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July 20th, 2004

drinking in the dark

urban's loveable boy types

as a public service, a compilation of available "everyone loves a ____ boy" shirts available for purchase at the Urban Outfitters website:

[+] jewish
[+] agnostic
[+] buddhist
[+] italian
[+] german
[+] puerto rican
[+] canadian
[+] irish
[+] asian
[+] latin
[+] fat
[+] frat
[+] rich
[+] blue collar
[+] southern
[+] nerdy

All are $24, except “Italian” which is on sale for $14.99. If I remember correctly, the Italian version, with the lowest product ID number, was the first of the series. Expect other versions as new hipster niche markets emerge. [urbn]
drinking in the dark

accuracy in t-shirts

My morning Urban Outfitters research left me wondering if thinflat would ever rollout Ellen's proposed redesign of the new jersey shirt [original, urbn]:
drinking in the dark

drink up trivia fans!

For those of you looking to spice up your evening spectation of the Ken & Alex show, Slate's surfergirl column proposes "Jeopardrink: the KenJen Edition"
The worse Ken does, the drunker you get. This structure satisfies both KenJen fans (who can regard their increasing inebriation as solace for their hero's downfall) and the anti-Ken contingent (who can jubilantly toast the demise of their foe).[slate]
Please remember to watch responsibly.
i am not a stuffed tiger.

olympic fever, or not.

For some mystery reason, I am subscribed to Esquire (see also: letting mail pile up for months). Month after month, it arrives thanks to the saints at HFS who have been tirelessly redirecting mail for a very long time. I don't mind. It's usually pretty decent to read on the bus and I can learn about how to match striped ties with striped shirts, but not to mix pinstriped suit jackets with other pants (this, I think, is a revision of previous policy).

Anyway, among the regularly interesting columns is "Chuck Klosterman's America."
This month, in "Boycott the Olympics, Save America" he rails against certainty and hometown pride:
As I grow older, I find myself less prone to have an opinion about anything, and I'm starting to distrust just about everyone who does. . . . All the world's stupidest people are either zealots, atheists, or ideologues. People used to slag Bill Clinton for waffling on everything and relying solely on situational pragmatism. As far as I'm concerned that was the single greatest aspect of his presidency. Life is fucking confusing. I don't know anything, and neither do you. [esquire]

That link up there is worthless. The article isn't even online for subscribers yet. If you want to read the whole thing, just go pick up a copy of the magazine -- Trump is on the cover -- at your local newsstand. It's only two pages (p. 62-65) and read it there. Or drop the $3.50 and learn how it feels to ___ and get a actual size print of Kerry's head.

I thought that the essay captured much of my personal philosophy, but now that I think about it I'm pretty much an atheist who likes to watch short term sporting events. Not because I love America (or team X), but because I don't have the attention span to follow a full season. Developing...
chair, apartment

daily digest (x2)

Last night I went to dinner with Tim, Whitney, and Chris(*2). We tried to go to 611 Supreme, but they're closed on Monday (just a FYI); so walked to Machiavelli (who are, for the record, closed Sundays). Monday night turns out to be a good one for going out to eat since it's extremely easy to get a table, even when the restaurant is pretty small and cute with good food that is not even slightly overpriced.

Later, we had dessert at Dilettante and sat on the sidewalk discussing whether Pioneer Square is scarier than Capitol Hill at night. Opinions segregated by place of residence. Though, overall, I think that it takes some effort to find places in Seattle that are genuinely fear-for-your-life sketchy.

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Today I worked at home, had the new exciting sandwich at Victrola, and went to the gym for yoga and general commitment to physical fitness activities. On the way home, I had my new favorite fresh juice concoction -- pear, lime, spirulina. However, I think I've exhausted my ambition and am mainly interested in staring at the walls trying to convince myself that it isn't actually hot in here (thus, keeping my clothes on).

Only in Seattle can 65 degrees at 10:30 be considered balmy. I think that my apartment has heat transfer issues that could be remedied by purchasing a fan.