Big Lots and the Poor-geoise
You know what? I want Big Lots furniture. That’s my new American dream. The sofa/love seat set; readjusted for the economy. But that’s okay.
One day.
3 days ago • 0 notesYou know what? I want Big Lots furniture. That’s my new American dream. The sofa/love seat set; readjusted for the economy. But that’s okay.
One day.
3 days ago • 0 notesThree hours post prostate surgery, dad’s making penis jokes. The hell did you expect?
Praise God.
4 days ago • 0 notesSo, the journey is close to being over. What started out as a crappy afternoon phone call while peach shopping at Whole Foods on Greene street, has now worked it’s self toward post-op at Shadyside hospital in Pittsburgh. My dad’s such a freaking trooper. The entire hospital experience is an odd thing to gestate, though. Lots of staff, in and out; introductions, suggestions, strong suggestions, signatures. The same old pomp and circumstance they’re used to on a daily basis. I have no clue how something so far from normal could become routine.
The idea of getting well is fascinating. Jesus asks in the new testament, “do you want to get well?” Of course we do. Guffaw, right? Honestly, what a ridiculous question. I guess it’s even more profound that at times, our desires and actions don’t reflect that. I know it’s high school level, but…
One last non-sequitor, we try so much to localize our inadequacies. We charge ourselves to get well, and to improve on where we fall short. It’s pretty cool that while we all have garbage and things we don’t desire within us, my dad’s has actually manifested itself into a physical form, and it’ll be gone. This physical mass, this alarmingly detrimental collection of cells-just as much apart of him as his lungs or heart- has been found, and it’ll be gone. Just like that. I’ve tried and prayed to be done with the things in my life i’d rather not carry. Some people carry theirs for a lifetime. Some people have it removed in a three-hour procedure.
Crazy, eh?
4 days ago • 0 notesI’m just gonna go ahead and announce that it’s perfectly fine to be in love with Abby Elliot from Saturday Night Live right now.

Still got it.
3 weeks ago • 28 notesThere’s never enough bicycle parking at the farmer’s market.
-Whine by @stephendalton
“Both teams come out of the same tunnel, and we were waiting for Michigan to go down [first],” Clark said. “They’re going rah-rah and making a lot of noise, running down the tunnel. We looked over and Joe and he’s jumping up and down, talking about, ‘Yeah, yeah.’
“I’m looking at him and I’m like, ‘OK, it’s time to play some football.’”
I can’t watch The Wire without the subtitles turned on…
-Whine by @vt_mruhlin
That is officially the whitest whine i’ve ever read. Not getting any better than that. Get your book deal and run.
1 month ago • 21 notesSPOILER ALERT- white whine coming.
Is EVERYBODY in south/park slope a freelance writer, freelance graphic designer, part time nanny or vintage shop employee??
How the hell do people do it?
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should anyone want to follow the twitters of the other dudes im goin’ to Colombia with, that be them. (clickable linkage here)
i bought luggage for the trip. its so weird! im actually going! jesus. awesome.
Isn’t this how ‘Turistas’ started? For the record- hell yeah, I watched it. Fantastic movie. Chagrined?

Here’s the new set from Europe 2009 number 2, Barcelona, Madrid and Paris. We’re
Itinerants.
http://www.flickr.com/photos/23864393@N07/sets/72157622208850652/

Sick air at the Contemporani De Barcelona

Eiffel Tower, Sunset.
Photo’s are copyrighted. So watch it, jerks.
2 months ago • 0 notes
“There’s lots of good fish in the sea…maybe…but the vast masses seem to be mackerel or herring, and if you’re not mackerel or herring yourself, you are likely to find very few good fish in the sea.”3 months ago • 95 notes
— D.H. Lawrence, Lady Chatterley’s Lover