Easter Eggs

My local co-op has just started carrying these beautiful eggs laid by heritage chicken breeds. Aren't the colors gorgeous? The yolks are even more amazing-- the yolk might be bright yellow or gold or deep orange, depending on the kind of chicken that made it. I let my kid pick out which color eggs he wants to eat, then we crack each egg into a different ramekin and compare the colors of the yolks to the colors of the shell.

The first time he selected blue eggs for breakfast, he was upset when I served him his plate (scrambled, with toast on the side). "Not those eggs. I want the blue ones," he insisted. He had expected that the eggs would be blue on the inside since they were blue on the outside. Not yellow. We've since achieved some compromise: he claims these are different than regular eggs, and is happy to tell me we're having Easter eggs for breakfast.

What's next after Twitter?

A few weeks ago, I wrote a piece for the Huffington Post about why I'm not on Facebook. At the moment, I'm also not on Twitter. The video below covers what's next after Twitter... so I've decided that Flutter is my next move. I'll definitely join Flutter.

The Wiki Breakup

We all selectively edit the story of our breakups... and courtesy of Slate V, here's a genius video on what it would look like if both sides could edit the story of a breakup. Simultaneously.

Food Allergy Deaths: Less Common Than You Think

I have a new piece on food allergies up on the Huffington Post today. Check it out:

The number of deaths from food allergies, as collected from 2.5 million death certificates across the country, is miniscule. Only eleven people died from food allergies in 2005, the last year for which we have data available. More people died from lawnmower accidents.

Today in the NYT: The Interview Suit

Today's Times has a fun article about the return of the Interview Suit. I enjoyed it because I was doing a writing exercise with my students the other day about emotions, and I was writing about being nervous. My nervous moment came at a job interview when I was 16, sitting in a corporate waiting room wearing my first suit. It was a horrible suit. My shoes were worse.

The guy sitting across from me, who was about 21 and newly graduated from college, was also there for a first-job interview. On the way into the building, a pigeon had crapped on his suit. He kept dabbing at the spot with a wad of paper towels while we waited. The paper towels left a trail of white residue on his shoulder. The receptionist called his name, he looked at me and grimaced. "At least it'll give me something to talk about with the interviewer," he said. He headed into the interview like he was going to his own execution.

To this day, I live in fear of being crapped on by a pigeon on my way to an important event.

The Return of the Interview Suit
By ERIC WILSON
Published: November 13, 2008
Pants or skirts? Opinions vary, but all agree on a more formal look for these sobering times.

Election rewards

My polling location is quite near the Reading Terminal Market, so I stopped in and visited the Flying Monkey Patisserie to buy an "I Voted Today" treat.

Their other "election conversation cupcakes" read "McCain? Seriously?" and "Sarah Scares Me."

Victory is sweet. Yum.

Palin Spending Spree

Here's a photo of Sarah Palin in a supermarket in Alaska sometime in June 2008. I'm not surprised that the RNC spent $150,000 on new clothes for her... she needed it!

Pink is not a power color, Governor. Sorry.