—) In the future, mothers will tell broken hearted kids that "There used to be plenty of fish in the sea. Then we got hungry."
—) The ocean is, like, 96% whale pee.
—) The salmon's favorite sexual position is dogfish style.
—) Each year, seagulls mistake over 1 billion pieces of trash for fish.
—) Sea cowboys rustle manatees.
—) The best natural defense for a fish is not being tasty.
—) Only really fucked up crabs celebrate birthdays with crab cakes.
—) Fat fish are terribly self-conscious because they have to see scales everywhere.
—) Russian squids just use pencils.
—) Frogs can live in or out of the water so they're known as biped curious.
—) There's no such thing as a flying fish, just very wet birds.
—) Sharks have three rows of teeth and four dangly things at the back of their throats. They give the worst blowjobs.
—) Many fish look down on sea urchins, rather than fixing the underlying economic disparities of the ocean.
—) Goldfish have a life expectancy of... that was it.
—) Killer whales are actually innocent, but they didn't get a fair trial because they're half black.
—) Male lobsters spend almost all their time chasing tail.
—) 13 whales successfully copulate with submarines every year, mistaking the evasive maneuvers for playing hard to get.
—) When surveyed, 84% of fish said they would rather swim in an entire ocean made out of delicious Sprite.
—) Shark Week jumped itself in 2010.
—) Octopus evolved specifically for group hugs.
[Fake editor's note: Alex has a B.A. in philosophy that he hasn't been using very much. To make his parents feel like they didn't waste $100k, he's going to occasionally answer big philosophical questions for us in a way that would make academics and educated people cringe. -Alex (in the 3rd person)]
The other night I didn't cheat on my fiancee in a dream. I was so close. The girl in my dream really wanted to do it with me and I said "I can't, I've already got a Megan." And dream-girl was like "She'll never find out." That's not great awake logic, but for a dream that should have been more than enough. I should have done it. Instead, I responded as I would have had the whole thing been real, and I remained unlaid for the rest of the dream.
I believe in ethics based on moral intuition. If something feels bad, that gives me valuable information about how it should be treated ethically. I also subscribe to the unnecessary complex tautology that if something makes me feel bad, abstaining from its opposite is a moral necessity.
Therefore, since I feel guilty for not having sex in my dream, it must be morally righteous to abstain from being faithful while I'm sleeping.
It is a bigger risk to become boring in our imaginations than to have them differ from our real world desires. While I would never want my fiancee to treat me like a thought criminal, she deserves better than to marry a thought square.
As such, any time I go for an entire night without having a sex dream, I need to apologize to my fiancee immediately upon waking.
Since I hate apologizing, I'm going to work on recognizing I'm dreaming while I'm dreaming. When a beautiful woman says "She'll never find out" I should respond with "You're probably right. And since I'm dreaming, even if she did find out, she'd probably just turn into my 3rd grade teacher and we'd ride off in a go kart and my mom would be disappointed I'm not a doctor."
We can all agree everything I've written in this blog has been funny. That's easy enough. But there has been some concern that it's all a bit too negative. "What do you actually like?" "What do you care about?" "What can you come out in support of?" These are questions people ask in the comments, even if they prefer to spell it "shut up, pussy."
A popular tech blogger even took a shot at people like me when she said the Internet was filled with "300 word snark-fests by junior reporters paid $12 a post." Hey! I'm paid WAY MORE than $12/post. But your point remains, I'm too snarky. It's time to turn down the neggy and turn up the possy. Here are 5 things I wholeheartedly support and endorse.
If squash had a motto it would be, "Squash: A friendly reminder that people are supposed to be miserable during the winter."
7:04 PM - 15 Oct 12
This tweet is perfectly constructed: the idea of squash having a motto is cute while the premise—attacking squash for tasting terrible—is right on. Plus, like all good tweets, there's a dark undertone posing the real possibility that humans aren't meant to be happy.
Daughter of the Blood is a miserable book, and this review excellently sums up the problems with it. Plus, it manages to be totally funny the whole time. Balls! Ha! The reviewer clearly has a sense of style that would be worth $12 for a 300 word blog post at least!
This concert review had several great insights into hip hop shows. It even includes a Teddy Ruxpin reference!
In future debates, the moderator should be able to tase candidates who talk after she tells them their time is up. #debates
7:28 PM - 16 Oct 12
The debates generated a lot of funny responses, but this is my favorite because it focuses on the main problem of the town-hall style debate: people talking over each other are hard to listen to. The only way to make debates less annoying is to force the candidates to actually follow the rules. Whoever this clever person is who tweeted this, really knows what he/she is talking about.
 This indefatigable blog post
Yes, this one. It's a masterful example of taking constructive criticism (occassionaly dressed up as petty insults from somebody who clearly didn't read the thing they're commenting on). It's also self-aggrandizing in a tongue-and-cheek way that is amusing and helpful to the author's career.
Please leave your responses in comments and I'll translate them into compliments in my head.
Here's one way to preemptively strike against attacks on your DIY Facebook modeling shots:
I try my best to keep my business dealings local but this craigslist ad from Atlanta, GA has some pretty great deals in it.
My name is Travis Broyles and I will do whatever* you want me to do for less money than whoever you are paying to do it now.
Below is a list of just some of the things I can do. I do want to stress that I DO ANYTHING so email me if your requested service is not listed here.
Things I Will Do For $5:
Stare at you for 5 minutes
Give a hug to the person of your choosing
Call you on the phone and seem genuinely interested for 10 minutes
Draw your face on a balloon
Sing Barenaked Ladies' "One Week" from memory to the best of my ability
6 minutes of copywriting
Things I Will Do For $10:
Write your new theme song
Sing your new theme song on your voicemail
Spin until I throw up or you lose interest
Rename your Pokémon
Host a conference call with you and a person that you've always thought was cool but never really got the chance to hang out with, you know?
12 minutes of copywriting
The list keeps going up a sliding scale including such options as "Star treatment for a month (I'll hide in bushes and take pictures of you)" and "Yell your name every time I wake up for the rest of my life". Before you get carried away, though, read the footnote that goes with that asterisk. Mr. Broyles will do almost anything:
*Prices and tasks are subject to negotiation. I will not murder or steal or perform a legendary murdersteal. No rapes, and the sex has to be unrelated to the payment, like "Oh, after you're done cutting those trees down, do you want some lemonade?" but the lemonade means sex, mostly.
h/t to Fuzzbee Plimpington
Last month I blogged about Michelle Williams as Marilyn Monroe in the new movie My Week With Marilyn. The general consensus was that you all thought she looked horrible—and well, kinda dead.
Fine. I think she looks gorgeous, but whatever. Maybe you'd prefer this duck, instead.
So what do you say, Blogtown? In the upcoming My Week with Marilyn, would you rather see Michelle Williams or this duck in the leading role?
As always the result of this poll is legally binding. Thanks Buzzfeed.
Crystal Ballroom—The New Pornographers, The Dodos, Imaad Wasif, 8 pm, $23-25, all ages
Dante's—Swingin' Utters, The Cute Lepers, My Life in Black & White, 9 pm, $12-14
Doug Fir—The Mynabirds, Celilo, Sean Flinn & The Royal We, The Physical Hearts, 9 pm, $8
Fernhill Park—The Quick & Easy Boys, 6:30 pm, free, all ages
Hollywood Theatre—Gulliver's Travels: Filmusik, 7 pm, $10-12, all ages
Mississippi Studios—Kaiser Cartel, Stephen Ashbrook, Josh Garrels, 9 pm, $8
Rotture—Superfest 2: Copy, Wampire, Fake Drugs, Hosannas, Strategy, Joey Casio, Rude Dudes, 7 pm, $8-12, all ages
Satyricon—Black Cobra, Howl, Lesbian, Nether Regions, Wizard Rifle, 8 pm, all ages
Wonder Ballroom—Built to Spill, Quasi, 9 pm, $20-23, all ages
Get more floor-lickin' music listings here.
It's a scary world. When I graduated college, I walked off the stage an into a crowd of friends, recent graduates, who were still looking for work. But there have to be jobs somewhere....
And there are, and all you have to do is sell out a little bit. If you're up for something mindless, exhausting and relatively well-paying, I found that the Netflix call center in Hillsboro has an average of 60 open jobs at all times, with no experience required (at least that's what they tell me.)
At Netflix, enthusiastic-sounding people (that could be you!) talk to Netflix customers about their issues. According to a friend of mine who used to work there, “The workers there were essentially in two camps: those who hated the job, and those who worked harder to hide their hatred for their job.”
The fun thing about the Netflix center is that many of the calls have nothing to do with Netflix. There is a certain percentage of callers that want help with their account or the Netflix website, but some call in with tangentially related issues. Perhaps your DVD player is broken. Perhaps your computer isn’t connected to the Internet, or your web connection is ungodly slow. Your problem can be Netflix’s problems thanks to a conveniently published customer service phone number.
If you're in the neighborhood, it might be worth it to stumble over to a yard sale/benefit going down at BroadArts, now through the evening, especially if you are in the market for specialty items like a portable stage, say, or a freezer vendor cart. It's going down at 2006 NE 50th, and you can also paw through costumes and props, books and CDs, furniture, holiday decorations ("from tiki to Christmas"), and more. Plus the money will go to help out the non-profit, which uses live theater to show support for women and minorities, so you can get some warm fuzzies with your cheap finds. Great job, you.
I recently took a tumble that involved a staircase and a complete lack of grace which resulted in a "severe sprain" on both sides of my ankle, a space boot/cast thing, crutches and some much needed Percocet. YES!
I generally avoid prescription drugs, instead opting for whatever hippie bullshit DIY remedies I can find on WebMD (because it's cheaper, not because my body is my temple), but today I am chasing the dragon on coffee and Percocet and feeling exactly like this:
I LIKE MY STUFF!
I predict sobbing and awkward confessions within the hour.
Experts warned that a tsunami could strike anywhere in the Pacific, and Hawaii could face its largest waves since 1964 starting at 11:19 a.m. (4:19 p.m. EST, 2119 GMT), according to Charles McCreery, director of the Pacific Tsunami Warning Center.
Tsunami waves were likely to hit Asian, Australian and New Zealand shores within 24 hours of the earthquake. The U.S. West Coast and Alaska, too, were threatened.
From the AP:
A tsunami warning — the highest alert level — was issued for Hawaii, where emergency officials planned to wake residents with sirens alerting them to the impending waves. Even before daybreak, lines formed at supermarkets with residents stocking up on water, canned food and batteries. Cars lined up 15 deep at several gas stations.
The first waves were expected at 11:19 a.m. Saturday (4:19 p.m. EST). Most Pacific Rim nations, awaiting further data, did not order evacuations but advised people in low-lying areas to be on the lookout.
Ecuadorean President Rafael Correa told the Ecuavisa channel that a tsunami has passed the Galapagos Islands, causing a swell but no damage.
Unlike other tsunamis in recent years, emergency officials along the Pacific have hours to prepare and possibly evacuate residents.
More on the American relief effort to Chile here. Careful if you go to the coast today!
So I just wanted to remind you guys that SketchySantas.com posts new pictures daily.
(Thanks for the link, ROM. It's the best thing since "Hamster on a Piano.")
This post was originally going to be titled "Notable Openings," and the first thing on the list was going to be "your mom," but I decided against that and instead wrote it in the first graph here, as if that might absolve me for saying mean things about your mom—it totally does not.
Anyway. Here are a few things that I’ve recently neglected to post anything about.
Olympic Provisions [107 SE Washington] is open:
We reported on the charcuterie retail joint, snack shop, and wine bar awhile back. It’s up and running with USDA certification and everything. Will it be our answer to Seattle’s Salumi? Let’s watch and find out…
Pok Pok [3226 SE Division] Expands the Whiskey Soda Lounge:
To a spot right across the street. To update Courtney's previous post: The spot is indeed open. Last few times I’ve driven by, it’s looked packed. The good thing here is that there will be less waiting around in the cold for a table at Pok Pok. Also, you’ll be able to munch on some lovely nibbles while you wait, and drink, and wait.
The New Genoa [2832 SE Belmont]:
It’s also just opened. It’s expensive, to be sure. There are some initial positive reviews about the spot. I’ll get there eventually.
Not able to get in to Genoa? Try the accompanying venture, Accanto, which is attached. Probably a bit less pricey, a bit more down to earth. Check it out. Tell me what you think.
Garden State On the Move
The popular Sellwood cart has decided to move to another, supposedly more friendly, spot in a parking lot up the street after the landlord allegedly turned off their power on suspicion they might be harboring space heaters. According to cart owner Kevin Sandri, they were harboring a space heater in the storage shed to keep their goods from freezing in 17 degree weather. However, turning off the power to the cart and changing the lock on the breaker box (which Sandri alleges) seemed a bit extreme to the cart owner. "Thank god these things have wheels," he told us.
Sandri will be closing the cart for the month of January to focus on opening a second location at the Mississippi Marketplace cart pod.
[UPDATE! Mark Ross Gearhart of Sellwood Corner LLC has written to say that this story is factually incorrect. We're waiting to hear more of his side of the story, and will update you when we do.]
Wine Down Moving On As Well:
When Wine Down opened seven years ago, 28th Ave was far from the culinary destination it has become today, and Stuart Herold was cooking his menu with camping stoves. Still, it didn’t matter, the dream he had while serving on the USS Portland was finally a reality.
Today, the dream is to keep his business alive. After putting years of work into the venture, building a kitchen, a loyal clientele, and an impressive collection of wines, Herold claims he is being evicted by his landlord, who hopes to open a restaurant of some sort in the space. Herold will be out by the end of the year.
The eviction comes after years of alleged lease problems and a turnover in building ownership. It’s enough to make someone give up. But Herold has a fighting spirit. He’s found a new space and an interesting concept, now all he needs is a bit more cash. That’s why he’s planning on selling shares in the new venture via paypal:
Once you purchase a Gift Certificate you will then become a "shareholder" and you will be presented with a Gift Certificate for our next place. For every GC you purchase you will receive 20% more. For example, if you buy a $50 GC you'll get $60 worth, buy $100 GC and get a certificate worth $120. Think about it, if we can get a 200 to 300 customers to buy a one hundred dollar Gift Certificate we can keep Wine Down alive and you can be a part of it.
I don't know what the fuck to do with this, but for some reason, I feel like it needs to be seen. Via some press release I just received:
Crystal, star of Night at the Museum: Battle of the Smithsonian, makes friends with Karl Rove on Fox and Friends in celebration of the Blu-ray and DVD release on 12/1.
Do with this information what you will.
So how was your weekend? Mine blew chunks. First, Friday afternoon I come down with some fucking head cold. "IT'S NOT SWINE FLU," my boyfriend tells me every time I ask, BUT HOW WOULD HE KNOW? He's not qualified to rule out swine flu. He's not a doctor, you know, even if he does play one during certain role-play scenarios that I'm not allowed to write about, per his you-can't-write-about-our-sex-life fatwa. (He's actually not into medical role-play scenes; I only tossed that out there to throw snoopers off the scent. He's an adult baby.)
Okay. By yesterday afternoon I thought I was feeling well-ish enough-ish to get out of bed-ish and go see Zombieland with my son—his first R-rated movie, my first zombie flick since Sean of the Dead—but I was wrong. Modern zombie movies are loud and pounding headaches are fickle. You think it's nearly gone and then it comes roaring back when you trust your skull to the magic that is Dolby Surround Pound Whatever. (So how did that loud R-rated zombie flick work out for the kid? I'm pleased you asked: Zombieland wasn't all that violent, except for that scene where the zombie clown is dispatched with a sledge-hammer blow to the head. I empathized with the zombie clown. No sex, no boobies, thoroughly cartoonish gore. Zombieland wasn't a problem—the preview for Saw XXXXVIII, on the other hand, was extremely problematic.)
Came home from Zombieland, crawled back in bed, and only just got up to discover that... it's beautiful outside. And I'm too ill to go outside and enjoy it. Sick in the head, sick in the stomach—which is interfering with the work I brought home with me this weekend: writing up the short synopses for HUMP! films [GET YOUR TICKETS FOR THE PORTLAND SCREENINGS, WHICH I'M HOSTING, NOW], which requires me to watch some of these videos again... which are stacked up next to the bed... but I'm not in right place—I'm already nauseous—to watch HUMP! films or write up HUMP! films.
So I decide to read the paper, which the boyfriend left outside the bedroom door before taking off to enjoy the day with the kid. And I feel all miserable and dehydrated and hotzone and I'm feeling really sorry for myself and then I read this:
Stephanie Smith, a children’s dance instructor, thought she had a stomach virus. The aches and cramping were tolerable that first day, and she finished her classes. Then her diarrhea turned bloody. Her kidneys shut down. Seizures knocked her unconscious. The convulsions grew so relentless that doctors had to put her in a coma for nine weeks. When she emerged, she could no longer walk. The affliction had ravaged her nervous system and left her paralyzed.
What was wrong with Ms. Smith? She ate a hamburger.
The frozen hamburgers that the Smiths ate, which were made by the food giant Cargill, were labeled “American Chef’s Selection Angus Beef Patties.” Yet confidential grinding logs and other Cargill records show that the hamburgers were made from a mix of slaughterhouse trimmings and a mash-like product derived from scraps that were ground together at a plant in Wisconsin. The ingredients came from slaughterhouses in Nebraska, Texas and Uruguay, and from a South Dakota company that processes fatty trimmings and treats them with ammonia to kill bacteria.
And those scraps and ammonia-soaked mash are supposed to be tested for E. coli contamination... but aren't. Because some slaughterhouses won't sell meat to grinders that test for E. coli. And that's not illegal because the U.S. Department of Agriculture "allows grinders to devise their own safety plans." Sounds like a plan. And meat processors don't want to test for E. coli because, if it's found, that could trigger a recall. So lots of ground beef is only tested for fecal contamination when it reaches the mouths of American consumers: if someone gets sick, and if the illness can be traced back to a hamburger, then we'll do the recall.
Anyway. I'm glad I don't eat ground beef... very often. And I'm glad my kid doesn't... very often. And I'm no longer feeling sorry for myself, but rather feeling sorry for Ms. Smith.
And you know what? If we're not gonna have universal health care then we need an uncontaminated food supply. If we're going to have a contaminated food supply, then we need universal health care. But no health care and a contaminated food supply really seems like a bad plan. But I'm all hopped up on Theraflu, so... what do I know?
In this week’s edition of Science, an international team of scientists describes a new, diminutive precursor to the more familiar Cretaceous giants. It was discovered in approximately 130-million-year-old rocks in China. They have named it Raptorex kriegsteini.
At first glance you could be excused for thinking that Raptorex was the juvenile stage of one of the later tyrannosaurids. At only about 10 feet long, it had long, gracile legs, a slender-looking head, a large eye socket, and ridiculously small forelimbs which terminated in claws. While it was not quite a fully mature individual, it was not the juvenile stage of an already-known dinosaur. It was something scientists had never seen before, one that can tell us much about how its giant cousins evolved.
When a 25 year old French guy dropped the Mercury a line and asked if we'd be interested in talking to him about his hitchhiking tour around the world, I thought he was lying. But Frenchman Jeremy Marie has an elaborate binder of maps and photos of himself on camels and boats and he has a website, too, so as far as I can tell he's telling the truth. In 2007 Jeremy embarked on a project to travel around the world while paying $0 for transportation. Two years later he's made it to Portland via Mexico, Central America, Cape Town, Ethiopia, the Middle East and Southern Europe (in reverse order). Here's a condensed and edited interview with the expert couchsurfer.
Were you ever surrounded by sharks?
No. Sea lions, dolphins but I was never lucky enough to see a shark.
Have you had any trouble getting rides in the U.S.?
When I cross the border from Mexico to Texas, I tried to get to San Antonio and it took three days. The area was grass and dry and I was tired. I found lifts, but it was only one mile, two mile. The thing of my project is to show that there are good people in every country. In Texas, the good people are more difficult to find.
Five more questions below the cut.
Hat tips to WTFoodge!
It's the kind of place where an old couple can run a roadside store called Cooterville.
Which itself is the kind of place where creepy ceramic unicorns go to die.
Our intern Rachael is having quite a tough time this summer, having taken off on a two-week trip around Europe. Because we pay her nothing, we insisted she continue to blog from abroad. Here’s her first post.
In Portland, I'm used to being accosted by skinny hipster kids asking for money to save the trees, save the children, save the ocean, save music in schools, save their mother. And when I lived in Florence as an exchange student last year, I got used to being accosted by other American kids passing out flyers for clubs, parties, and pub crawls. But last night, sitting on the patio of my favorite bar in Florence, I experienced something new. What they were peddling, I wasn't expecting.
The pouring rain had stopped, and sipping on my Martini Bianco, I was enjoying watching all the designer Italian shoes walk by. I noticed two pairs of identical shiny black pumps authoritatively walk up to a group of young men on the patio. I looked up. Two women with shiny black dresses and shiny black hair were giving some sort of spiel to the boys. Clearly they were taken in. Italian men are famous for their drooling over lovely women, so I would expect nothing less than full-on ogling when two thin, beautiful women wearing tight, shiny black everything approach them. Shiny black haired girl number one reached into her shiny black patent leather bag and passed around some little boxes. Smiles all around. The women moved onto another group.
What was going on? No flyers, no petitions, no exchange of money. I watched a few minutes longer until they hit up my table.
more after the jump!
Today as I was frantically searching for something interesting to post about, I found something even better: Harrison Ford.
The above web ad was so compelling, that even though I had no idea what Mr. Ford was supporting, I had to pause... “Wait. Harrison Ford supports it? The Harrison Ford? Then, you’re right, there is absolutely no reason I should not support this "it" you speak of. After all… 1.2 million jobs? Why, that’s a completely disassociated number that I can totally stand behind!”
Turns out that “actor, pilot” Harrison Ford is supporting general aviation and a petition that asks congress to re-think “a poorly conceived user fee plan.” I’m assuming that general aviation is all the aviation outside of big commercial and military aviation, and likely includes ultra-lights, para-gliders, and these guys…
You bet I’ll sign that petition. But that’s not the important part. The important part is that this web ad is so compelling, and so powerful, it could be used for just about anything. Check it.
This is a dress made of meat. Yes, actual meat. It was built by Jia Jem as a one time costume meant to be a riff on Meatwad from Aqua Teen Hunger Force. Some might balk at Jem’s use of meat in fashion. But that could all be solved by Harrison Ford:
See? Problem solved. In fact, you look into the sweet, soulful eyes of that sainted man and you think to yourself: “Give me a pattern and 50 pounds of sirloin. I’m making a freakin’ meat gown!”
Let’s try another example!
This is the amazing work of
Slovania’s Slovenia's only jazz choir Perpetuum Jazzile. It’s hard to imagine that there would be anyone out there who would not enjoy the vocal stylings of Perpetuum Jazzile, especially after reading this sentence from their web page:
Happy faces give us energy and confirm that we are devoted to what we do with our hearts and souls.
But some people just don’t dig Toto, or jazz choirs. I’d like those people to consider the following:
You see? Now, aren’t you ready to watch that again? Not only watch it again, but move to
Slovania Slovenia to join Perpetuum Jazzile, or at least follow them on their next tour? I know you are.
Thank you, Mr. Ford.
So, I spent last week in London. And apparently I need to keep my eyes out of the gutter and start paying more attention to the world around me because I missed two things that would have been very high on my To Do list.
(1) Walk-in cocktail opens in London
It's a bar filled with gin and tonic vapors, that's decorated like a cocktail - giant straws and limes, and a soundtrack of liquid being poured over ice-cubes. For £5 you can wear a protective suit and breath to your hearts desire. Can you imagine getting tipsy off of breathing booze, then being surrounded by unproportionately sized straws and citrus? I don't think having a water sound would be too good either...but then again you're not drinking anything, so would you still need to pee?
(2) Beyonce Single Ladies Flash Dance in Piccadilly Circus
Slightly obsessed with this dance, my heart hurt when I found out I missed this jaw-dropping event. 100 leotard-clad women broke out into the dance Monday afternoon to promote Beyonce's upcoming show, sponsored by Trident. I can only imagine how confused the thousands of tourists in Piccadilly were, I bet their faces were priceless.
The above picture comes from a Tumblr blog called Look at this fucking hipster.
So I did! I looked at this fucking hipster. And I laughed! I can't believe nobody has thought to make fun of these "hipster" things before and even so...well it never gets old does it? Or doesn't it? I DON'T KNOW ANYMORE.*
(It is 100 degrees with 300% humidity in San Francisco and I am breathing a mixture of liquid hell and leftover thong/pot dust from the 420 parties held on Castro yesterday. This blogger is a little...um...addled.)
Anytumblr...hipsters! What a neat word. It sounds like fun in my mouth.
Again I find myself wishing there was an "Inspiration" category for the blog, because today I was alerted to MODELFEED (tag line: "not made up"). It's basically just like Blogtown except if it were written by beautiful barely legal globetrotting models, and instead of tags like "News" there were tags like "Confessions." The pictures are good, the videos even better (everything from a model practicing the ukelele in her underwear to footage of an obscure thrift store one of them discovered in Stockholm), but the writing is the best.
Sample post titles:
"How to Shoot A Bikini"
"Yum! Dim! Sum!"
Sample opening lines:
"I spent my 18th birthday half in New York.. and half in London."
"Saying I love tea is a complete understatement."
"I am so all about nutrition and diet."
Just be careful, it's awful addictive.
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