There’s something strangely comforting about jello. Setting the kettle on to boil, and emptying that artificially-colored-and-flavored packet of dust into the bowl; carefully measuring the water, an… more →
thunderstorms highly likelymagda wrote 2 weeks ago: There’s something strangely comforting about jello. Setting the kettle on to boil, and emptying tha … more →
magda wrote 1 month ago: Coming home from work tonight, I was somewhat distressed to learn, at the currency exchange desk at … more →
magda wrote 3 months ago: I got off at the airport tonight. I don’t know what it was, really, but the conductor said “Reagan … more →
magda wrote 3 months ago: A bit ago, I received in the mail a completely unsolicited $25 gift card from West Elm. No strings … more →
magda wrote 4 months ago: Otherwise titled, Your Brain Age is 73, or, Maybe I Should Just Stick to Shopping. I was introduced … more →
magda wrote 5 months ago: It’s like I’ve become a different person recently. I’ve been exhausted and up tremendously late—but … more →
magda wrote 5 months ago: June is a volatile month in these parts. It’s caught up in that transition from the calm of spring … more →
magda wrote 6 months ago: Because I’m such an insane little rule-follower, one of the very first things I did on moving to Vir … more →
magda wrote 6 months ago: A lot of things change, I’ve noticed, as time passes, and as you move from one phase of life to the … more →
magda wrote 6 months ago: (That actually has nothing to do with this post, the usefulness of addicts to apparent research stud … more →
magda wrote 6 months ago: It’s amazing what you hear when you stop to listen. Take an evening cruise down a Georgetown sidewa … more →
magda wrote 6 months ago: (Title lifted shamelessly from Heidi, whose fiancé used the above-term to reference the film we saw … more →
magda wrote 7 months ago: But in case of Armageddon, come to my place; I’ve got a lot of beer. You’d think, coming from my ser … more →
magda wrote 7 months ago: I can go days with nothing interesting happening, then wham, like a whirlwind, everything picks up. … more →
magda wrote 7 months ago: Playing tourist on Saturday morning, I trekked up to Arlington Cemetery—for living here, I swear, I … more →
magda wrote 7 months ago: “Nothing is ever lost,” my mom is fond of saying, though I usually find these words easi … more →
magda wrote 7 months ago: It’s a very grey and wet day, and I wear a turtleneck to mask the massive sunburn that seems ridicul … more →
magda wrote 8 months ago: It’s easy to hate on the tourists that descend on this capital city when the weather is right, when … more →
magda wrote 8 months ago: I bought daffodils this weekend. Real, live daffodils. Flown from Ireland, their tag said, but I d … more →