This hydrant is cooler than me. And it's probably cooler than you.
In my mid-teens, these are the things I used to prove that I was cooler than you (despite so much evidence to the contrary): A copy of Plato’s Republic (library copy, largely unread and definitely not understood) that I carried everywhere, including to my first ever date.My love for the movie Jesus of Montreal. Or, … Continue reading On Jesus of Montreal
Maybe the only thing more endearing than Jordan awake is Jordan asleep.
Make sure you're with someone who loves you enough to not let you spend your hard-earned money on a glass Tommy-gun. Although, $25 seemed like a bargain to me.
Look, I’ve been in Austin 9 years or so now and I’ve never once played the “It’s not as good as it used to be” card, so give me a moment here. I love Graffiti Park. I love it so much that I’ve made up its name rather than try to remember its real one. … Continue reading On Graffiti Park
Look, I don't know...I just love Halloween. Not everything...not having a costume. Not having kids banging on our door for candy. I like the creepiness. I like how, for one night, we all pretend to embrace the things that scare us. We allow ourselves to admit we're afraid, and then we spend money on those … Continue reading On Halloween