my sweet new bike joins its brethren in our apartment’s living room, aka our bike zoo.
BETTER LATE THAN NEVER, amirite?
In my spare time, I make passive-aggressive propaganda to keep the kitchen clean.
Google Doodle on John James Audubon’s birthday!
RIP JJA Hare Squirrel etching that I always made the focus of my Cantor museum tours.
Pictured: Slav, post nutrition class. RAW KALE. IN A BAG. IN YOUR PURSE. ALL THE TIME.
Several friends, including myself, spend two hours a week in exchange for 1 unit staring at slides in abject horror about how shitty the USDA food pyramid is, how olive oil eaters live longer, and YOU AND EVERYONE YOU LOVE WILL DIE DUE TO POOR EATING CHOICES AND IT IS YOUR FAULT.
story of my life.
