Why we shouldn’t own the same exact pair of pants: might both wear them on Thanksgiving. Ooooops.
Emo graffiti in the PHL. Love it!
Heaven is: endless counter space, every utensil imaginable, free cooking supplies and a list of recipes awaiting me for Thanksgiving dinner.
Heaven is: casa del padre.
In the wake of my old-ass car’s many recent run-ins with the Philadelphia Parking Authority in the past three weeks (not to mention the only run-ins it’s had with the law since the inspection went up three months ago — of course I started getting tickets since my first day living back in Philly), I have been frequenting philapark.org.
Sometimes, I try to figure out if there’s a way to trick the system into erasing one of my many tickets, sometimes I grab e-mail addresses of people who might be willing to erase them for me and, sometimes, I just…read the latest. Earlier today, when I logged on after receiving my second violation of the week, I saw that the Philadelphia Parking Authority has a blog. I chuckled a little when I read the catchy title of its most recent update and proceeded to get the ’70s one-hit wonder stuck in my head.
But now, I think when I hear that song in the future I’ll just get angry that I have a car.
Halloween photo shoot: Cat Toy of Durham, NC.
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Early morning recording — I apologize for my hair and tired eyes. Oviedo by Blind Pilot.
Sunset @ Lake Johnson, Raleigh, NC. I’m fortunate to be so close to something so beautiful.
A very brotherly week.
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Copeland — Careful Now.
(Myself and Rachel Moran)
Berlin, week 1.
