Ben and I took Lara to the mountains this weekend, where we rented a lakefront house with a good friend from college and his fiancee.
“You are entitled to one 15 kg bag each,” said the lady. “But this bag is 30 kg. The charge for the extra weight would be $450."
Ester: Hello! Ready to talk twee? Adam: Ready to talk TWEENS. Ester: They’re so adorable! They got me thinking about chemistry onscreen and which directors do a good job of capturing it. Unfortunately I couldn't think of a single instance where Wes Anderson has done so. But maybe I'm forgetting something?
Adam: And also like, trying to be good to each other. A lot of the conflict in this movie arises from how hard it is for the two of them to do right by each other.
Brokers and bedbugs are not unique to cities, but they are native to them, and inescapable. They are invasive parts of the eco-system, specifically the most vulnerable, personal part of it: your home. Neither can be ignored; neither, after you meet one, forgotten.
Carrie Bradshaw may well secretly fear she will end up a bag lady. Miranda and the others, probably, not so much. So, ladies, I asked, are you a Carrie/Schwarzbaum?
Some gadgets are useful in making baby-rearing easier, more pleasant, less messy. Which are worth your money?
Subsidizing the hobbies of our friends and family members is one of the things that separate us from the animals. Raccoons do not shell out cash for covers and a two-drink minimum to support other raccoons as they try out wobbly stand-up routines in rooms that haven’t seen natural light since 1978.
Would you pay more than $5 to see Titanic for the first time, or does the ticket price go down because this is a repeat viewing?
I have reached that stage of my life where I've begun to attend the birthday parties of children produced by friends. "What do you buy for a baby?" I asked myself as I looked at the invitation inviting me to a one-year-old's party.
NOTE: Adam and Ester saw The Dark Knight Rises together over the weekend, and then Adam saw it AGAIN on Tuesday, in IMAX. Because research.
Just the fact that this movie is not offensively stupid, and that it actually surprises you and makes you laugh at points, is such an accomplishment. Because a hundred billion people would have gone to see it anyway.
My first real apartment in the city, which I shared with my then-boyfriend, now-husband Mr. Ben, was a 350-square-foot studio in Brooklyn Heights. That would hold just half an adult elephant.