February 2012
14 posts
Expectations
At least when I moved to Spain, I expected everything to be radically different. It was another country, after all. I knew, going in, that I would need to show my passport. I knew that I would need to speak their language and live by their rules. I knew that I would need to forget everything I knew.
Moving to Miami was much harder, in retrospect. In fact, I often think about how much more at ease...
Story Time
I’m at my favorite coffe place in Dade County.
I’m approached by two people.
“Excuse me, do you mind taking a picture of us?”
I’ve got time today. Just drinking coffee and sending some work-related emails.Â
“Sure.”
Of course, it’s 2012. No one owns a camera anymore. Luckily, I’m an expert on handling an iPhone.
I handle it like a pro. Tap...
Rock Is the New Jazz. Sorry, Rock. →
Accurate, scary and depressing.
The Surprising Story Of A Super Bowl Snack →
npr:
This Super Bowl Sunday, millions of Americans will watch the game with bowls of corn-based snacks at their side. Whether you prefer Doritos, Cheetos, or even Funyons, you owe the pleasure of that crunchy munchy to the humble corn curl that started it all: the Frito.
This week, our friends at Smithsonian’s Food & Think blog trace the origins of the Frito back to entrepreneur C.E....
