So I live in this sort of iffy neighborhood. It's on the eastern edge of a really nice, affluent area called Fairmount that's full of expensive bars and brick houses. Get further east than my house, and it's called... well, that's the thing. There's not really so much a name for it. People tend to give little clusters of high-rent areas cute names ( Read more... )

It is frankly embarrassing how old this does not get.

My friend Amanda recently fell off her bike while trying to avoid an aggressive driver and face-planted after going over her handlebars. She says she's not sure if she blacked out, but she suddenly was just lying on the sidewalk, bleeding all over the place with one of her front teeth about a foot away in the gravel ( Read more... )

There is a 70 percent chance I tripped over a cool news story that I'm the first one to know about.

There is a 30 percent chance that I am just being a pushy asshole.

There is a one hundred percent chance that I was up all night last night and am going to bed RIGHT NOW

I can't believe the timing of the little throwaway I wrote on the ubiquity of Don't Stop Believin' by Journey. I was kind of dubious about it after I turned it in, like, Maybe it's just me. Maybe I'm imagining this. Maybe I just existed at Oberlin in a hermetic bubble sealed against Journey songs and hearing Don't Stop Believin' all the time is ( Read more... )

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We're listening to the '50s station at work, it's a nice change. At the moment, we are listening to Anita Bryant sing "Till There Was You" from the Music Man.

This morning, Alli and I walked out of my apartment, discussing how tired we were. Before we had gone a block, I spotted the Red Bull Car, which looks like this:


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Springboard

PW interns

The notoriously incompetent gas station across from Springboard (I am nevertheless extremely sad about it closing for a month for renovations)

I seem to be over the worst of the sick. They've been having me do graphic design stuff at the apple store, designing brochures and shit, so I get to play around with Creative Suite ( Read more... )

I can't tell whether there's a small yappy dog upstairs or someone above me is having sex. It could be either, I poked my head into the foyer for a second because someone rang the wrong doorbell and some chick was carrying a small animal of some sort up the stairs. Also, the girl/boy in the room above mine gets off/gets his girlfriend off loudly ( Read more... )

Oberlin's class of 2007 just graduated. I wore a blue dress that was too short and got mildly sunburned ( Read more... )