16 April 2012
brb outside : beantown!
this weekend, joel and djv and i set sail for the birthplace of america: boston, mass.
first stop was 2Pz friend aaron's house for some afternoon cornhole.
some of our new friends, alex and lindsey, at the local bar.
dave made a new friend too....
bubba watson's miracle shot.
13 April 2012
is it wrong to assign yourself a spirit animal?
because this little guy is def mine. except that bottle is a beer, or pizza, or tacos.
12 April 2012
what david sedaris reads
here's a delightful little q + a with david sedaris, focusing mainly on his reading habits. it's adorbz.
Do you consider yourself a fiction or a nonfiction person? What’s your favorite literary genre? Any guilty pleasures?
I like nonfiction books about people with wretched lives. The worse off the subjects, the more inclined I am to read about them. When it comes to fictional characters, I’m much less picky. Happy, confused, bitter: if I like the writing I’ll take all comers. I guess my guilty pleasure would be listening to the British audio versions of the “Harry Potter” books. They’re read by the great Stephen Fry, and I play them over and over, like an 8-year-old.
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Disappointing, overrated, just not good: What book did you feel as if you were supposed to like, and didn’t? Do you remember the last book you put down without finishing?
Boy, did I have a hard time with “Moby-Dick.” I read it for an assignment 10 years ago and realized after the first few pages that without some sort of a reward system I was never going to make any progress. I told myself that I couldn’t bathe, shave, brush my teeth or change my clothes until I had finished it. In the end, I stunk much more than the book did.
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If you could meet any writer, dead or alive, who would it be? What would you want to know? Have you ever written to an author?
I’m horrible at meeting people I admire, but if I could go back in time, I’d love to collect kindling or iron a few shirts for Flannery O’Connor. After I’d finished, she’d offer to pay me, and I’d say, awe-struck, my voice high and quivering, that it was on me. (via)
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