September 2011
10 posts
An Increasingly Desperate Conversation With My...
(photo via woodpaneledshoes)
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Hey! How are you doing? I see you all the time but we don’t talk nearly enough. We should get some coffee and catch up. Oh, right, coffee, sensitive subject. I know, I’m sorry. - But really, I want to talk. I’ve been feeling bad. I know I haven’t treated you very well. I’ve tried, but it’s just…I really like ketchup. Yes, and...
A Look Back At When Fall Out Boy Was My Favorite...
When I was in college, for awhile at least, my favorite band was Fall Out Boy. I wouldn’t have admitted it to you then, because they were too mainstream, or poseurish, or something, for any twenty-something self-respecting forward-thinking rabble-rousing (why not?) college student to love. But I loved their music. Girls and the way they treated me or I treated them seemed like the most...
Oregon Manifest September Diary: Ziba x Signal →
I wrote another entry for our ongoing Oregon Manifest diary on Core77. Click through to read our parting thoughts. The bike is almost done, and will be shown off this weekend.
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“What sort of life do I live where I spend my time debating the merits of DeAndre Jordan as compared to Nick Collison? I should be outside, here.”
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“Every time you come up here you get all profound about the natural beauty. But you’re not Thoreau, no matter how much you want to be. You’re not even trying.”
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“I have so much information available to me,...
HE PUT A RING ON IT: Important advice for being...
From the dawn of Facebook, relationship status has been a topic of ridicule and angst. Cynical opinions range from “LOL TMI” to “Who gives a flying fuck?” Should things go horribly wrong, people utilizing such status to show off their loving relationship risk having difficulty breaking things off “officially” on Facebook, often letting such status’ linger...
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