What the hell, summer spell.

this too shall pass

Brad Walsh and Christian Siriano on Halloween

Dum Dum Girls - Catholicked

Dum Dum Girls is in this month’s NYLON (featuring as its cover girl the unknown indie actress Megan Fox). The blurb describes the music as sounding like Nirvana and the Ramones, which makes it clear that the author was thinking of this song and not, say, “Baby Don’t Go” (featured in this episode of I Love My Wife).

There’s something enchanting about a tune that’s equally poppy and haunting. That declaration that wraps up the chorus—“My sins are my own”—I feel it so deeply, without knowing what it means.

Gratuitous photo of yourself Wednesday

I tried to take a photo of myself looking genuinely happy but found that it didn’t translate. I guess in photos, I’m better at looking bored.

I have to open at work on Halloween but I like Día de los Muertos better anyway. Plans are to make pan de muerto with my friends Max and Kristyn, and also to buy and eat one of these chocolate skulls.

Queen - We Are the Champions

I just drafted a baby paper and found an advisor for my honors thesis today, WE ARE THE CHAMPIONS.

From The Onion, “New Anti-Smoking Ad Warns Teens ‘It’s Gay to Smoke.’” NSFW but who cares.

I can be nostalgic for things that happened 10 minutes ago. I can be nostalgic for right now.

This is a photo of me laughing with my friend Allison in 2006. What were we laughing about? What made us so happy? At the time I knew, but for the rest of my life I’ll never remember. Sometimes I think of lapses like these and feel a genuine sense of loss or mourning.

I feel the same thing when I think of my childhood or teenage expectations for the age I’m at right now. All those fantasies I had about the carefree life I would lead, knocked out cold by reality.

Herman Dune - Don’t Lie

The vocals make me think of The Weakerthans’ John K. Samson. The production and song structure make me think of the 90s/early aughts K Records roster.

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