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Old habits. But also… Moment/Momentous | 000. Thank you...

Sun, 12 Jun 2011 03:35:20 -0400

Old habits.

But also… Moment/Momentous | 000. Thank you for the magic.

Damn.

Fri, 10 Jun 2011 08:52:20 -0400

Damn.

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Fri, 10 Jun 2011 08:05:58 -0400

kitschyliving: 1959 DeSoto Firedome

Thu, 09 Jun 2011 12:38:23 -0400

kitschyliving:

1959 DeSoto Firedome

Protex Blue / The Clash “Protex Blue”, sung by Mick Jones, is...

Thu, 09 Jun 2011 12:12:12 -0400

Protex Blue / The Clash

“Protex Blue”, sung by Mick Jones, is about a 1970s brand of condom. The song ends with the shouted phrase “Johnny! Johnny!”, “johnny” being a British slang term for a condom.

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Wed, 08 Jun 2011 13:00:38 -0400

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Wed, 08 Jun 2011 11:15:40 -0400

Perfect? kitschyliving: vintage serving tray

Wed, 08 Jun 2011 02:04:22 -0400

Perfect?

kitschyliving:

vintage serving tray

I don’t know what it means when this is flying over a...

Tue, 07 Jun 2011 21:40:33 -0400

I don’t know what it means when this is flying over a pizza place, but I kind of want to find out..with you.

nevver: Cream & Sugar

Tue, 07 Jun 2011 06:17:13 -0400

nevver:

Cream & Sugar

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Tue, 07 Jun 2011 05:07:38 -0400

nevver: New Yorker, 1950 - The Made Shop

Mon, 06 Jun 2011 14:18:44 -0400

nevver:

New Yorker, 1950 - The Made Shop

Everywhere I look, I’m reminded of you.

Sun, 05 Jun 2011 10:40:20 -0400

Everywhere I look, I’m reminded of you.

You're My Cake and Too.

Sat, 04 Jun 2011 01:21:52 -0400

On your birthday, an abridged list of the presents of your presence — the gifts you give us, because you were born.

Your full throttle. It’s the energy you bring into any room, the cloud of electricity in your force field, the disturbance you create just by striding down the hall. Being around you is a glowing, throbbing, surge.
The generosity of your attention. This, you’d need to see from the audience to believe. People want to be near the throttle, and acknowledged by you. The thrill that comes from having engaged you, or somehow brought content that captures you — people chase it. It’s visible. And you…give it freely. Kindly. And it makes it that much better.
Your imp, your devil, your scamp. That outlaw spirit that makes you up for anything, first on the list of suspects, and first choice for accomplice. Though now, your rogue has a partner…
This one is hard to explain. It’s not maturity, it’s not ambition, it’s…from your rogue, you’ve burnished a drive. Your reckless now has a boundary of…respect for yourself. Where you want to go. What you want to be. I’m not sure how you manage it, but you take mischief and work as seriously as you can while fanning the smoke that you’re not.
The maker, the creator. There are a lot of people out there, perfectly fine and funny people anyone would be happy to count as friends. But they don’t make anything. They don’t add to the world above and beyond mere existence. You do. Constantly. Loudly. And as an extension of who you are.
Here’s looking at you… This one is trickier too, remembering conversations we’ve had about some of the underlying motivators of your style, the story you tell with the things and trappings you surround yourself with, but this is about everyone else. And what you give. And your style is, somehow both comforting and challenging. You make it okay to set a bar higher, exercise more care and attention, take risks, and do things with thought behind them, with story, with meaning.
Your brain. I collect smart people. Almost exclusively. Among my friends is a scientist about to cure cancer with micro-technology, a guy who was courted by Intel when he was still in high school, and someones who can build a house and a bridge, respectively — and you, the things that you know, the encyclopedic reaches of your brain — and that it’s quite obvious you’ve courted this knowledge through your own curiosity, I consider you the smartest. Quickest. Top three at least, if that makes it easier to swallow.
You’re there for us. Shmaltzy sounding, but true. If you’re needed, you’ll drop everything for someone you barely know, nursemaid a drunk roommate, move your brother and sister to a better place, return a text when one is needed most. Because that’s it. Of all the wonderful things you ARE, they’re the things you give us. With wild abandon.

So happy your birthday to us. All the candles in the world, and we couldn’t wish for better.