nick andersen
@nicktheandersen
writer, thinker, amateur cheesemonger. host of @pilotprincesstrash.bsky.social | senior producer for ministry of ideas | former npr, gbh, wbur, wxyc, dth.
real ones know that trina's starlite lounge is the best bar around (it me i'm real)
america has a fun shortage and it's important we talk about it (decline in third spaces, etc etc)
what if we kissed in front of the minotaur at the center of the catskill labyrinth
it’s for porch drinks, our open invite open bar cocktail party, every friday all summer. if you can read this, YOU are invited, too! @ me for the address (central cambridge, MA)
a professor tracked media employment in seattle a decade apart — and found that the relatively stable numbers were mostly related to gains in public media employment (summary via @markcoddington.bsky.social) www.tandfonline.com/doi/full/10....
if you had shown me this photo in high school as ‘this your life in 20 years’ i probably would be okay with it
brb melting after this lovely shoutout for @pilotprincesstrash.bsky.social
‘i just need to know there’s food around, for reasons’ — milo, menace
you know what y’all invited too — proper porch drinks starts tomorrow! @ me for address if you’re down to clown
thus far the most important use case of my new phone’s easy side camera button is taking quick sneak shots of one milo puss
if you can believe it i am going to buy more eggs today there are currently 130 eggs in our fridge but the desserts call for MORE and also the display eggs, i simply must do whatever 1983 nonsense this is right
my (rainy) brimfield antiques haul: two fiestaware plates, one primary color glass bowl, one foldable wooded theatre chair bench thing
to celebrate small business month the cheese shop asked for our favorite small businesses and a picture for some post and you best believe i sent a photo entirely unrelated to cheese and fully related to me looking good
pictured: a snoozling milo, desperately failing to cover his sleepy eyes from the rude harsh sun of 9:30 am
live the kind of life that has you and your neighbors actively texting about a floral tree in your shared yard that is JUST about to bloom