Our Domiciles, Ourselves
Home is where the heart is. Or Lena Horne’s forks.
Portraits by Other Means
A collection of 21 issues
Feel the Burn
My doctor says I should exercise three to four times per week. He told me walking to the subway doesn’t count (neither does walking home from it).
The Things They Married
Marriage seems cool. Sometimes it works, sometimes it doesn’t. A wise friend once gave me some advice: always do a background check.
Hobby Lobby
I’ve gone through many hobbies in my short life: poetry, whittling, hot-gluing. But none can really hold my interest like internet navigation.
Best Friends
Right before I left for college, my dad told me I only needed two friends. He was wrong. I now have seven, and it’s pretty great. Among them are an old man who emails me life advice and a janitor I met in Egypt.
Our Previous Careers
Life is a river, man, you never know where it’s going to take you.
Tattoo You and Me
I recently got my first tattoo. It was very exciting.
Tweeting Into Oblivion
The internet can be a really fun cocktail party or a hall of horrors, full of people saying things you don’t want to hear. There’s always at least one day a month when I wish I didn’t know how to use it. Regardless, we can’t go back in time, so we must cope.
Trials, Triumphs, and What They Wore
I received my first ticket from the fashion police—my aunt Katie—at age five for wearing a red shirt with a pink skirt.
Our Better Halves
Dogs can be used to advance political careers, to bring life to sitcoms, to discover theorems. And that’s just the beginning.