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A couple years ago, three of my bikes were stolen in one shebang. Yep. three. One was my beloved bright orange Felt cruiser named Claire.
“Support your friends. Don’t ask for free stuff. Pay for it. Attend their shows. Be the first to buy their products and promote their ideas.”
I Go Back to May 1937 (Sharon Olds) I see them standing at the formal gates of their colleges, I see my father strolling out
I recently saw The Big Short, a story about hubristic lunatics who sailed their yachts through the blood, sweat, and tears of fellow human beings,
The Thin Man is New Year’s Eve for me. Cocktails flowing, a jazz backdrop. Random run-ins, mystery, frivolity. Prohibition-era New York City. Black and white.
Jen and I sat alongside the water and sipped beer with Danes who didn’t notice the whipping wind. Good beer and blankets make Danish weather
This story that has nothing to do with Harold the Ballerina and everything to do with Harold the Ballerina. Hang tight with me here, people.
I hate catalogs. Waste of paper. Anytime I get them, I opt out. But when it comes to L.L. Bean catalogs, your opt-ins last forever.
I can’t take it. Not one more senseless act of violence, not one more. Somali-British poet Warsan Shire is right. Where does it hurt? Everywhere.
More than 13,000 people gave $71,145 as part of the Cards Against Humanity Black Friday sale. In exchange, they got nothing. Most people gave $5.
This post isn’t about Barterhouse Bourbon. Oh no. It’s about Black Friday charitable giving. Just a little seasonal bait and switch. You’re welcome in advance.
Photos of penguins in sweaters kill me. Not literally. Though if an Emperor fell on me, it might do some damage. They weigh 80 pounds
This is the eternal struggle. My eternal struggle. For real. I call it the Contradictory Delusion Highway, and it’s a no fun place to drive.
I visually capture the moment almost never. And yet sometimes I take a mind-blowing Florissant rainbow picture and I confuse the hell out of myself.
This seal photobomb photo makes me laugh every time I see it, yet I can’t tell you how many people have grunted, sniffed, or shrugged
Three Septembers ago I walked the Way of St. James from Pontorson to Mont St Michel. Don’t be too impressed — it’s maybe six miles.
Robert Herrick – Gather ye rosebuds while ye may, Old Time is still a-flying; And this same flower that smiles today Tomorrow will be dying.
(at St. Mary’s) – may the tide that is entering even now the lip of our understanding carry you out beyond the face of fear
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