My dream is to become a farmer. Just a Bohemian guy pulling up his own sweet potatoes for dinner.  Lenny Kravitz

I have this affinity for all things football (movies, documentaries, TV shows), except not really the actual game.   I was recently schooled in some football history and it was decided that I would most likely be a JETS fan, according to the qualities I look for in a team.  JETS play the Patriots tonight.  I’m officially tuned in.

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But I bought one sweet ass coat.

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I haven’t the slightest idea how to change people, but still I keep a long list of prospective candidates just in case I should ever figure it out.  David Sedaris

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when i was in egypt, i could see saudi arabia from my balcony.  qatar’s next to saudi.  i dated a persian guy once.

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01.  Start
02.  Keep going.
03.  You think you’re starting to get the hang of it.
04.  You see someone else’s work and feel undeniable misery.
05.  Keep going.
06.  Keep going.
07.  You feel like maybe, possibly, you kinda got it now.
08.  You don’t.
09.  Keep going.
10.  You ask for someone else’s opinion — their response is standoffish, though polite.
11.  Depression.
12.  Keep going.
13.  Keep going.
14.  You ask someone else’s opinion — their response is favorable.
15.  They have no idea what they’re talking about.
16.  Keep going.
17.  You feel semi-kinda favorable and maybe even a little proud of what you can do now.
18.  Self-loathing chastisement.
19.  Depression
20.  Keep going.
21.  You ask someone else’s opinion — they respond quite favorably.
22.  They’re still wrong.
23.  Depression.
24.  Keep going though you can’t possibly imagine why.
25.  Become restless.
26.  Receive some measure of praise from a trustworthy opinion.
27.  They’re still fucking wrong (Right?)
28.  Keep going just because there’s nothing else to do.
29.  Mastery arrives, you mistake it for a gust of wind.
30.  Keep. Fucking. Going.

Ben Casnocha

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snuggled in a comfy hotel bed,

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when i was fourteen, my next door neighbor jamie got her drivers license and one night, she told me we were going to go on an adventure.  we lived in the most north part of the valley, and off we went, down the 118, and exited topanga canyon. we took topanga from the point it starts at, all the way through the canyon, towards malibu.  i remember the weather was perfect, we had the windows down, and for years, in high school, jamie loved pearl jam and stalked john frusciante in their laurel canyon recording house — anyway, so we had the jeremy single on a cassette, this b-side single from ’92, and yellow ledbetter started to play. so the song starts to play and we’re speeding through the canyon and my hair was long and tangled and eddie was belting these lyrics and jamie was singing her little heart out.  we stopped at this little vintage shop and i bought a dress i loved so much but have since misplaced. we must have driven for two hours, just enjoying the freedom our age brought us.  it was dark and we headed back from the beach into the valley, and drove down Ventura Boulevard, and it was like seeing Sunset Boulevard for the first time, young and unknowing.  we stopped at some cafe to eat, and i remembering thinking, man, this is so great.  this is so great.  it should always be like this.

michelle

the light’s always on for friends

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footsie?

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