There’s no denying it: I was born for school. Chemistry? Fire up that bunson burner and hand over the fire pants, Mr. Konig. I’m ready to mix and mingle (some soluble liquids, that is). Art History? I’m all over those frescoes like white on rice. C’mon, you can’t really think I know about stigmata from … Continue reading Head of the Class
It’s no secret that my hero in blogging (and in life) is Michael K over at Dlisted. I honestly don’t know how I would make sense of this sick sad world we live in without his searing commentary at least thrice daily. Not convinced? Take a look at his read on the KStew-is-a-harlot situation and … Continue reading Now Presenting… the Miss Festivus Awards
Big ups to my main squeeze/roommate Snaggery, who has taken the art of eating on the cheap and made it his bizznatch. Cooking in the Goreinberg household has been challenging lately. We’re not sure if it was Yahweh or the German spies camped out upstairs, but our apartment is cursed with the Plagues of Egypt. … Continue reading Snagofuku Noodle Bar
It’s a travesty that beer has become the douchenozzle’s hobby of choice. Seriously though, I went to a tasting at Flying Dog’s brewery in Maryland recently, and a couple of shmeeblers on our tour brought a BABY. Newsflash: Babies are the biggest buzzkill to ever emerge from a uterus. Here I am trying to enjoy … Continue reading Hoppy Times!
One downside of being willfully unemployed is that it makes the whole “expensive taste” thing hard to maintain. If diamonds are a girl’s best friend, then just call me Josie Grossy and sign me up for MeetUp. The list of luxuries I have shelved pending my post-MBA world domination could fill an entire roll of … Continue reading The road more poorly traveled
Hear Ye, Hear Ye! Only 18 days remain until the Feinbergs make their annual pilgrimage to the place that got ROBBED by Walt “I heart Adolf” Disney for the title of Happiest Place on Earth: Long Beach Island. If you haven’t already heard, LBI is where every single one of the most pleasant activities on … Continue reading Beach Bongo Fiesta
When I say that Chief Justice John Roberts is the last man on earth upon whom I ever expected to bestow Wayne and Garth’s highest accolade, I mean it. The guy grins like a pedo in the changing room at your local public pool and has the politics of a puritanical nutso who got chryogenically … Continue reading John Roberts: Shawwinnggg!