i have always had a somewhat tenuous relationship with fire. when i was in argentina i did a homestay and my housemom, MonMons (real name monica, insisted that “everything you put into your body is trash” which, in her defense, was true) had one of those gas stoves that you have to light with an actual match. i don’t know if any of you have spent any time on this blog but like the absolute LAST thing i would put in baby!mollyhall’s hands is GASOLINE and MATCHES. i was terrifi

this isn't really a "story" so much as a "PSA about email safety." when i was in undergrad i wrote my thesis on translations of shakespeare's hamlet in spain. but in order to do that i needed to actually, you know, get my hands on some of those translations, which were like... hundreds of years old. you can't really download an epub of the 1772 de la cruz. trust me, i tried. i was like, "yo amazon, what do you have with regard to like 18th-century hamlet translations?" amazon

learn your lessons well: you are not more powerful than hallucinogens. so ambien can be a really good drug for people with bad insomnia. but when my doctor prescribed it to me, she looked me dead in the eyeballs and said, “take this when you are ready to sleep. keep it on your bedside table. when you are in bed, lights off, ready to go, take one of these pills. don’t take one of these pills at any other time.” i was like, “yo, doc, recreational drug use is just not really on

there is almost nothing i wouldn't do for good food. have i ever told you all about the time my roommate B almost killed a guy about his Super Special B-Only Jam? it was when we were living in argentina, and B was actually not living with me but with this guy we will call hamilton and another guy named……..uh, something. i forget his name, but i know that in high school he was in a screamer band. i think they may have had a song on the radio once, or almost had a song on the r