If you had to try, how much wine could you drink in a day? A bottle in the span of an evening? That sounds doable. But what if you had to do that every day? Outside your being able to stomach it, could you afford it? Sounds like a lot of money. Continue reading “Four Bottles Of Wine A Day Keeps Something Away”
Outside of the election and Zika, the death of David Bowie has to be one of the top news stories of 2016. It was so surprising given the release of a new album, new music video, and a general buzz of activity around his persona. It was a major loss to active and passive fans. Everyone knew David Bowie. Continue reading “David Bowie Was A Good Dude”
tfw is a mini personal essay series I’m try to do on Tuesdays to recount second-person experiences of feelings and experiences we all have. Or maybe I’m the only one who has them? Continue reading “tfw: Your Dog Is Asleep But You Think They’re Dead”
tfw is a mini personal essay series I’m try to do on Tuesdays to recount second-person experiences of feelings and experiences we all have. Or maybe I’m the only one who has them? Continue reading “tfw: You Are Just Way Too Fucking Hungover”
Are you anxious for the next Met Gala? Here’s some news that should keep you occupied until next May: the theme has been announced! It’s technology. Welcome to the future, dudes!
This post contains spoilers from this past week’s episode of Project Runway. Be warned. Continue reading “Men & Their Dogs”
I could make a very good argument that Molly Nilsson is the best living songwriter. Her music is funny, sincere, sad, lovely, and an adorable kind of fucked up. Everything she writes has a fun conceptual hook—”I hope you die,” “Only the lonely get out of here,” “Hey moon! It’s you and me tonight.”—but there’s always something deeper, lurking under mistaken trendiness: there’s always a sincere parallel to deep, universal emotions. Continue reading “A Song Called ‘1995’”
To live in another country would be a dream. To be able to move to France and somehow “become French” would be ideal. It’s a fantasy. It’s an allowance that I give myself, to let my mind follow to inspire hope for success and direction in life. It’s easy motivation. Continue reading “Dying In A Dream”