In the past couple of days I have: almost left an earring at an airport ExpressSpa, run through SFO to retrieve it, attended with my daughter a class on seizures, reviewed radiographic images of a human brain suffering from pork parasites – also with my daughter, seen Dallas Buyer’s Club in the theater (terrible writing, […]
Am I serious? Privilege? Yes. At least when I'm not joking. While privilege can teach you what color shoes to wear with navy blue, nothing beats the privilege of being alive. So let's talk style, in the context of culture. Let's focus on the over-50. For more, please go here. Or you can reach me at my email: firstname.lastname@example.org. That's the name I wanted to be called when I was 16. Ah. 16....