June 2011
58 posts
Mainely
What’s up with Maine? Why they gotta be so “nice”? That’s all you hear about that state. It’s “nice”. People vacation up there because “Oh well Charles says it’s just so nice this time of year!”
Never have I heard of a kid in Maine taking a gun to school and blowing brains all over nap time. Politicians in Maine don’t Tweet their...
stock photomg
So part of my new job requires putting together marketing materials and looking through a ton of stock photos. Most of the pictures are pretty boring so that they will fit a bunch of needs. A girl smiling in front of coworkers. Some kids waving. Fans cheering from the stands. But every now and then I come across a picture that makes me wonder What in the fuck? Who would use this? Then I email it...
Anonymous Note
thesportscycle:
At the radio station where I work , we keep a notebook in the booth for our DJs. This is a notebook where they can write notes, draw pictures, relay pertinent information to other DJs, or share interesting experiences. From time to time out of of boredom I’ll sift through the notebook, and while its usually drivel, today I ran across a gem. A DJ who did not leave his or her name...
One Book - Non-fiction →
thenewinquiry:
We vote for Just Kids by the incomparable Patti Smith.
tetw:
The Shortlist
After a second round of nominations, the five finalists in Tumblr’s One Book - Non-fiction poll are:
Just Kids by Patti Smith The Chronology of Water by Lidia Yuknavitch Slouching Toward Bethlehem by Joan Didion Outliers by Malcolm Gladwell In The Garden of Beasts by Erik Larson
To choose a winner,...
42 States in 84 Days
I am nothing if not for an obsessive collector.
I have at one point in my life collected POGS, Beanie Babies, Star Wars Pepsi cans, bottle caps, shot glasses, newspapers, colorful plastic size tags on clothes hangers, basketball cards, comics, records and the quarters of the 50 states. Now, I’m interested in collecting places.
Thanks to Google Analytics, I can see exactly where you and...
5 tags
#mydadgetsnocall because
It’s tough to be a dad. Or so I thought.
Today is Father’s Day. A day when you contact your dad and tell him thanks. That’s really all that’s required. One day in the year to give credit to one half of the team that made sure you grew up to be a decent piece of shit.
On the day designed to give something to someone who has given so much to us, a disturbing trend...
