Pulling in on Saturday night we noticed an illuminated Ryder truck in the abandoned spaghetti warehouse parking lot. Curious. The fact that there was a sizable crowd gathered around enticed us to explore. Explore we did. Low and behold a traveling lumberjack art exhibit had graced the majestic city of Hartford. Boy, were we lucky. [...]
Entries from September 2009
September 29, 2009
guest drop: capslock’s first stalker sex column, “only the names are changed”
I should have known better when she told me her name. You can’t trust people with three part names. Just like John Wilkes Booth, Lee Harvey Oswald, James Earl Ray, Mark David Chapman… I should have known Jamie Hollis-Castor was up to no good. I was going to say it started out innocent enough – [...]
September 28, 2009
it feels just like the first time i went to ikea.
On Saturday morning, Capslock decided the best way to welcome Capslock-Pittsburgh to the district and kick our Friday night hangover was to dress up like pirates and frolic across state lines to the Maryland Renaissance Festival. Though often dismissed as a freak show populated by gothic middle-age couples in century-denial, the festival is actually the [...]
September 24, 2009
Glitter + Teenagers = Free MGMT Show
This past weekend I was informed by a friend of mine that MGMT would be playing a Free! show on Sunday. I got quite excited about the prospects of finally seeing this band live after they entered my life in the Spring of ’08 in the Barcelonan nightclub, Razzmatazz. I instantly fell in love, and [...]
September 24, 2009
Love at the first bite.
For any Pittsburgher, few things come as close to perfection as Primanti’s. Cole slaw, tomato and fries piled on top of your favorite meat or cheese makes for a sandwich fit for the City of Champions. If you need proof of its popularity, just check the mural inside the original Primanti’s shop, which includes paintings [...]
September 23, 2009
stop/sign.
well this gets the most interesting paper sign award. luckily i was stopped at a red light long enough for my brother to snap a photo. if we hadn’t been en-route to a wedding i absolutely would have followed it. and yes, i probably spend a good 7 minutes a day thinking about what it [...]
September 23, 2009
i love…ignored poets.
You know—the one’s slaving away in brilliant obscurity while teaching undergrads in a cornfield somewhere. Yesterday my professor dumped us in the library and told us we couldn’t leave until we’d checked out at least five modern poetry books. Modern. Not Shel Silverstein. Not John Dunne. Not Of Montreal lyrics. I have a five [...]
