Middle School Dance Party
For those times N*Sync comes on my shuffle, and then I want a whole middle school playlist. As in that just happened to me.
Monthly Archives: July 2012
This Is Another Post About The Olympics (Sort Of)
And just for Gemma, the image is a lovely portrait of an Olympian almost-ping ponger (okay, it’s lawn tennis, but whatever). I’ve been home for a week now. Well, I’ve […]
This is a Post About the Olympics
You are not an Olympic athlete (or if you are: Hey! I’m so happy you’re reading this blog! Congratulations on your tremendous achievement! Unless you play ping-pong. Seriously, that’s like […]
This Week in Marriage
“I’ll tell you why you need marriage,” she told her. “Because it makes it harder for the other person to leave.” I’m proud of Jessica Bennett for being honest about […]
Woody Allen on The Talks
Mr. Allen, do you truly believe that happiness in life is impossible? This is my perspective and has always been my perspective on life. I have a very grim, pessimistic […]
Letters of the Century: 1900 – 1909
Recently, when traveling in the wilds of Maryland, I bought a book called Letters of the Century. It is, as you can imagine, a collection of letters people wrote to […]
On Dicking Around
Wanna talk about madness? Because everybody who’s anybody is beside themselves these days. Artists I know just live to answer un-serious conversation starters (“How are you, Paul?”) with dramatic, world-ending […]
If I were to…
Clockwise, starting from the top: Ray-Ban Clubmasters ($145), Smiths’ Tank ($20), Levi’s 501 Original Fit Jeans, ($78), Dr. Martens Wasp Weston Boots ($130), Leather Jacket from Justice’s collaboration with Surface to Air […]
In Parts or Whole?
There seems to be an important sociological element missing from this study, but it’s still interesting to think about this. How do we remember the people we look at?
Where is home and how do we wreck it?
He came on easy, the first one. At the time, I would’ve said: like something romantic and most likely cliché—a sunset, waking up in the morning on your own, a […]
