why am I not in france?

"In Paris, Pierre Hermé's extensive macaron selection includes a chocolate-and-foie-gras flavor, shimmering with gold leaf."

new policy

I refuse to look anything up that has fewer than 10,000 hits on google. that would be you, infectious disease homework. seriously, "missoni blackberry sleeve" has more hits than you do, and missoni blackberry sleeves do not even exist (trust me, I have performed a thorough search).

fyi do not buy scope white

our new mouthwash makes me want to barf.

small luxuries

lucky charms and 1% milk.

I am getting mad

the cable guy had not heard of mad men so I explained that it was a really good show and that he should probably watch it because it is really helping inform the huge mid-century craze going on right now but somehow he did not seem to care. "I would be happy to put a note on your account that you would like mad men," he offered. on probing, however, he confessed that no one was likely to read the notes on my cable file. so I asked him how high up the org chart I should go with my concerns and he suggested I start with the call center day manager tomorrow during business hours, but I do not think that don draper would start with the call center day manager. so I guess the only remaining question is whether I call the emergency 24/7 media contact number or wait until tomorrow to give the ceo a ring.

p.s. ceo, don would not approve of that suit.

draperless

what kind of backward cable company does not broadcast mad men? I am incensed.

I wonder what don draper would do if he was unable to watch one of his favourite programs on television? not sure, but I'll bet it would involve a supremely confident phone call, a glass of rye and a finely tailored suit.

modern luddite

I refuse to understand twitter.

diy mila

the extent of mila's craftiness had until now extended no further than the occasional sharpie doodle on my lunchtime ziplocks (rotation-specific doodles, of course. I am on infectious diseases at present, and so today's sketch was a smiley face with a speech bubble asking if he was contagious. my coworkers are naturally jealous). well not to be outdone by the nauseating diy brides who blog about their nauseating diy weddings ("I am a graphic designer so I designed our invites and btw my brother happens to own a letterpress so he offered to print them all for me and also my bff is annie leibowitz so she is shooting the wedding. oh and I sewed my wedding dress") mila decided to take on a project of her own.

having not been able to find any flats to change into after a day of wedding heels, diy flats were the plan. well not really diy flats, mila is not a cobbler you know, but she had some unworn patent leather ballet shoes that she thought would do well with some pomo bedazzling. so we headed to michaels to join the walmart and mcdonalds demographic in a search for a glue gun. long story short mila made some wedding flats and they are actually kind of great.

moral of the story? if mila gets two pairs of wedding shoes, I guess I should too. hello ferragamo!

work blog

old people playing wii bowling so jealous

great day so far

just installed a killer new dimmer in the salon and found a carton of whipping cream in the fridge.

btw mila the living room is now known as the salon. I am not yet sure if it will be the english or the french pronunciation.

p.s. we are out of whipping cream.

waitermeister

you know how german seems to have a word for so many things that have no english equivalent? I wonder if there is a term for "visceral longing to quit residency and wait tables at alinea."

denim the menace

to the lady on the elevator in the ankle-length denim dress: was a denim jacket really the best choice? really?

flash sale, my own apartment edition

just as we were beginning to see the end of the never-ending quest to furnish our apartment, mila goes and sells our coffee table on kijiji. honestly, you turn your back for one second and a table disappears. unbelievable.