Wisconsin, Suckas

Since I started this blog, I went to Hawaii



and then Seattle



and now...



Wisconsin.

A quick descent from tropical paradise and crunchy-granola urban cool to midwestern cheese-and-hunting cultural void? Nay, I tell you. From Door County's fresh cherries to hiking in Devil's Lake, Wisconsin is our oft-overlooked northern neighbor, much as Canada is to the U.S, or as Alaska is to...Canada. Or something.

So I'll be gone for the weekend, but in the meantime, be sure to head over tomorrow to Atul's blog, Things I've Noticed, for this week's Roundtable discussion.

If you're bored without me, as you undoubtedly will be, you can always check out Slate's daily photography exhibit, with themes ranging from Tokyo to Fashion Week to motherhood.

And if you haven't been checking it out every day, you have to head over to Married to the Sea, the sister site to the equally funny Toothpaste for Dinner. They take an old illustration and add their own random, irreverant twist, such as this pre-email parallel:



Or this...um...cherub...spreading his love of fruit:



Hopefully I'll be out of my cheese coma sometime after Sunday to get back to my Chicago life of nightclubs, photo shoots and power lunches with Donald Trump and Charlie Trotter (which actually translates to Friends reruns, packed CTA trains and peanut butter and jelly sandwiches eaten at my desk while perusing Janet Jackson fan forums).

Enjoy!