Joe Montana was featured on Baseball Card Vandals today:
And nobody’s purchased the original yet!
The great debate!
I took a walk up into the hills with my SLF (special lady friend) and we took a route we hadn’t taken before and we discovered this ancient-looking stone monument at the top of a winding street that looked a little bit like a tomb to me but later we discovered that it was just the pedestal for a statue that isn’t there anymore and that the place is called Mount Olympus (Mount Olympus!) and it used to be kind of a big deal 100 years ago, visible from all over the city, but now it’s walled in by buildings but from the top of it, you can still see the city laid out below you with the house-speckled hills draped like bunting and the ships lolling at anchor out on the water spinning slowly as the tide shifts and a low gray brow of fog hovering over it all like the frayed edge of an old fashioned postcard and I have to say, yeah, I fucking love this place.
Read on for more pics and story.
Former local blogger (turned NYC-based blogger) Ramona (not pictured) tells us all about it:
Breaking up is so embarrassing now. Instead of the person just dying at 30 like they did on the Oregon Trail, they stay alive until like 70-plus, and you’re forced to know all about it because you are physically incapable of not looking at their and their friends’ and their coworkers’ social media accounts.
One night you have 16 glasses of sparkling wine and check his Instagram page online. What better time to maybe run across a picture of him laughing in front of a sunset than when you’re already overdosed on depressants? There is nothing you love more after a breakup than trying to make yourself feel great! You see that he spent at least part of his weekend at a beach. This seems wrong somehow, that he should still be alive. But when you double check the date stamp, it would appear that he is in fact still alive. Somehow, and you don’t think it’s just the Walden filter, his beach looks cooler and more intellectual than the one you yourself were at last weekend. The kind of place where everyone has seen the latest series at BAM and would never ask a guy who worked at The Paris Review how much he loved living in Paris. Well maybe it shouldn’t be called The Paris Review then! Maybe it should be called The New York Review?!
Read on for lots more, particularly Ramona’s profound conclusion.
A cute blast from the past courtesy of reader Ron:
This happened at the knockout back 2009/2010. A couple was going for it in the broom closet during debaser or booty or some crazy overfull party. The whole club was in on the action (they were naked from the waist down…right?) to the point to where they were in just about full view. I had a Canon pocket camera i used to carry everywhere and I managed to catch the action. Never thought about doing anything about the images. I’m going through a purge and I found my old memory cards and I found these gems among the other useless images I shot at that time.