Entries Tagged as ‘Love’
January 28, 2010
family vacations are fantastic. again.
i feel like going on vacations with one’s family is a constant, fluctuating cycle of coolness. when i was little i loved going on vacations to disney or skiing in the rockies. when i was tween i dreaded spending any day i had off of school with the fam. hanging out at the mall or [...]
October 30, 2009
hear this: where the wild things are.
No film since Harry Potter has spurred as much hype as Where the Wild Things Are. Sure, Spike Jonze directed, Karen O. composed and Urban launched an entire line of wild thing apparel. Yup, this film has all the ingredients of indie sensation and I’ve already seen way too many a hipster rocking the original Maurice Sendak [...]
October 25, 2009
scream it: ode to karen o.
ya, ya, ya, we’ve been whacked over the head with the obvious: the world would be a grittier, better-dressed, and all-together more fluorescent place if we all emulated karen o. So why must I give you one more small bump, dear capslock? a. because an ipa-goggled boy with enviable hair gave me drunken band advice at [...]
October 15, 2009
tim gunn re: anne truitt
one of the perks of being a crafty college kid in dc is seeing all the crafty grown-ups that swing into town. enter: tim gunn and his surprisingly stoic comrade martin puryear. the hirshhorn museum and sculpture garden just opened an exhibition on anne truitt, a contemporary artist whose floating columns of color completely [...]
October 5, 2009
metro accessible camping.
Suddenly, capslock needed to go to the great sepia-toned outdoors! But then we remembered that we were in the middle of DC. But don’t worry, we found camping accessible by metro! And a cab. We ventured into the campground/trailerpark/meth forest decked in plaid and hauling banjos, harmonicas and veggie dogs. We [...]
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 [...]
September 21, 2009
gentri-decay.
I am a big proponent of gentrification but I have to say, nothing thrills me more than a decaying factory building. Lucky for me, the Colt Fire-Arms Factory (the factory’s namesake, Samuel Colt is credited with popularizing the revolver) is just such a presence in Hartford. We spent Saturday morning traipsing around the sprawling building [...]
