Summer boating on Lake Erie is a must if you are a capslock or such. It’s a pretty fabulous time filled with quiet port towns, micro brews, and lots of fun in the sun. The season is far from over, so get your ass on a boat!
like father, like daughter
i feel like going on vacations with one’s family is a constant, fluctuating cycle of coolness. when i was little i loved going on vacations to disney or skiing in the rockies. when i was tween i dreaded spending any day i had off of school with the fam. hanging out at the mall or the movie theater with my friends was surely the most important thing in the world at the time. but then when i entered high school and became more mature (i know some would argue with this, but just go along with it) and cultured i began to appreciate my family vacations again, especially when i was allowed to bring my friends with me. now that i am a poor, college senior my feelings towards family vacations have come full circle and i am truly thankful for any family vacation that i can latch onto. this year it just happened to be a fantastic sailing trip through the british virigin islands. i brough a friend, a video camera, and snorkel, of course. had one of the best family vacations ever at the age of 22. i mean who could have a bad time with a father who wears steeler crocs, seersucker shorts, and swedish viking tee? not me.
Filed under Bits & Baubles, Delicious, Love
No film since Harry Potter has spurred as much hype as Where the Wild Things Are. Sure, Spike Jonze directed, Karen O. composed and Urban launched an entire line of wild thing apparel. Yup, this film has all the ingredients of indie sensation and I’ve already seen way too many a hipster rocking the original Maurice Sendak cover art t-shirt. I’m sure I could go on and on about the emotional connection us 20-somethings have with a mischievous but lonely Max but I won’t. Instead, I’ll tell you that I rushed out the door to pick up the soundtrack once it dropped. Of course I couldn’t wait to hear it but most importantly I couldn’t wait for my kids to hear it. Continue reading
ya, ya, ya, we’ve been whacked over the head with the obvious: the world would be a grittier, better-dressed, and all-together more fluorescent place if we all emulated karen o. So why must I give you one more small bump, dear capslock?
a. because an ipa-goggled boy with enviable hair gave me drunken band advice at 2 am: “all girls should scream like karen o. If you are in a band, and you are a girl, scream. It is [insert breathlessness] so. hot.”
b. because I like her when she is not screaming, particularly on the newly released acoustic, string-enhanced “maps”
c. where the wild things are.
d. And because even in a pink collared shirt and a gold falsie, I still get sucked into her vortex of red-lipstick, black-leather, bed-hair cool and want to stalk behind her tour bus (which undoubtedly isn’t a tour bus, but a rusty van that was found on the bottom of a pirate ship and has been redecorated with iranian throw-rugs, lava lamps, and guitars from the raddest underground punk rock band from czechoslovakia) and scream:
they don’t love you like I love you.
damn it.
Filed under Loose Ends, Love, Music
one of the perks of being a crafty college kid in dc is seeing all the crafty grown-ups that swing into town. enter: tim gunn and his surprisingly stoic comrade martin puryear. the hirshhorn museum and sculpture garden just opened an exhibition on anne truitt, a contemporary artist whose floating columns of color completely changed the landscape of minimalism. so influential and charming was she that a group of her pupils (gunn), friends (puryear) and scholars (curator kristin hileman) gathered to discuss everything right and wonderful with truitt.mr. gunn was just as charming, engaging and diplomatic as you see on the television box. job well done.
check out anne truitt.
Suddenly, capslock needed to go to the great sepia-toned outdoors! But then we remembered that we were in the middle of DC. But don’t worry, we found camping accessible by metro! And a cab. We ventured into the campground/trailerpark/meth forest decked in plaid and hauling banjos, harmonicas and veggie dogs. We forgot sleeping bags, but luckily we had a lot of bourbon and beer. Then we tried to put up the rain fly as a tent. It was dark!
So we left the headlights on to scare the ticks and chiggers, locked the keys in the car, and had to be rescued by AAA. We woke up covered in scratches and with a mysterious amount of firewood. Our morning alarm was the park rangers screaming “EVERYONE UP!!!” and Mr. Policeman, who said, “Come hither kids.” We had a nice little chat about our shared freshman party dorm and were escorted on our merry way. And then we stopped in suburbia for Denny’s, and found Old Navy, where we bought skull and cross-bone water bottles. You may now insert scratchy Old Crow Medicine Show record.
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