Hey, you. Last week feels like a lifetime ago. I … live in Amsterdam now. Every morning I make a fire. A fire! You heard me right! When we saw this apartment on FaceTime, I asked the broker if that was a fireplace?! I was looking at?! He answered, sheepishly that no, this was … a “woodbürner.” The idea, as a New Yorker, that these two concepts are separate, is hilarious to me. Turns out I love “woodbürners” as much as fireplaces. And past that, you know I love Manhattan. I truly do. But I also move to make a motion that every apartment in Manhattan / the world get a woodbürner, because lighting a fire in the morning makes me feel like the Jewish Laura Ingalls Wilder.
Bikes, zombie apocalypse planes, etc
Bikes, zombie apocalypse planes, etc
Bikes, zombie apocalypse planes, etc
Hey, you. Last week feels like a lifetime ago. I … live in Amsterdam now. Every morning I make a fire. A fire! You heard me right! When we saw this apartment on FaceTime, I asked the broker if that was a fireplace?! I was looking at?! He answered, sheepishly that no, this was … a “woodbürner.” The idea, as a New Yorker, that these two concepts are separate, is hilarious to me. Turns out I love “woodbürners” as much as fireplaces. And past that, you know I love Manhattan. I truly do. But I also move to make a motion that every apartment in Manhattan / the world get a woodbürner, because lighting a fire in the morning makes me feel like the Jewish Laura Ingalls Wilder.