Random things from the interwebz

Thanks to graduate school and a full-time job, most weeks I don't have time to sit down and write more than one post. Two if I'm lucky. I used to write way more than that, and I really miss it. My old job was far less demanding, but now I get home and am so mentally exhausted that I just can't fathom looking at a computer screen for even another minute. But just because I'm not writing doesn't mean I do't have an influx of ideas and stories I want to share. So, just like the rest of the blogosphere (yes, I know I'm not reinventing the wheel here), I'm going to start up a sort of best of this week's internet finds sort of post. It's not going to be every week and it's not always going to always be Friday, just whenever I have enough random links gathered up and feel like sharing them with the you all. So, here we have it. Happy Friday all!

I don't claim to know anything about high fashion, but what the hell was Marc Jacobs wearing at the Met Gala last week? A black, long sleeve lace dress over white boxers with diamond studded pilgram shoes? Nothing like being surrounded by 'yes men;' when you're rich enough, no one will tell you that you look like a crazed homeless person.


I don't find this study to be true at all.

I have never felt more relief that after reading this article. For most of 2010 I suffered from chronic idiopathic urticaria, otherwise known as constant hives brought on by nothing in particular, all over my legs, stomach, and back. I spent the whole summer in and out of dermatologists and allergists offices only to have been poked and prodded by tests and retests to find out that the doctors couldn't find a cause. Their answer? Some people just get hives for no reason. In a fit of itch-enduced rage I think I actually said "fuck you" to the doctor and walked out. About four months later the hives gradually went away, but I never did figure out what caused them to appear, stick around, nor disappear. I didn't believe the men with advanced medical degrees, but I do believe the New York Times. So, thanks NYT. I felt like my doctors had just given up, but seeing it in print made it feel like a real answer.


Anyone who read the famed Born to Run knows who Caballo Blanco is. The man, the myth, the legend, whose real name is Micah True, died last week from, what the autopsy concluded to be, heart disease. He was a 58 year old man (whose biggest vice in life was "vanilla ice cream"), and on a daily basis ran double digit miles for fun, and organized one of the world's most famous ultramarathons. If he died of heart disease, what hope do the rest of us have? Should we just give up our healthy-ish ways and fully digress to eating Krispy Kremes and nachos like it's our job?

Speaking of vices...take a look at this...

click here to go to the interactive graphic for recipes

...and tell me that you don't want to meet me afterwork for a drink on some rooftop patio somewhere. I'll have a Paloma followed by an el Diablo and maybe a French 75. Yum.