Yeah to Yeah! Burger

“Yeeaaaahhh!”
– Every CSI Miami episode ever

We are always up to include a new burger in our rotation but I’ll be honest, it takes quite a lot to impress us. We know from burgers, guys.

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And so let me, with that very humble intro, make you known to Yeah! Burger. Currently serving out of two pub locations, it’s a sort of pop-up-but-not-at-all sort of joint that makes some truly gorgeous meals. We have only every made it to the Star of Kings, near Kings Cross station which is a fabulous venue in it’s own right. It’s an eclectic mix of old new, Empire, and modern Britannic goodness. Victorian taxidermy and beat up leather sofas, modern lighting in one corner, antique mirrors in the other, and the fabulous, woody smell of a really good pub throughout.

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And as for the food!

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Bonus husband objectifying. 

I have loved everything we’ve ever eaten here, each burger is a delight. Piled with toppings and sauces, it’s nearly impossible to go wrong. However I give my very enthusiastic recommendation for the hombre fries, to which Jeff adds his furious cosign, and my favorite is the O.G. because I’ve never met an avocado I didn’t like.

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In fact, the first time we ate there we were so impressed that we went back a scant week later and took advantage of the sunlight by eating on their patio. Summer in London is a lovely piece of work, but you have definitely got to seize the Vitamin D when you can. We want to make it back again in the near future, hopefully while we still have daylight during sensible hours, but the way the weather’s been recently, no promises. About the outdoor eating, I mean, the eating itself is definitely happening.

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Well HI, there!

“How did it get so late so soon?”
― Dr. Seuss

Hi kittens! It has been quite a summer, almost entirely good but also occasionally overwhelmingly busy. Work has opened up with bigger projects and more opportunities than I could have imagined, but it has also meant long hours and bad stress in some instances (there has also been good stress, but that doesn’t bug me nearly as much as it generally means I’m learning). There has been a lot of travel…and yet I’m already itching for more.

In sort, I much to catch you up on.

I gave myself some time off this summer, but the season is winding down–it must be, it’s the last Bank Holiday of summer, it’s pouring rain, and the tree in the courtyard is threatening to change colors–and so it’s back to the blog! Posting resumes this week.

Tell me about your summer adventures, ducklings, I’ve missed our chats.

Emails With Friends: International Incident

“I’m just trying to stay awake. Last night was a stupid string of stupid decisions and as a result I didn’t really sleep.”
“That first sentence just screams for further details.”
“No, last night was actually boring and stupid. But let’s invent an alternate narrative involving helicopters, Versace dresses, and Vladimir Putin. And then, as a result, Greece collapsed.”
“I support this in it’s totality.”
– Katarina an C.

Friday Links

“This is my doctrine: Give every other human being every right you claim for yourself.”
― Robert G. Ingersoll, The Liberty of Man, Woman and Child

Long week, major milestones hit on all my projects, good friends in town from abroad, good news. Happy Friday!

Drafting this up as I read and watch the outcome of the Supreme Court ruling that marriage is marriage, whichever the partners. The last paragraph of the ruling in particular is making the rounds with good reason. As has been quoted, the arc of the moral universe bends towards justice.

Beautiful images of a horrific practice.

The email gods have heard us.

Into the Gloss’ “Top Shelfie” posts are always great but this one is almost painfully fabulous.

In other beauty news, the tyranny of disaster films must end.

Might need this.

Well…drat

 

Pitcairn has a fascinating (and troubled) history. It has now passed a law (which I’m in favor of, by the way) for its 48 residents that applies to none of them.

In case you were wondering.

To the library!

I have demanded this before, and I demand it again: how do people misplace this stuff?!

Emails With Friends: Natural Barriers

“And if I see one more person being like “buuuuut caitlyn jenner” I’m going to use this plastic knife as a shiv and end it.”
“One of the great benefits of the Atlantic Ocean is how much US news drowns in it on the way over.”
-Katarina and C. 

Not that it isn’t an important story, and I’m solidly on #TeamCaitlin…but I do like how much gets filtered.

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Friday Links

“On Friday night, I was reading my new book, but my brain got tired, so I decided to watch some television instead.”
― Stephen Chbosky

Another long, hard, but good week. Another set of weekly links for your delectation!

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Not sure if the grunts (chanting? Who knows?) is useful, but otherwise, relevant to my interests.

100% here for this!

Equally here for this!

There are so many novel possibilities in this story.

How bad are things really, and have you ever wanted to bow out?

My favorite beauty site wades into the Dolezal story and the results are pretty great.

Tumblr find of the week. (h/t Katarina)

I’m currently neck deep in Miss Fisher’s Murder Mysteries, so this is also highly relevant to my interests. What’s that? You aren’t watching it? GET EDUCATED.

We’ve hit some major milestones with student debt recently, but I still found this impactful.

Let’s call it what it is: terrorism.

Pretentious Thoughts on Turning 29

“The afternoon knows what the morning never suspected.”
― Robert Frost

Granted I’m still in my 20s and therefore probably hilariously unqualified to make this statement, but I have zero problems with getting older.

I turned 29 at the start of the month and got a few friendly jibes about nearly being 30, which is no problem because most of my friends and acquaintances are hilarious and the puns were on point. But also, I’ve always looked forward to my 30s. I don’t know why, it just always seemed like a pretty decent decade to me, where in experience would be had and **** would be figured out, as they say.

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I’m not sure of achieving the latter in any notable way, but I’m still pretty positive that my 30s will hold a lot of good things that I’m looking forward to. I live in one of the world’s most incredible cities with a husband I’m rather partial to, we’re on our way out of student debt, in jobs that will turn into careers which we also happen to really like. I am infinitely more confident now than I was a decade ago, no doubt a result of being more skilled and technically intelligent. Getting older has come with some pretty great by products–a university degree, a good partner, almost ludicrously varied life experience, work skills, writing opportunities, travel… What on earth is there to be upset over about that? Wrinkles? Please!

Call me vain, but getting older also hold no fears thus far physically. Sure, I’ve already got some lines around my eyes started and still need to exercise more, but hand on my heart I can say that I look a lot better at 29 that I ever did at 19! I’ve never been hugely body-conscious, but neither have I been radically body confident, and I’m convinced that puberty is decently crummy all around on self-esteem. At 19 I still had a ton of teenage plumpness and, as a short girl, curves that were still not sure where they wanted to end up. At 29, things have settled down, symmetrically and largely without further incident. My figure and I fit each other (and probably more importantly, I’ve learned how to dress it. “Finally!” shouts my BFF from New York City who tried but failed to teach me the basics of hair care and style as early teenagers). I’ve grown into my own face. Or, perhaps this is all in my head and at 29 I simply care far less about what other people think about my looks and personality. This too is a delightful possibility.

I do not for one second subscribe to the idea that high school are college are the “best years of your life,” even if you have good experiences with them. I do not want to go back to being smaller (emotionally speaking, height-wise nothing has changed), dumber, narrower, less experienced, less confident, or less capable. I’m annoyed by social pressures, normally physical and largely directed towards women and girls, that make me feel like I’m supposed to stop, or worse turn back, the clock in some way.

Moving forward, I’ll get more wrinkles and my hair will go gray–I hope in patches so I can channel Stacey London. Or Cruella de Ville, whichever. I will wear bright lipstick until they nail my coffin down. I will keep learning to do things that feel beyond me. I may go back to school. I may have a family, if Jeff is persuasive enough. I will definitely get a dog. I will go fabulous places, both with my pretty awesome husband and by myself. I will keep doing work that intimidates me. I will probably be bad at most of these things at some point, and life will still tick on because I will also probably be good at some of them too.

The term “aging” needs to go. It’s called “living.”