Monthly Archives: June 2013

Lazy Sunday

Here’s a quick round up of things to read for you on this, my favorite day of the week.

  • All who wander aren’t lost, and this new magazine takes specific aim at exact place by dedicating each issue to exploring a very small area. This time, it’s a street in Berlin.
  • Stealing koi is a thing now.
  • How to help make traffic less bad by positioning your car slightly differently.
  • Remember that you are lucky, not special, and that you should take pains to help those less fortunate.
  • A disco producer’s disappearance.
  • Here lies an illustrated history of fake dinosaurs, which is a lot longer than you might think possible.
  • You actually have no idea what you will do when bad things happen. This is a brave story about domestic violence and recovery in the New York Times.
  • This is patently insane. Did you remember this? I didn’t. How did I not know about people living in a biodome cult?
  • Pashto, the tongue of Afghanistan, has a specific word for the pride women feel that their lover is a good warrior. I learned about watan by reading this long article about the tradition of oral poetry by women.
  • Salvador Dali + Alice in Wonderland = ?

The Phountain Of Youth

I got fewer than half correct on this “Guess Which Pharrell is Older” quiz. It’s impossible for me to believe he’s 40. Or 30. It seems unlikely that he looks exactly the same right now as he did when I became aware of him in middle school without the aid of some dark and terrifying sorcery.

You Should Know How to Do This: Being in a Wedding Party

It’s summer (or, more accurately, “a weekend from March through October”), so everyone and their brother is getting married. If you’re 19-35, you likely have at least three scheduled throughout the season. If you’re 19-35 and a Southerner, you’re…well, you’re probably not reading a blog because you’re at a wedding right now.

This is me as a bridesmaid, age 19.

This is me as a bridesmaid, age 19.

I’m not going to write a post about how to be a wedding guest, because if you DON’T know how to do that, you’re probably also the person writing the insane comments about how Obama is a reptilian alien sent to destroy us at the bottom of Slate articles.

If you’re actually a monster, here’s how you do it: you RSVP according to their wishes and on time. You bring a date or your children if your written invitation specifically says that your others (significant or otherwise) are invited but you don’t ask if you can otherwise, and you certainly do just wing it. You send them a gift from their registry or to the charity they’ve named or you give them cash to avoid anything like this. You show up on time to their wedding and you do not make a spectacle of yourself or complain at any time. THAT IS IT. You just arrive, act polite, send a gift, and then go home. If your girlfriend has to stay home, you can dance with available flower girls and aunties and everyone will think you’re sweet and you’ll have fun anyway. If you can’t afford to get a sitter, you can’t afford to go to the wedding. If you think everything on the registry is tacky, maybe reevaluate who your friends are because maybe they’re gonna stay tacky.

But I digress.

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Happy Hour: Bombshell Blonde

I super dig this can.

I super dig this can.

I do love a good dive bar after work on Friday. The Tattooed Moose is 2 blocks from my office, has a sandwich called “the Thanksgiving Leftover” and proffers several dozen beers.

The Bombshell Blonde is a Southern Star American Blond Ale and runs you about $3.50 a can. It’s rich and creamy, and has this great bread-y taste. It’s a little maltier than your average ABA, but it went well with the duck club sandwich I had. I won’t say it’s the best blond ale I’ve ever had, but it was well above average and affordable. I recommend.

What are you drinking to welcome the weekend?

The Freakin’ Weekend

This is technically from last weekend, but…

So what are your plans? I’m going to watch the Anna Nicole Smith movie for sure, drinking Andre and contemplating Emma Watson with some friends, checking out the American Caravan market, and going on a long run. Tell me what you’re planning to do!

210 Tips for Summer 2013

Gout and mystery religions, sure, but why didn’t blueberry mojitos make the cut?

Deathcab for Draper

Does there even exist crossover viewership of these two things outside of me and perhaps one other person?

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One guy I know loves The O.C. but won’t watch Mad Men because “nothing happens.” Another loves Sterling Cooper Draper Price but just can’t with Marissa Cooper. A third won’t watch anyone because “no one actually is like that in real life.” I would argue: 1. Stuff totally happens on Mad Men. KEN GOT SHOT IN THE EYE. 2. No one can with Mischa Barton. 3. People are often exactly like that in real life.

Also, I would like to posit that Don is actually more Julie than Ryan. Can I get an “amen”?

Also, I’d like to hear the Vegas odds for Megan Draper getting murdered by the Manson family to a soundtrack of Hide and Seek.

(via Vulture)