…during those last 20 minutes of The Office…
Like I said earlier. I remember watching Season 3 and 4 on a a friend’s couch off stolen wifi when I was a squatter for a month after my freshmen year of college. And I remember Season 6 with friends in my first apartment. For as unfunny and cheezy and boring and way too long the show was, it was also a really good show.
I wonder what the next good show will be.
Do-or-die game in Oakland tonight. Time for Steph Curry to bust out the bullet fedora.
Did you know that Baron Davis is the highest paid athlete in Cleveland for the year 2012?
you spend 5 hours working on your wood project in the garage. And turn into John McCain the next morning from being so soar.
OOF.
Ness programs would be more effective if they quit it with the completely inaccurate hodge pudge of sports metaphors and terrible puns. No, I don’t want to play fantasy baseball and earn slam dunks for each challenge I complete.
I want a points program that gives me cash for each time HR spams me with this crap.
Sorry Tumblr, you don’t get pretty finished project photos on green lawns, no, you get garage ridden, low lit, unfinished photos. Let’s workshop this.
So the original idea was to build a dresser with drawers like this silvia song post.
I decided to use dimensional lumber, pine, and built bookcase-like frame, completely filled out, with some fairly amateur joinery (1x1 poplar supports, glue, nails).
Then, I did the world’s hardest geometry problem and tried to build the drawers a few months later, also using dimensional lumber. So all the drawers are 3/4 inch thick on all sides. Then, realizing I need to actually try some real joinery, I used dado joints on all the pieces to slide them together. But I made the mistake of working with grade 2 pine and 1/4” joints. The wood never fit, it warped, expanded, and got shredded. After a lot of sanding and some ugly looking joints. I have this, my “unfinished” project.
The issues remaining:
The drawers fit perfectly, but there are no runners/rails and so the heavy bottoms are not quite good at being drawers. (But are good at scratching the frame).
The holes don’t line up, but you can’t tell from far away-ish.
The color concept was supposed to be dark stain frame, natural stain drawers, white painted fronts. But now I don’t know if i like the look of the grain on the fronts, kind of do. (Except the grain on the middle right drawer is inverted.)
Idea one: Stay the course. It looks fine, you can ditch it when you move next.
Idea two: Keep the frame, but scrap the drawers for a more light weight/tray like drawer. Basically a shallow drawer (3-4” tall) with a grated bottom (works for clothing). And this gives me an opportunity to install rails. Potentially add solid white fronts to completely fill out the dresser front or be okay with the supports and keep a half-drawer look.
Currently en route to shop for option two.
Friends. Thoughts? Please?
With the 6:30 pm arrival of our cardboard album packages yesterday, we finally had all the elements needed to assemble the physical release of our new album Husk. All of the band, Corrie Andrews (John Paul’s fiance and creator of all the beautiful art for Husk), and our good friend Dan Rowell convened at the Lakesigns house in Avondale to put everything together. We hope you’ll agree that it all came out looking real pretty.
We’ll be putting these in the mail for the good folks who’ve already pre-ordered. If you’ve been waiting for the physical release, please head over to the Bandcamp page to purchase a copy.
Friends, this is honestly an incredible product. Hand crafted music. Please, check it out.
(via thepandarosa)
One of my most vivid memories is of coming back West from prep school and later from college at Christmas time. Those who went farther than Chicago would gather in the old dim Union Station at six o’clock of a December evening, with a few Chicago friends, already caught up into their own holiday gayeties, to bid them a hasty good-by. I remember the fur coats of the girls returning from Miss This-or-that’s and the chatter of frozen breath and the hands waving overhead as we caught sight of old acquaintances, and the matchings of invitations:
Herseys’? the Schultzes’?” and the long green tickets clasped tight in our gloved hands. And last the murky yellow cars of the Chicago, Milwaukee and St. Paul railroad looking cheerful as Christmas itself on the tracks beside the gate. When we pulled out into the winter night and the real snow, our snow, began to stretch out beside us and twinkle against the windows, and the dim lights of small Wisconsin stations moved by, a sharp wild brace came suddenly into the air. We drew in deep breaths of it as we walked back from dinner through the cold vestibules, unutterably aware of our identity with this country for one strange hour, before we melted indistinguishably into it again. That’s my Middle West — not the wheat or the prairies or the lost Swede towns, but the thrilling returning trains of my youth, and the street lamps and sleigh bells in the frosty dark and the shadows of holly wreaths thrown by lighted windows on the snow. I am part of that, a little solemn with the feel of those long winters, a little complacent from growing up in the Carraway house in a city where dwellings are still called through decades by a family’s name. I see now that this has been a story of the West, after all — Tom and Gatsby, Daisy and Jordan and I, were all Westerners, and perhaps we possessed some deficiency in common which made us subtly unadaptable to Eastern life.
—Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby
Reasons Why I Do Not Wish to Leave Chicago: An Incomplete, Random List
Excerpted from The Book of My Lives
By Aleksandar Hemon
1. Driving west at sunset in the summer: blinded by the sun, you cannot see the cars ahead; the ugly warehouses and body shops are blazing orange. When the sun…
Excuse me while I go cry forever. <Chicago3
Tonight, two longstanding rivals face off once again at the 66th Latke-Hamantash Debate. Declare your allegiance by changing your cover photo (ones above from here) and tune in to the live webcast at 7:30 p.m.
On Girls:
Question, if a show is watched (legally on a television) mostly by middle aged men, can it still be the voice of a generation?
Granted, it really isn’t THE voice, but A voice, and not really a VOICE, but a HBO SHOW…that no one I know can afford… and almost no one I know says that they watch it…
Anyways, I’ve been catching up on Season 2 with my frosted mini-wheats in the mornings this week and just laughing at the thought of what 40 something year old men like about this show. I hope it is the dry humor and realistic depictions of manhattanites.
As I continue to catch up on these paid cable shows, I am growing tired of the dark comedy character driven formula crap they keep putting on HBO and Showtime. With laughs being delivered slower than a Mad Men plot point, and ironic tongue in cheek credit music, I’d rather try and assemble the puzzle of social issues and sex scenes that is Treme before I sit through another twenty minutes of some of this dramatically delivered comedy garbage.
Don Cheadle, I don’t care if you are going to have some Hamlet Bueller aside while having graphic sex with some girl, your show isn’t funny.
And Enlightenment, your voiceover meditative introductions make no sense in the context of the episode. I accidentally restarted an episode while falling asleep and dreamed I was in some Meg Ryan Nora Ephron Yoga Class.
And Girls, the unbearable number of plot threads you try and pick up each episode with your fast-paced-drum-lined “previously on” montage is worse than Shaky-Cam Cloverfield.
We get it, mom’s can be drug dealers, cancer is a bitch, consultants are screwing everyone over, meditation doesn’t work, and everybody is in general a bad person.So why do I keep watching these HBO/Showtime Comedies?
Because I am love 30 minute anythings.
Because I get anxiety if I haven’t seen everything on Terri Gross’s Fresh Air or The AV Club and other awards things like those Golden Globe things.
Because I am nostalgic for the times in college when I didn’t understand any of the jokes.
Because I keep waiting for something new.
I guess I shouldn’t expect much from a network targeting 45 year old men, and yet I do.
So let’s recap the first two hours of Girls Season Two:
The first episode of girls, was closer to a MTV Where-Are-They-Now-Special than a actual half hour of television.
Then, PSAyeF***YouEpisodeTwo quickly addressed the race card and all other criticisms of the cast of Girls in one neat little episode so it can never be addressed again.
Episode Three was a coked-out Girl’s night out teen movie in miniature.
And Episode four was the closest thing to a Judd Apatow movie, and because of that I thought it was absolutely hilarious, if only for the use of the term “snot rocket”.
Overall, the show has its moments, but I feel bored and let down a little too often for my comfort. I like that characters are calling each other on their bullshit, but I feel like the show is mean, and doesn’t given anyone, outside of Hannah, any room to be likeable.
I think most of my disappointment for this show comes from the impression I have of what it should be, a Judd Apatow movie about people like my friends. Judd is really great at finding young talent, and encourages this story-telling kind of humor that airs out everyone’s crazy thoughts and sees how people might really react to it. And I love that and I hope that Girls can get to that point. Sometimes it does.
Other times I feel I am disappointed when I think about how fun it is to hang out with the characters on New Girl and Happy Endings, and Parks and Recreation and how I don’t want to hang out with these Girls (and Boys). The silliness of broadcast sitcoms is of a different breed, but they seem, at least to me, to beg for some comparison. And as these sitcoms continue to take risks in dramatic moments and ask us as viewers to care about these characters, it is easy for me to do so because I like them and I want to be with them. Yet when Girls asks me to care that someone loses a job or is hurt by a friend, I don’t feel much because I think, damn right, screw you.
Still I think, nope, I love the cast, I love Lena, this show is hilarious…
I just hate the people that think it is hilarious. Something sincerely bugs me about Girls’ fans. This idea that this autobiographical show is this great exciting moment where we can tune in and laugh at the stories that are about our generation just rubs me the wrong way. The show hits a very specific life style right on the nose so well that it has a entire vain following of twenty somethings thinking this is some inside joke. I just hear that talk and I feel like I am poor and being asked to go to sushi on a Saturday after I have been eating rice flavored with chicken bouillon cubes all week and trying not to be embarrassed that I don’t have a stipend. But this is more personal anxiety than actual criticism.
For me, the show is strongest when the characters aren’t twenty somethings struggling to find themselves or a career or love. It is best when it they are just characters doing things that I do, like sing in the bath tub, or compliment my own cooking, or have awkward conversations with friend’s boyfriends. And maybe for the twenty somethings that live like these Girls, this is a show that is like that all the time. But for me, I wish that the characters were more likeable, hangout-able, Apatow-able, and the fans not so vain that they think the show is about them.
Then again, what do I know, I am not forty something.
