I just realized I've been walking around for the past month incorrectly telling everyone that I'm going to the Burlington FOOD and WINE festival. Whatever. Food, wine--wine, food. It's really all the same in the end. There was wine. There was food. There was me cutting cheese (which is why ...

  Hi Dad, I'm glad we got to talk yesterday. I hope our walk didn't give you any psychogenic fevers or muscle soreness, but, if it did, take your own advice: look at your muscle (or the skin over your muscle) and say, "Yeah, it hurts. So what?" It's never failed me. ...

I don't like restaurants. Admittedly, there is some degree of food snobbery at work in this dynamic but, I swear it's not only because I'm pompous enough to believe I can make it better (or at least healthier). For example, there is the small fact that I have absolutely no ...