Friend Zach sent this snapshot from Rio, and yorkrules got non-exclusive North American online rights to share it with you. Check out Zach’s blog for the latest on his globe-trotting, zig-zagging journey.
The earliest trees are beginning to turn now. After over thirty years of insipidly eternal So Cal summer, these seasonal transmutations continue to exhilirate.
The Funlands are transitioning, too. Our progress from decade-in-residence Angelenos to cookie-cutter post-academic bohemians in Portlandia shows in the many minor signs that define our lives.
For instance: our forks. Those acquired during our stay in L.A., along with the matching knives and spoons, came from the nearby Century City Crate and Barrel. Sleek, simple Postmodern cutlery, suitable for post-premiere dinner parties and food magazine photo shoots.
We lost one or two over the years, so after moving to Bridgetown, we discovered their replacements at the brew pub down the street (I love this town.) Old Army-issued utensils, designed for S.O.S. and now destined for organic neighborhood potluck bicycling block parties.
We’re changing. Fun.