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Author Archives: Kate
The UAE is a country of contrasts. Souks and Supermalls. Camel Markets and Ferrari World. Desert and Skiing. Jon was working at NYU Abu Dhabi and I was along for the holiday ride.
The stars aligned last weekend. 2 separate ideas coming together to shape the inevitable future.
If you work in an office you will know that there is literally nothing more exciting than a co-worker returning from a holiday with chocolate.
It was a busy afternoon in the office, and we were in need of a moment of calm. That’s when Jon sent me the gif of a cat jumping off a bed into a beanbag.
I recently went to the dermatologist about what turned out to be a perfectly ordinary freckle. She tool out a lens, and looked closely at every inch of my skin, making notes on a clip board before deciding that I … Continue reading
I’m just going to tell it to you straight. I love my cape. I love to sweep around the city like fashion batman. I like to wear it as often as possible.
My grandma is a big fan of the afternoon movie. She has stacks of videos arranged by the television. A treasure trove of old favorites – Singing in the Rain, Oklahoma, Annie, Some Like It Hot, Calamity Jane. All fabulous, … Continue reading
“I was covering a golf party at the Playboy Mansion,” said Rhett, casually. Rhett is a sketch writer, and son of infinitely awesome parents, naming-wise. He’d been interning at a paper in LA, he said, and had been sent out … Continue reading
“I can’t come out after the rehearsal,” said Kathleen. “I promised my friend I’d see her Belly Dancing. It’s her first ever show.”
I recently started writing for a sketch comedy team at the Pit in NYC. We write late, and rehearse later. Consequently, I’m staggering home at 11pm, lacking the energy to tackle any significant cooking, or indeed, any significant eating.