photo 9 Jul
This little dude scurried over to the bench I was sitting on and hopped right up beside me. He stuck around until I told him I didn’t have any food, at which point he shot me a disappointed frown and ran off. And here I thought I’d made a new friend.
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video 9 Jul

My cousin's kids, Rachel and Roan

My cousin's kids, Rachel and Roan

A very small sampling of the party beer

A very small sampling of the party beer

My mom

My mom

Dad in shop that sold art and nunchucks

Dad in shop that sold art and nunchucks

Gathered here are a few of the photos I took on my 4th of July (+mom and her twin sister’s birthday celebration) trip to Pittsburgh.

Special attention should be paid to the photo of my dad standing under all of those glass bulbs. The bulbs, along with novelty steel art, were in the front of the shop. As you wandered back, you noticed the decorative demon skull paper weights, then the knives, then the swords, then the case full of nunchucks and stun guns.

I’ve got more photos on my Flickr account, here, if you care to look.

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text 9 Jul

kathlellen:

why are there always some shows that you see the same six episodes of ten times? i’m talking to YOU, sex and the city.

At the risk of revealing more about my television habits than I’d really like to: yeah. I think the only episode of Sex and the City that any network is allowed to play ever is the one with the ADD jazz guy who plays Carrie like an upright bass.

via (in)famous last words..
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text 8 Jul And then the airport is empty, and you go on home
Who are all these pretty girls on airplanes and where do they go upon disembarking? It seems they wander ahead of you down the jetway and fade, fade, so that they’ve vanished completely by the time you hit baggage claim.
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photo 7 Jul
My cousins do strange things, like actually holding still when I say, “Hold still so I can take a picture of you reading that Playboy.”
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photo 7 Jul
The neighbor dog at Pop Pop’s uses incentives (licking, pawing, etc.) and punishment (whimpering, crying) to make it impossible for me to walk away.
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photo 6 Jul
At Wholey’s seafood market in Pittsburgh. I want to cook and eat everything in here.
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text 5 Jul Our changing times
When I was little, I was frightened of the ghosts and monsters that I was sure lived in my Pop Pop’s basement. Now that I am older and wiser, I am just afraid of all the spiders living in the dark corners. At least the monsters and ghosts weren’t real.
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text 4 Jul Alas!
Pittsburgh girls of a certain age tend to be exceptionally pretty, exceptionally friendly, and, without exception, taken. There is nothing to do for it but leave Pittsburgh.
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text 3 Jul Is "Extreme Eating" a sport now, too?
I just watched a man swallow 150 oysters on the Travel Channel’s Man Vs. Food. Now he is about to eat a ten egg omelette full of chili. I can’t decide if he has made the wrong decisions in his life or if I have. Where is the line between disgust and jealousy?
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photo 3 Jul
It seems my fellow travelers have forgotten anything they once knew about the fine art of discretion. They are shouting personal information into cell phones and sleeping with their mouths agape and chewing their food as if to say, “Look here, right here, this is what my lunch looks like when it’s all mushed up and ready for swallowing!”
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text 30 Jun Situational appropriateness

While under normal circumstances, it would be lazy (or strange, or gross, depending on who you’re talking to) to eat sweet peas directly out of their microwavable bag and call it lunch, the fact that I am sick makes it okay.

That is what I am telling myself.

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photo 28 Jun

Video chatting with my mom for her birthday. She put a candle in a cupcake for my birthday, but I didn’t have cupcakes. Instead, I drew her a cake and, when she blew out the candles, switched the index card with lit candles drawn on it for the one with smoking, extinguished candles.

I had to flip the images in Photoshop for the candles to obviously read “36.” I don’t know why I settled on 36 (it was an arbitrary “young lady” number), but she seemed to appreciate it.

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photo 27 Jun

walpaper:

alanfm78:

The real deal. State Street, Chicago.

Yep, few blocks away from were I lived for two years. Miss you, Chicago.

Also a few blocks away from my old apartments. Rumors ran rampant about this place (many of them involving their use of unpaid/homeless labor), and its floors were stickier than a sidewalk covered in freshly chewed gum, but this was Chicago, man, and it was good.

via walpaper.
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text 27 Jun This is a friendly reminder...

windycitygirl:

that you should come to my UCB graduation show tomorrow at 1:30pm if you’re free and in LA! Get all the info here if you’re interested.

Let me know if any of you are coming. I’ll say hi/save a place in line/save a seat for you. I’m nice like that.

via Windy City Girl.
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