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Tommy Guerrero’s Legend Award Video

Monday, May 6th, 2013

Pretty much a whole bunch of awesome in there. I think I’m going to go watch Animal Chin now.

This is your brain on Tommy G.

Wednesday, May 1st, 2013

Jeff Frane apparently runs the blog over at bikejerks.com in addition to working at All-City Cycles and putting on quasi-illegal “bandit cross” races. I kind of want to live like that.

He did an awesome restoration of a 1989 Schwinn Madison that he got from a friend of his. He left the bare metal, scratches, etc. on the bike, instead of repainting or recoating it. About that decision, he said this:

Every scratch has a story. Remember to embrace them and not be a whiny bitch about it, they’re the life the bike has lead and they are beautiful. While you’re at it, remember to feel the same way about your own body, embrace the scars, the crow’s feet, the smile lines. Baby you were there.

Fucking a, Jeff, fucking a.

This is your brain on bikes.

the soundtrack to my day.

Monday, October 15th, 2012

Juliana Hatfield – Universal Heartbeat


And yeah, damn right Claire fucking Danes is in that Soul Asylum video.

Now, turn this motherfucker up.

This is your shitty stereo on Hogs. You’re welcome.

dive bar.

Friday, September 14th, 2012

I’m lucky enough to have had a local dive bar to drink at since, oh, before I was 21. Some people, it turns out, are not that lucky. My friend Megan, who hasn’t blogged at the blog I just linked in over three years, despite the fact that she’s an amazing writer, was recently married and moved to Australia. Now, you’d think, living in one of the larger cities down under, there would be a plethora of dive bars available to her in which she could make her drinking home. This, as it turns out, is not the case as she so eloquently posted on her Facebook page that she’d found a dive bar.

I asked, “It took you this long?” This was her reply…

Yes Hogs. Yes. Drinking here is a totally different game. A lovely game, but I was so excited to find this place, as it is lit by the flourescent glow of a single flickering neon sign on one end, and the faded light from bottle-filled coolers behind the bar. The non-descript rock n’ roll playing is just loud enough to cocoon each reveler in her own invisible booth, making the inevitable annoying hipster convos happening all around just disappear into the batter of the incredible (and shockingly accurate) deep-fried pickles. The bar peeps are unobtrusive and available for a chat, but know that they aren’t center stage here. No, the star of the show is one’s own failed dreams and hopes, sinking under the heady waves of a well-chosen local brew. Domestic longnecks (which mean something else completely on this side of the world) are available should you want them. The only thing missing is the sickly sweet stench of cigarettes and spilled pints, forever etched into the soul of bars lucky enough to have existed before the scourge of smoking bans of the ‘aughts. This place is six weeks old, the walls are bare, just waiting for a motley collection of foreign currency and license plates to clutter the vertical lines. Hogs. I’m in love.

I figure, if she’s not going to post stuff to her blog anymore, then I’ll post stuff she writes to my blog. Besides, I figured what she wrote was so gorgeous that it had to be shared with more than just the people she’s friends with on Facebook.

This is your brain on dive bars and beautiful prose.

tempus fugit.

Friday, September 7th, 2012

This is your brain on the past, I guess.

2012 Mercedes-Benz SL63 AMG

Thursday, June 14th, 2012

In an article in the July 2012 issue of Car & Driver, Daniel Pund says of the 6.2-liter, naturally aspirated engine in the outgoing SL63:

Indeed, so good was the 6.2-liter that AMG engineers get wistful just talking about it, even in front of the meddling, judgmental press. Goodness, was it a lusty thing with perfectly linear power delivery, immediate throttle response, and an exhaust snarl that would cause wolverines in neighboring states to believe they’d heard the voice of their God.

Pretty much sounds perfect to me.

This is your brain on Hogs.

double racist grandma

Tuesday, March 6th, 2012

How to make a double racist-grandma:

2 parts whiskey
1 part lemon juice
2 parts seltzer
2 healthy dashes of bitters

stir and pour over ice

racist grandma

regret your decision

baby i’m a dreamer, found my horse and carriage.

Friday, February 10th, 2012

if i had a gun.

Thursday, February 2nd, 2012

This…

Inspired by this…

This is your brain on the Dead Milkmen.

andrew in drag.

Thursday, February 2nd, 2012

New video from the Magnetic Fields, Andrew in Drag, probably NSFW, unless you work somewhere really cool.

This is your brain on Stephin Merritt.