A Bird In The Hand...

Last fall, you might recall, Rachel killed a dove and then Lauren buried it in the backyard. Well I for one would like to publicly thank Lauren for doing such a crappy job at digging its grave because on Monday, as I was clearing the dead leaves off the flower beds for spring planting, I wound up with a fully intact bird spine in my hand.

I thought about turning it into a necklace and jump starting a new career on Etsy...death and animals have had good runs at Urban Outfitters and Chelsea in the past year. But I quickly decided that would be crass, not to mention totally passé, and tossed it in with the rest of the leaves and debris.

This move to get "back to the land" was inspired by the astute observations of the New York Times which tapped into my budding desire to feel like a part of my generation. Afterwards, I sold all of my rock records and walked over to the Bedford Cheese shop to buy artisinal ricotta with the money. Boy do I regret that decision!

The Sunday Styles section is inane.