Chuck Klosterman, “Football” from Eating the Dinosaur
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First and foremost: This went on my amazon wishlist today. I am a working adult that can afford to buy books and I still put things on my amazon wishlist for a year before I buy them impulsively. (See: Michael Ruhlman’s “Ratio”, which I just bought because I wanted free shipping on the $11 thing I bought.)
Second: I love Chuck Klosterman. I do. I know every pseudo-hipster loves Chuck Klosterman, but I love him for these things. The music banter becomes too much for me because I’m just not that good at it, but this is all for me. You wouldn’t look at me and think I’m much of a chest-bumper, but just wait until it’s five seconds to go and we’ve gotta make that Hail Mary or else and then OH SHIT DID HE SERIOUSLY DO THAT and it looks like his feet were out but then his feet WERE NOT OUT and we’re going to the championship. I will come at you like a freight train, because we just won. And that excitement, that unbridled passion for something that is ultimately inconsequential, that is what pushes me through those days when everything else seems to go wrong. The Mets winning the NL East, Andre Agassi playing his last game, Kansas beating North Carolina after losing to Bucknell and Bradley. I know that people who don’t follow sports think those of us who do follow them sound like idiots when we start talking like all this matters, but it matters to us. We’ve all got our stuff. Screaming “suck it” in a crowded bar is mine.
This transformation is just incredible. I still subscribe to New York Magazine, partially because I still love that city, but mostly because it’s $20 a year and their crosswords are fantastic and I really like their articles. I’m sure every neighbor who’s ever sorted my mail in San Francisco just hates me.
This week’s home design feature was brilliant. There are a couple that are just not my thing, but this one in particular keeps grabbing my thoughts. Take an old, boarded-up brownstone, and turn the second floor facade into a garage door that completely opens your home to the street in front of it? It’s a great way to interact with the space, and while it’s certainly unattainable for a whole lot of city-dwellers, it’s a fantastic solution to create a sense of outdoor space. Their astro-turfed back area is stunning as well.
Again, via AT.
In the year I owned a house, all I wanted to do was put a backsplash up. It was the first thing I thought of when I saw the kitchen. I went to trade shows, did entirely too much googling, ordered catalogs, the whole bit. I’m a long way away from having the liberty of tiling (I think you have to own a house for that), but I still fall in love with backsplashes. Someday, fictional future house. Someday.
This is the only thing I’m about right now. I am working like a fiend, which is amazing for my bank account, but is sort of taking some of my physical health away. So when I’m finally done at the office, I come home to this, and I stand here for about an hour. I improve my knife skills, I throw a little too much butter in a pan, I pour a slightly-too-large glass of wine, and I make this little space about me for as long as I can justify. We’ve all got our vices, I suppose, but right now? This is mine.
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Going through a pretty serious backgammon phase for about three months now. Love these.
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Today was sort of hard and trying, and it ended with my boss and I killing a bottle of wine in about 45 minutes, while still at the office. So you’ll have to excuse me if I come home and only want to look at bunnies snuggling with one another for, like, an hour.
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For all of my lack of belief in things unseen, sometimes this dude knocks me over.
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Yellow, and it’s lesser popularized cousin chartreuse, might be my least favorite color ever. Six years of design school/being a real life designer, and you won’t catch me dead using it.
That being said? I’m on a chartreuse kick. I’m planning a new painting and I want it to be chartreuse on dark blue. I want the damn chartreuse Beddinge sofa for my new living room. And then? I see this kitchen, and it’s all over. Chartreuse everywhere. It’s kind of all I want. It’s a good thing I already own a white Kitchenaid, because I swear I’d run out and buy one in a color I will get sick of in a month. But right now, by god, it’s the only thing I’m thinking about.
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Oh, man. I know I’m just moving into a new apartment, and I am easily a decade away from owning my own place that I can remodel at will, but CHRIST. I don’t even know where to start on how much I love this bathroom. The tub/shower with its super clean lines will be something I think about in every future bathroom I plan.
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Uh, Erin, this is for you. Obvs.
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18th & Mission in 1979. I lived half a block down the street from here when I first moved to San Francisco. I love the things that exist in that building now (The Corner, Weird Fish, Grand Mission), but I can’t help but wish I lived in this time, just a little bit.