I’ve been in MIA lately on the blog front due to a things like going to Hawaii, work, NBA Playoffs, more work, and then let’s just be honest: Instagram is totally the new blog/Facebook/Twitter/whatever, right? Right. Also: my kitchen ceiling fell in due to a fucking air conditioning malfunction, so there was that too. Luckily, during the trying time, the NBA Playoffs were just popping off, so we had that
Yep that’s pretty much how to do it. The couple behind Rogue Territory Denim and filmmaker Duncan Wolfe did a great job showing off just how romantic Paris can be and how stress-free getting married can be.
When I was 19, my friend John told me to read Prozac Nation. I loathed it so much that I called him up after I finished it and said, “I can’t take the whining. WHY DOES SHE WHINE AND MOPE SO MUCH?” To which he responded, “She’s DEPRESSED. HENCE THE TITLE.” After that, he never recommended any memoirs to me, much less ones chronicling downward spirals. So my interest was piqued when
I have been sick with bronchitis for the past week, which found me laying on the couch watching TERRIBLE holiday-themed romance movies on Lifetime. But whatever, sometimes you need something to take the edge of NyQuil and coughing fits. However, after enduring four hours of Lifetime’s choice movie selections (of which I spent most of it yelling at the TV about how unrealistic some all of the plot points were),
Thanksgiving was a much bigger deal in my family when we were kids growing up on the east coast: it was a mix of east meeting west in the best way possible. My mom would slave away in the kitchen making turkey, stuffing (which was actually fried rice), egg rolls, and pumpkin pie. Ever since they moved to LA though, my dad has taken over the culinary reins of this hallowed holiday under the guise that my mom deserves
Today is the first day this year that actually feels like fall to me–it rained in the morning and I woke up to find one of my dogs essentially pushing me off the bed. She’s kinda hoggish like that. But anyway, fall is my absolute favorite time of year. It’s not so cold that you’re like “Fuck this shit, I can’t feel my ass anymore!” and it’s not too hot when you feel lik
It is a truth universally acknowledged that if you want to watch a music video, you’re going to be watching it on your computer as opposed to MTV (or any of its many incarnations. Like MTV2 or MTV Locos or whatever). And I’m beginning to think that’s not a bad thing, because at least you can watch the video in its purest form without the curse words bleeped out or be relegated to the edited version.
This past week at work was ridiculous. And by ridiculous, I mean, ridiculously frustrating. I spent most of Thursday venting to Kenny (sorry Kenners) about how pissed off I was; and on Friday, he sent me this lovely list of 24 truths that he said, “felt relevant to you and your ornery personality.”
It’s been a few days since Steve Jobs passed away, and there’s been an outpouring of tributes to his genius at Apple stores, at Infinite Loop and online (my favorite though–and I would say this even if I didn’t know Gregory at all, is the Unplggd piece because I feel like Gregory did an amazing, sincere job of capturing exactly what Jobs’ greatest contribution to society was–and it