December 2010
1 post
http://www.etsy.com/shop/thebeersoapcompany?ref=pr_... →
I have mixed feelings about this. First reaction, obviously, at the word “beer” was “Ooh, beer!”. This was followed, after a few seconds of processing, by the realization that all the things that I love about beer and I love about soap, of which there are many, would not necessarily blend well in cleansing whole. Soap is supposed to make me stop smelling like beer. This is...
November 2010
2 posts
Forced Priority: To All My Tall Ladies Out There →
forcedpriority:
To all my tall ladies: always own it. Never wear things to fit into a specific range of perceived attraction by the opposite (or the same) sex. Wear things that make you look and feel fucking awesome.
Impress a guy with your confidence and your [bitchin’] sense of style.
If you have to conform…
FP is my hero and will catch me whenever I start to tip over because I am...
October 2010
2 posts
melancholy notes: Untranslatable words... →
melancholynotes:
Toska
Russian – Vladmir Nabokov describes it best: “No single word in English renders all the shades of toska. At its deepest and most painful, it is a sensation of great spiritual anguish, often without any specific cause. At less morbid levels it is a dull ache of the soul, a longing with…
September 2010
2 posts
July 2010
4 posts
June 2010
6 posts
I did this last summer with moderate success, so,...
- Sit on various porches and drink beer (I’ve already gotten a pretty healthy start on this one.)
- Related: Finally manage to climb out on the balcony-like thing outside my window (and not die.)
- Go to a beach somewhere, swim during the day, walk along it at night (cliches exist for a reason.)
- Go to New Orleans and see some blond chick (I just bought tickets, so this sure as hell...
A shout out to my boy, J.W.
This may be an odd way to start posting again, but with all the John Waters hype going around for his new book, I realize more everyday what a truly delightful person he is. I think I first fell in love with Mr. Waters, really, when I was about nine and my grandparents were staying with me while my parents were away for the week. They rented “Serial Mom” for us all to watch, I guess...
April 2010
3 posts
“Each time he took a walk, he felt as though he were leaving himself behind, and...”
– Paul Auster on Identity and Urban Spaces | A Piece of Monologue. Excerpt from City of Glass. (via mlarson) (via austinkleon)
Tis walking season, and I am infinitely happier for it.
March 2010
19 posts
Back in the early college days, myself,...
theneilshow:
We’d say “What a wonderful day for a tea party”. I don’t remember how that came about, but that statement sure invokes different emotions if you say it these days.
This reminds me of an elaborate system a good friend and I had for pointing out hot dudes. The spotter would ask “What time is the sausagefest?”. The other would reply “I’m not sure, what do...
“A certain light was beginning to dawn dimly within her—the light which,...”
– Kate Chopin, The Awakening
Tuesday
When one door closes, another PBR hoodie opens.
Desperately Seeking Tacos →
sarahluz:
1. Super Taco
That’s all you need to know.
Pica’s pretty good, not great.
It’s basically an abomination against god that I haven’t yet been to Taqueria Distrito Federal, though.
Taqueria Distrito Federal is all it’s cracked up to be, and by my house. You have no excuse not to go with me.
February 2010
11 posts
Certain days hint at the existence of some sort of...
Benevolent or otherwise.
My mother recently accused me of being an adult...
I offer this evidence to the contrary.
Yesterday: I’ve been working offsite for a little over a month and I realized yesterday, on my own, the the button I’ve been thinking was the mute button this whole time is actually the speaker phone button (which does nothing when I’m listening in the headset). This mean that on all those conference calls in the last month or so (2-4 a...
I am going to judge all of your books by their... →
This nifty site lets you visualize any tumblr by the pictures it has posted.