Archive for April, 2008
We are whores for the internet.
Right now, as I type this, I am also chatting via IM with four other web editors from Hearst. This is noteworthy only because we are all currently resting in our hotel rooms. At the same hotel. In Kirkland, Washington. After two days and approximately eleventy million hours of meetings during which we talked about [...]
Read More..>>Venga prego lo visitano. Sono solo per i compagni boozy. Bellagio non è lo stesso senza di tutti voi. Risparmi me.*
I am once again in my favorite internet + vino cafe, Bellagio Point, drinking wine, eating free meat and cheese, and generally avoiding my traveling companions, who, while LOVELY (I mean, one is my mom — she rocks), do tend to talk incessantly and they’ve lived this long, so they’re going to talk as much [...]
Read More..>>Stupido una lista dall’Italia.
A two-hour delay while sitting in a lounge is FAR DIFFERENT than a two-hour delay while sitting on a plane. Especially when you have to pee. And then the stewardesses give you water. The fuck? The plane is not your bedroom. Somewhere between JFK and Greenland or wherever-the-hell we flew over, the majority of the [...]
Read More..>>Ciao, Bellagio!
The last time I was in Bellagio, it was 2004 and I took this picture of the quay across from our hotel. Now its four years later, Im at the only internet cafe in town, drinking wine and of course surfing the web and posting pictures because I CLEARLY CANNOT BE AWAY FROM TECHNOLOGY FOR [...]
Read More..>>The smallest liquor store in New York.
My mother is in New York. Yes, you should all be afraid. She’s in town with her friend Sue and the three of us are flying to Italy on Friday to meet up with some friends and our Canadian cousins for a little wine and George Clooney because we’re going to Bellagio and George is [...]
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