On The Masters, As An Augusta Townie
This reads like an Anne Rivers Siddons book.
Telling that the only Black people we saw in this story were disembodied hand serving beer.
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On The Scourge Of Pour-Over Coffee
@chevyvan YES!! I don't even drink coffee but I am addicted to my local coffee place's cold brew iced coffee (Kahwa Coffee! Holla!). Why is it so good?
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On The Scourge Of Pour-Over Coffee
@bocadelperro This may be the most nauseatingly WC comment thread I have ever read. "Confused as to what was meant by local" is super-Portlandia.
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On Throwing Muses, Live on Tour
Have any of you read Kristin Hersh's memoir, Ratgirl? It's a really good read.
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On Dressing Up My Boyfriend As Marc Anthony In His Terrible Kohl's Clothes
1. WTF goes on in Nevada City? It seems like one of those weird places out West I drove through on my Epic Road Trip. I would imagine a lot of weed smoking/growing, but what else?
2. Marc Anthony is like a real-deal Puerto Rican singer. I have a friend that's PR and she is way into him. I was suprised to learn this. He sings traditional stuff, not cheesy soft radio music,
3. This story was so funny.
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On Why Yoga Can Be So Irritating (Although You Should Go Anyway!)
Can this be re-titled "Why the West Coast Can Be So Irritating." I had a pretty hard-core yoga practice in NYC (Jivamukti, The Shala, Dharma Mittra [if you must know]) and none of this shit happened in my classes.
As for chive crotch, you were at the Oregon Country Faire. Duh.
*I consider myself uniquely qualified to comment on this post bc I left Brooklyn for a teeny hippie village amongst the redwoods in Norcal (where hitchhiking was still a valid means of transpo and people would blast Jefferson Airplane in the grocery store. The only thing to do in the town was see the Gratful Dead cover band once a week. I had spun out old hippie lady ask me about the resposnibilities associated w. being the eyes of the world.) I hightailed it back to Brooklyn after Norcal hippie reality hit me.
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On How'd You Get There, Dancer Audrey Ellis?
I too grew up on a corn farm in Upstate NY (Wayne County, holla!). It's so badass to see somebody using their family's farm in such an innovative way.