The last time I felt calm was a few weeks ago while reading William Finnegan's "Barbarian Days," a surfing memoir that helped me escape the day to day pressures of the moment by traveling back through his vagabond days as a surf gypsy in the 60s and 70s. Highly recommended if you need a breath of vicarious fresh air. We're knee-deep in the Los Angeles housing market these days - submitting offers, and counter offers, scouring listings and touring the city. The highs and lows are tremendous and warrant a post of their own. But in the interest of distraction:
I pre-ordered Molly Yeh's cookbook earlier this summer and was thrilled to receive it last week.
A nice piece of high school athletes finding a way to voice their socio-political voices.
Jack O'Lanterns and the Myth of the Devil's Fury
On why rose is the ingredient that will cure all your skin ills
How to buy everything in Mindy Lahiri's apartment
Glad to know I'm not the only person who thinks the word fiancé is the absolute worst
"Overheard in LA" founder unmasked but still hilarious
The best cheese at Trader Joe's - my favorite "Unexpectedly Good Cheddar" is not even on here
fifteen seconds on the floor is fine, but one second on your counter might be too long
Pixie dust and how "purified water" may actually be fast food liquids robbed of all value