me: “Would you still have married me if I looked like this?” (I.E. without glasses.)

Shannon: (Long pause.) “You know, I think I’m the wrong person to ask.”

WHAT DOES THAT MEAN.

December 8th, 2011 at 8:47PM
There are discs inside of my face! I’m seeing through my eyes right now without wearing glasses! I have contact lenses and they are touching my eyeballs! You guys, I am blinking SO MUCH. So weird SO WEIRD. I’ve worn glasses since second grade. They are basically my face. NOW I DON’T HAVE A FACE AND I KEEP POKING MYSELF IN THE BRIDGE OF MY NOSE. I have peripheral vision. What is this madness? Ahem. What happened is this: We had some money left in the medical flex spending account, so I bought a fancy pair of prescription sunglasses, as one does. We picked them up on Saturday, and on Sunday someone stole them from Isaac’s stroller in Prospect Park - with cold emotionless logic passing up the grubby sock and drained yogurt pouch. For whatever reason, I decided that that was the last straw and that it was time, after thirty years of glasses wearing, to streamline. So I went back to the optometrist this morning and then she put DISCS ON MY EYEBALLS. Then she made me do it twice, and an hour and a half later I had that down. And now I’ve done it again. Blinkblinkblinkblinkblinkblinkblinkblink. If you see me walking down the street, walk on by, because you’re not going to recognize me, because I no longer have a face.

There are discs inside of my face! I’m seeing through my eyes right now without wearing glasses! I have contact lenses and they are touching my eyeballs! You guys, I am blinking SO MUCH.

So weird SO WEIRD. I’ve worn glasses since second grade. They are basically my face. NOW I DON’T HAVE A FACE AND I KEEP POKING MYSELF IN THE BRIDGE OF MY NOSE.

I have peripheral vision. What is this madness?

Ahem. What happened is this: We had some money left in the medical flex spending account, so I bought a fancy pair of prescription sunglasses, as one does. We picked them up on Saturday, and on Sunday someone stole them from Isaac’s stroller in Prospect Park - with cold emotionless logic passing up the grubby sock and drained yogurt pouch. For whatever reason, I decided that that was the last straw and that it was time, after thirty years of glasses wearing, to streamline. So I went back to the optometrist this morning and then she put DISCS ON MY EYEBALLS. Then she made me do it twice, and an hour and a half later I had that down. And now I’ve done it again.

Blinkblinkblinkblinkblinkblinkblinkblink. If you see me walking down the street, walk on by, because you’re not going to recognize me, because I no longer have a face.

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