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Home(sick)

When I was younger, I used to love having my mother tuck me in. I would stall by whatever means necessary to keep her in my room longer before she turned out the light and returned to her station in front of the tv. The tighter the tuck, the better sleep I would have - or so I (maybe both of us) was/were convinced. I was devasted when I realized I had to graduate from the 'tuck' to the goodnight kiss.

I've been sick since last week and I want her to tuck me in. Normally the eight hours between us seems an okay distance - long enough for me to lead an independent life but close enough that I can go up for the weekend every few months. When I am sick or just feeling down, though, it seems like a never-ending abyss. At times like now, I am jealous of those who can jump in the car and get home before the CD starts repeating itself. I miss my mom's hug.

Too hot to handle?

Yesterday I had my first experience of Bikram yoga, and I think I am still recovering.

Film Review - The Stepford Wives

Even those who haven’t seen the original 1970s version of The Stepford Wives know the story already – or can guess the gist of it. Though I haven’t seen the original myself I can safely say that this version of the film falls a bit flat.

Exhibition Review - Nordic Cool: Hot Women Designers

Scandinavian design is ubiquitous in the U.S. – at least with the twentysomething crowd – through the ever-growing popularity of IKEA. Step into a friend’s apartment and you can probably recognize the table/futon/watering can immediately – or at least recognize its source.