Just this side of fabulous.

Facebook should rename this: People you fall short of knowing.

Post-Apocalyptic (Not Really) New York

A tree fell in front of 15 East.
Luckily it didn't damage the restaurant's windows—or, uh, the bike it fell on.

Union Square became a parking lot:


Trees fell in Union Square Park:

And no signage can keep people out of Washington Square Park:

7 p.m. Saturday Night, Downtown Manhattan, No People

Mysteriously, the 2 Dollar Jewelry store is the only place open.

This.

Union Square Before Hurricane Irene

This.

My life is complete, I've been quoted in the Daily Mail


Love, love, love: Chrissy & Sanket got married

RIP Jani Lane

EXT. The Fire Pit at Surf Lodge, 9 p.m. last night

Jarod: Blah blah blah
Danica: Blah blah blah, in college I was a linguistics major and...
Jarod: Wait, what did you say?
Danica: I was a linguistics major.
Jarod: Wait, I was a linguistics major.
Danica: Oh my god.
Jarod: Oh my god.

[Proceed to have really nerdy and enthusiastic discussion about syntax, information structure, IPA, and object permanence. At the fire pit. At Surf Lodge. On Saturday night. In Montauk. While everyone else is doing shots.]

This is what pugs must feel like when they see other pugs walking down the street.

Camp Alternative Apparel, Montauk 2011

Coverage TK on Racked.com Monday.

My First Eater Story

NYC/HEL

Yes, that would be Staten Island

"At the full moon in Aquarius on August 13 (at 21 degrees), you may travel again, this time to a place that would be much closer to home, perhaps within 200 miles. Neptune will be prominent, so you may choose a pretty spot near water. This full moon will be romantic and soft, for Neptune will carefully drop a veil over the weekend to create an enchanting time there." from Astrology Zone

Nine years

The first week I met Alex, 2000:

The last time I saw Alex, 2009:

Happiness is a fast boat to Tallinn

Oh My God I Miss You






"Observe Everything. Always think for yourself. Never let other people make important decisions for you." — from Bad News by Edward St. Aubyn