I hosted another Stone Soup. This soup tasted completely different from the last one, but was still very good, even though there were less people. In addition to the other ingredients people brought (farfalle, gemelli, santapasta, onion, carrots, mushrooms, tomatoes, artichoke hearts, asparagus), a group of people had pre-planned because they were clever and brought us various spices. Parsely. Sage. Rosemary. And Thyme.

    Seriously.

    In other news, I won the Washington Post's Style Invitational again last week, earning the grand prize of underwear. Eerily, the first time I won (which was conveniently the first time I entered), I also won a grand prize of underwear. Not that I'm complaining about winning, but why do I never win the cool prizes like taxidermied frog mariachi bands? Or at least some pants?

    Finally, last night I sat down atop the ridge of a couch to talk with some people and promptly fell over backwards. I remained in astronaut launch position (back on couch seat, legs up couch back and over with the soles of my shoes facing front) for about a minute before getting up and walking around to sit in a chair next to the people. They berated me for doing so, because apparently it is impolite to show the bottom of your feet to people in some cultures.

    I replied, "I thought it was an expression of trust to bare your sole to people."

    Apparently they just thought I was a heel. Well, time wounds all of us.