New Yorker, New Yorker
Ben just sent me a link to all the Eustace Tilley contest entries. Pretty good idea to have them on Flickr so everyone can see them easily! The winner of the newly redesigned New Yorker Magazine mascot will be announced this Monday.
Tumblr Friends Gossip Round-Up
oats: Who ate psychedelic mushrooms last Friday night? Who cartwheeled down a mountain on his snowboard in Colorado last weekend? Who is working on writing a children’s book? Who is making custom corsets for media darlings? Who recently remembered 40 straight random English words in a monumental feat of memorization? Nick, just wanted you to know that I still remember the words. I...
Tom Brady is handsome
While at the gym today I decided to distract myself from my workout by watching ESPN. To be honest I didn’t originally plan on watching ESPN, the scenario went something more like this: me watching The View, me casually glancing at the TV of the guy on my right, me seeing Tom Brady, me flipping through channels until my screen matched the screen of said guy on right. Low and behold,...
Calling someone fat doesn’t make you any skinner. Calling someone stupid...– - Mean Girls (My response to this post and why I think publicly judging/humiliating someone (anyone, really) is unconstructive and proves nothing. If you think someone is wasting your time, shaming them for it is not going to get your wasted time back.)
YOU ARE INSANE. I respect that.– Justin after telling me he cancelled a photo shoot this weekend due to the cold weather and then seeing THIS
When I knew I wouldn’t be seeing Ricky for a few days I used to take these photos of myself and spell out “Hi Ricky” somewhere in the picture. I guess it was a effort to remind him of me while he was away. This was one of them
et moi, et moi, et moi
When I was twelve years old my parents asked my brother, Jesse, and me if we would be interested in having a French exchange student come live with us for a year. Jesse and I were extremely apprehensive. What would it be like to have a stranger living in our house for a whole year? What if we didn’t get along? What if we couldn’t communicate? As Jesse and I saw it, the potential...