It just so happens I’ve stumbled across a few tidbits that appeal to my geeky side recently. I know lots of people like to say
This week I annihilate my unfinished tasks I call it the Un-Albumed Photo Problem. In households around the world, shoved at the back of some
I’ve just got back from New York. Somehow I managed to sleep 8 1/2 hours on the plane. Which is so weird given I don’t
I mentioned yesterday my love affair with The New Yorker. I equally love The New York Times. Especially the columnists. My friend Kersti was saying
I saw, I left, I’m still reeling. This weekend, I parted with more than two hours of my existence and $5 to see the SATC2
In February I started studying to become a health counsellor with the Institute of Integrative Nutrition in New York, via correspondence. Name someone big in
This week I eat mindfully Now here’s a thought: what if all those folk who take photos of their every meal and post them on
I’ve just started a book. As in, writing one. I’m not quite sure how this came about. But as with most thing in my life,
You go on holidays. You come home. You have 2937498237 emails in your inbox. Your heart sinks. True? The funny thing about this, though, is
So, I’m here in New York. And it’s bloody hot. I woke at 5:30 am in a sweat and ran around Central Park. I’m staying