Semper erit aestas.

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New York City.
The vestiges of my American youth.

"For him in vain the envious seasons roll
who bears eternal summer in his soul."
O.W.H.

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Tue Nov 3
"So if she has one hanging in her closet, you know she's dope as shit."

I’ve owned mine for four weeks and haven’t gone a day without wearing it.
Dirty? Yes.
Dope? As shit.

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Sun Nov 1

Halloween: By the numbers

tangledupinblonde:

* (47) Wrong turns on my way to find a subway that wasn’t completely blocked off

* (Innumerable) rain drops that pelted my costume and forced me to borrow (2) hairstyling tools once at my destination

* At least (7) pictures I wish I hadn’t found myself in due to my wet hair

* (23) jokes involving continued close proximity to the cheese plate

* (1) Cracker Jack box attached to a cup of wine

* (700) near death experiences on the hip-hop rickshaw we, in an act of desperation, chose to ride across town. This resulted in (2) gauge marks left in my arm by Liz’s nails

* (Several) life lessons dropped by Jordan to us younger 20-somethings

* (3) Groups of trick-or-treaters in my building I hid from like the Halloween deadbeat that I am

* (86) “Meowwwwwwws” before the night was over

* (+/- 500 times) Kate the Julia Allison cab driver heard the line “Can I ride you?”

* (2) Boots with the fur…on

* (9) Open-palmed waves by Cary

* (10) much-needed hours of sleep I finally got last night after the insane-o week I had

* (1) distinct smell that will always remind me of walking through Halloween in Chelsea!

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This view takes first place on Marathon Sunday. New York, I love you!

This view takes first place on Marathon Sunday. New York, I love you!

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We’re watching the elites finish NYC from a sixteenth floor balcony on Central Park South. Here comes the men’s winner.

We’re watching the elites finish NYC from a sixteenth floor balcony on Central Park South. Here comes the men’s winner.

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Sat Oct 31
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The Beach Boys: “Surfin’ U.S.A.” (via)

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Fri Oct 30
Oh! And speaking of skating, here's a hot, reckless, and totally insane blast from the past, courtesy of that witty gent at A Time To Get. "West Side Story gone gnar"? Now that is rad.
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“ I hate your latest post. Hate. Hate. Hate. ‘Stay out of the meatpacking district’ is advice for skateboarding only? Pssh. That should be a general life rule. ZRL
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How to be a skater girl in New York City:

I’ve been shredding all over Manhattan for about six months now. When I began, I didn’t know grip tape from wheels, and I thought trucks were what my boyfriends drove in high school.  These days every time I pop into a friend’s apartment or our preferred brunch spot avec deck, I hear the same sweet song: “I want to learn!” Buddies, you now have no excuse not to join me on my next island cruise.

  • Find a veteran sk8r boy to show you the ropes. This will require about forty-five minutes of pushing yourself forward while gripping his arm and then two or three beers. (Bonus points if he asks you to brunch within the next 72 hours.)
  • When you know you’re ready to devote yourself (and your wallet) to the cause, get decked out. (Pun intended!) Head to Autumn in the East Village to build your board and endure some light mockery on behalf of the staff.
  • Invest in a pair of flat-soled sneaks. I swear by my Jack Purcells (as pictured above and paired this afternoon with a white matchstick jean and selvedge chambray shirt, both by J. Crew).
  • Fill your iPod with classic slacker jams. I listen to a lot of Sublime and Citizen Cope whilst weaving through traffic.
  • Now it’s time to hit the pavement! I taught myself how to skate in a straight line by following the white lines that border the bike trail along the West Side Highway.
  • Find a secluded spot to perfect those kick turns.
  • Stay out of the Meatpacking District. The cobblestones are not conducive to coasting, and it’s the only ‘hood where I have ever been embarrassed to be on my board. (The hostess was kind enough, however, to park it behind the bar at SoHo House.)
  • Skate with purpose. My favorite excuse for breaking out the board is to meet my girl friends for lunch, dinner, and happy hour dates. Since I always leave my apartment at the time I should be arriving at my destination, I have added incentive to skate really fast. The less time I have to worry about screwing up, the better I handle my wheels. It’s like shooting a free throw. Stop thinking.
  • Skate to the bars! Nothing, I repeat, nothing will make you and your gang of lady ruffians look cooler than hanging out with your board propped against the bar at your friendly, bro-centric, neighborhood watering hole. My preferred public house is Brother Jimmy’s. You’ll own the place without even trying (very hard).
  • Remember that despite the torn jeans, bloody palms, and scabby elbows, you are a total bad ass. There is nothing you can’t handle. You’re a girl on a skateboard in New York City!
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Baby, we were born to run.

Last year in the United States, 425,000 marathoners crossed the finish line, an increase of 20 percent from the beginning of the decade, Running USA says. [This Sunday] about 40,000 people will take part in the New York City Marathon.
The scientific evidence supports the notion that humans evolved to be runners. In a 2007 paper in the journal Sports Medicine, Daniel E. Lieberman, a Harvard evolutionary biologist, and Dennis M. Bramble, a biologist at the University of Utah, wrote that several characteristics unique to humans suggested endurance running played an important role in our evolution.
Most mammals can sprint faster than humans — having four legs gives them the advantage. But when it comes to long distances, humans can outrun almost any animal. Because we cool by sweating rather than panting, we can stay cool at speeds and distances that would overheat other animals. On a hot day, the two scientists wrote, a human could even outrun a horse in a 26.2-mile marathon.

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The sister and I text each other Little Richard lyrics on a regular basis.

The sister and I text each other Little Richard lyrics on a regular basis.

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Wed Oct 28
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SOUND OF SUMMER: Peter Bjorn and John: “Young Folks” (via)

This song reminds of that one afternoon
Spent in that one bar in Bay Ridge
On that one weekend in August of 2007.

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I MADE UP A JOKE!

  • Q: What do you call a pastry covered in spaghetti sauce that loves to play in the dirt?
  • A: A Ragu-muffin.
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DAILY DOSE OF SUMMER WATER. Via.

DAILY DOSE OF SUMMER WATER. Via.

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After reading...

hot4teacher:

THIS……I thought to myself, what the hell, why not run outside today?

I had a convo with Care this weekend and she disgraced me for running on the treadmill.  Yesterday at the gym, an older man asked if I didn’t feel comfortable running outside, he would be more than happy to run with me.  He is a serious runner, ex-Marine, everyone knows him at the local gym, so I know he’s legit.

I agreed, and today, we ran a six-mile route.

Lots of hills, lots of exposure, honks, waves, shout outs from cars driving by, and as I sprinted down McClelland across from the local hospital, I felt liberated.  What a great feeling to show off that I can run alongside of such a great runner, while it’s raining, and not look a bit distraught.

If you’re a runner, I definitely suggest it.

Well done Randolph, you inspired me to get off the treadmilll.

Were I able to go home for Christmas I would definitely drag Miss Maggie onto my secret muddy torture trails, but if she keeps up this Marine habit she may out-run me. Great work, girl!

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