Sarah E. Moffett

…for this week.
1. Trying to read Proust’s Swann’s Way
2. Trial
3. Miley Cyrus being inescapable
4. Congress.  I can’t explain it more specifically, they just annoy me.  Alot.
5. Wearing hosiery (anytime, but particularly due to skirt suits in winter)
6. Bad shiraz
7. Parking behind a mini cooper that takes up two full spots on H street
8. The very large man […]

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Kinky Friedman. If you read his most recent column for Texas Monthly, Smoke Gets in Your Eyes, he would be your hero too. That is, of course, if you stumbled across him after having just finished another trial, were struggling with writer’s block, were being “haunted by the waters” of Norman Maclean’s masterpiece A River […]

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When I was writing, it was necessary for me to read after I had written. If you kept thinking about it, you would lose the thing that you were writing before you could go on with it the next day. It was necessary to get exercise, to be tired in the body, and it was […]

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The Flu.
After a Saturday night with the girls spent taking on the pasta bowls of Filemeno and the bourbon list at Old Glory, we were riding high, we were drinking bourbon, we were on our way.
Two days later, we were down. Two of us to the to the flu, one to tonsillitis, and one to […]

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Here’s a list of favorite “love stories.” And seeing as I find most love stories redundant, sappy, and ridiculous, this list is a not for the dime store paperback novel lovers of the world.
End of the Affair, by Graham Greene. See love, see love hurt, see love die, see love torment.
Wuthering Heights, by Emily Bronte. […]

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Me.
Living in Washington, D.C. means three things. One, your relatives think you are nuts. Two, everyone knows someone. And three, politics. The third component is a bit problematic for me, as I have taken to despising politics after two collegiate summers doing my best not to be the brunt of all Monica Lewinsky related jokes.
Regardless […]

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Ever seen the equivalent of creative rocket science? Me either, until I saw the genius of Peter Callesen. Behold a few favorites.

For more Peter Callesen, go here.
*Callesen came to my attention via an e-mail chain describing these pictures as entries for an art contest at Washington’s very own Hirshborn Museum and Sculpture Garden. The rule […]

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