December 2011
27 posts
“Trust me…you’re not gonna run into anyone wearing a smoking jacket at a black...”
– The Trad (via drinkinanddronin)
The only rule of menswear that I can think of is a simple one: the rules only apply to you if you follow the rules. If you have to ask, the answer is always an emphatic no.
He who asks for fashion advice has no stones.
Lamborghini wins rally, while on fire. →
Jason White was nearing the finish line of the 2011 Targa High Mountain when the back of his brand new Lamborghini Gallardo Super Trofeo Stradale burst into flames. Like a proper rally driver, he carried on.
STORY: James Franco Unable To Understand Why Ryan... →
NEW HAVEN, CONNECTICUT—Hollywood star and ridiculously accomplished renaissance man, James Franco, expressed confusion this Wednesday as to why his famous peer, actor Ryan Gosling, was the subject of an increasingly absurd internet meme that relies on images of Gosling paired with academically inclined pick-up lines.
“It just doesn’t make sense,” said the befuddled 32-year-old thespian and...
“I have always lived violently, drunk hugely, eaten too much or not at all, slept...”
– John Steinbeck (via kissmeimlazy)
Face down on a desk!
My 1976 Datsun Starbeam broke down on a bridge over Lake Squirt. I couldn’t do a single thing. The carbs were full of demons, I guess. You buy a car, you either get style or reliability nowadays. You don’t get both for less than a hundred grand or so. I knew that and reminded myself of it over and over when I bought the old girl out of an ad in the paper for $800. I haggled them down...
Eight years ago.
high school was always a nightmare, it made every morning more nauseating than sitting in the front row of your own funeral procession, facing the mourners so’s to let them a good look at how you’re taking the news of you’re untimely death (on the way to work by foot, clumsily walking out in front of a new wife’s sedan, or however it was that you checked out). when i get...
An undeveloped list of things I need right now.
150 million dollars
Citroen DS
Fresh batteries in my dead selection of watches
Watercolors
My wife to be in the room I’m in
Bottle of wine (red, spicy & dry)
A few new suits
Salami for lunch
A cigarette
If 7 is the number of completion then 9 is number of the blues.
Years ago I was a contributor to a campaign for...
a: mr. president, out of all the people you had to choose from, was harriet miers the most qualified? b: absolutely, otherwise i wouldn’t have picked her. i’ve known her for a decade. a decade. let me tell you. she’s an extraordinary individual. she’s an old tuffy. she’s got pitbull jaws and iron teeth for the law. she has an excellent sense of right and wrong as...
"I posted two things on Facebook for you, out of...
Hungover or not, Dino, I always wake up in the morning knowing I am at my worst. If I lived it up the night before then it is just a matter of course but booze or not, waking is harsh sometimes. I want another thirty minutes! (My body clock’s batteries died and I sold it for scrap.) I want a cigarette! It is freezing in this room under these blankets and the fan switch is a mile away on that...
Diners are tense.
I don’t know how Luke became so bitter but his shoulder has a chip the size of an anchor and he holds it there with all his might. He probably has a lot of stress to deal with: the stress of the small business man. He has to open his doors every single day, to every psychopath in town. He has to cook their eggs, serve their coffee. He has to wipe their crumbs. To clean their plates. He knows...
Pecked this out after four baron cocktails, three...
To my left is an iPod throwing out Miles Davis so this a soulful briefing of the highest form. I just threw, with my wife, Another Party No. 2 and it was a success of course. She is asleep on the half-sofa thing on wheels. (Sleepy Inferno on Wheels Part Deux.) I am on a chair on pretzeled legs. It falls over with every backwards scoot so be careful if you come around. I wrote a textual message...
Brownsburg, Indiana (August 2011)
We were both very tired from Chicago. The drive through its heart was fast and brutal and we were physically and emotionally fucked by the last junction. I was tail-gated by a bald fool in an Aston Martin and I wished at that moment that I was alone and in a different car. It was the only minute of the entire trip I’d wanted to be alone, and only long enough to stab my brakes and force him...
I was six years old and spending a cold morning trudging through the subdivision where we rented a small brown house. The neighborhood was a different thing at that age and felt like the first or last two months of a Norman Rockwell calendar: kids played outside on bikes and skates and old people sustained their lawns, manicuring them on the weekends. I looked warm and stout in a heavy nylon coat...
Anamoose and such.
Driving from town to town on those flat, narrow roads with the same scene on each side of the car: radiant day-glo fields of grass and sunflowers growing for miles in every direction, and torrents of river water drowning the farms and tiny roads, and old American trucks wading in place, and occasionally a new truck too, but you could only see the top of the roof from the highway; a sign of what...
This is a diary, I suppose, and if it counted towards a grade, I’d probably have an incomplete. I apologize, mostly to myself I suppose, but we are still in the process of buying the Internet, so it’s pens and paper for me in the meantime. I stepped away from the house to sit in a cafe and see what I’ve been missing, and I have to say it’s nice having an open door to my...
Attention: Hippies
Your drum circles offend me. You are the 1% and the rest of our ears are the ninety-nine! Occupy patchouli! You are the Kings Of Incessant Pen Clicks, and you must be stopped. You take over public space within earshot of my lake house and I am loading mace canisters with soap as we speak. Be warned!