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Entries Tagged as 'drop offs'

bike 'stache

January 8th, 2010 · 1 Comment · drop offs, handmade goodies, hanging out

There’s nothing like being in one of the world’s largest cities, back near friends and the only family that lives stateside…and being confined to a bed because you’re burning up with a fever. Exciting, right? Actually, even for a domestic homebody like myself, it really wasn’t. Multitasking was out of the question; as was getting [...]

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breaking away

July 9th, 2009 · 4 Comments · drop offs, hats, style

Still spinning on this tdf high, it’s all I can do to wait for the weekend where a tdf brunch is planned. I’m secretly [okay, not so secretly anymore] scheming. Brioche from Bouchon Bakery or Balthazar? Or should it be a croissant? Coffee or an Americano from Abraco? I’m torn. But one thing I’m certain [...]

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surprisingly exclusive

June 6th, 2009 · 3 Comments · bike shops, drop offs, handmade goodies, hats

I’m not going to lie, I secretly love owning exclusive things. The earrings I got in a small store in a stylish Tokyo neighborhood, the bracelets I never take off, and the tiny track frameset I now proudly own. Sure, other short people own the same Dolan, but none in Boston, and none have doused [...]

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adorkable

June 1st, 2009 · 4 Comments · cambridge bicycle, drop offs, general stuff

My first boyfriend was a computer science major [yes, I started dating in college]. He was clean cut, played Ultimate Frisbee, and was his high school’s valedictorian. He also watched Star Trek and loved video games. He didn’t totally look it, but he was kind of a dork. I thought he was the most adorable [...]

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fabricated crises

May 31st, 2009 · 2 Comments · cambridge bicycle, drop offs, handmade goodies, hats

1.57am. That’s when I finished. Not like that’s unusually late these days. Between rides, blogs, and scheming, late nights are becoming part of the whole routine. A dizzying one that has me nearly falling asleep as I brush my teeth and having small fits of existential crises over gchat. All while some part of me [...]

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gage & desoto

May 19th, 2009 · 3 Comments · drop offs, handmade goodies, hanging out, style

I love “Zoolander.” Maybe that’s why designers scare me. Okay, not really. Designers have always been sort of intimidating. I have this image of them as being self-absorbed and a little crazy. A slightly socially awkward drama queen whose erratic behavior is only forgiven due to the ability to create, cut, and sew beautiful things [...]

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[briefly] living the dream

April 3rd, 2009 · 1 Comment · drop offs, handmade goodies, hats

Despite both of my classes having been canceled today, I rolled out of bed at the usual time. Granted, I can’t sleep past 8am on any day, anyway, but I was sort of excited to get up and pick my way across a floor littered with fabric, tailor’s chalk, and some random pins [ouch!]. I [...]

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bosox fever

January 10th, 2009 · 4 Comments · drop offs, handmade goodies

Good thing I’m not a Bosox fan. I’m not sure I can take the intensity of it all; and despite the fact that I barely manage to get dressed every day (i.e., that I’ve completely let myself go), I can’t/won’t wear the Bosox hat and t-shirt combo. Particularly if the former is pink. I know [...]

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epic drop-off

January 8th, 2009 · 6 Comments · drop offs, sales

Some things are worth working for. And some things are worth waiting for. And still other things are worth braving the wind and being reduced to walking your bike along the bike lane on the Mass Ave bridge because you just can’t stay on the damn thing while the wind rips half your hair out [...]

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embracing the 80s

August 4th, 2008 · No Comments · drop offs

Everyone has something they denounce in public but are secretly proud of or own. Like popped collars and pink polos; the ones “your friend” has and you would never wear in Boston because it emits a beacon of douchery, but somehow it finds its way into your suitcase on a daytrip to the Cape. Yeah, [...]

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