6th
A bullet-ridden bedroom window in the United Nations guest house in Kabul, which was attacked last week.
There’s a place where photo-journalism meets art and this image lives there.
From Last Days of Gourmet a photo essay looking at the closure of Gourmet magazine
This made me sad all over again, as it flooded me with memories of my internship.
There is a parade going on RIGHT NOW.
I find that oddly cheering. Also, FRIDAY.
5th
My immediate future holds both margaritas and Ray LaMontagne.
Seriously. Squeeee!
THAT WAS AMAZING
In all seriousness, I am not a huge sports person. I understand the game, know the rules, and can follow along.
But being there last night, was so so much fun. We screamed the whole game. There was jumping around, high fiving, and lots of beer.
There was a moment, right before the last out that was all potential energy and then the entire stadium just fucking erupted. It was impossible not to get swept up in the moment, in the cheering, in the whole euphoric elation that seemed to instantly sweep through the place.
(And Mr. Loud Mouth Fatty Philly’s Fan who kept elbowing me the whole game: I wonder how many cheese steaks you’re going to have to eat to get your emotions back under control?)
4th
Pink sneakers on their way to Game 6. Here’s hoping the Yankees win it tonight because how fucking cool will that be.
I think, that most people just need to ask themselves if they want to be the kind of American that actively prohibits people from access to certain freedoms and equality?
I’d like to think people see the inherent contradiction in this statement, because when you get down to it, this seems pretty UN-American to me, which is why all this bigotry masked as patriotism makes me so sad and angry.
Pez always tasted better in my brain, but I loved the holders so much I pretended they were delicious.
(Things that are the same but different)

