January was cold this year, so cold that I contemplated lighting myself on fire on more than one occasion. February hasn’t been much better. So hooray for this warm sexy explosion of a video, which my husband sent me today. I watched at my desk, over and over, as outside people struggled vainly against the icy winds of Times Square, falling to their knees and crying out for the mercy of a vengeful God.
You’ll want to paint your naked body gold and dance with sparklers. I will join you.
Published by Sally
I’m the deputy managing editor at strategy + business, a freelance editor at Belt, and the former web manager at The New Yorker. My writing and editing also has appeared in The New York Times, The Independent, the Observer, the Rumpus, the Cleveland Clinic Press, and Northern Ohio Live. Additionally, I was a founding team member of Maven, a healthcare app for women.
I live in Brooklyn with my husband, the musician and writer Mike Errico, and our daughter. Follow me @sally_errico.
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