My favorite part about pulling all nighters, whether for school or otherwise,

is how f*cking confused I’m going to be when I wake up in 90 minutes.

MOAR.

MOAR.

Anonymous asked: I graduate in two weeks. I read your goodbye piece to Ann Arbor when I was a freshman here, and I wanted to go back and read it again and probably cry, but I can't find it. Is it gone? Can you bring it back?

Hello! What a terrific question to find in my ask-box! The post you are referring to is located here. If you are someone I know, hooray for you! Congrats on graduating! If you are not someone I know, hooray for you nonetheless. Squeeze all the life out of these next two weeks!

Marty

6/30

These chat maps make me happy and sad at the same time.

These chat maps make me happy and sad at the same time.

No. Big. Deal.

No. Big. Deal.

My dad sent me this picture of my grandparents the other day. I like it a lot.

My dad sent me this picture of my grandparents the other day. I like it a lot.

MAYBE.

MAYBE.

Huffington Post is trying out some serious reverse-psychology linkbait.
"What is it that I wouldn’t be surprised to read? I better read and find out so that I will be disappointed!"
EDIT: It gets worse. Seriously.

Huffington Post is trying out some serious reverse-psychology linkbait.

"What is it that I wouldn’t be surprised to read? I better read and find out so that I will be disappointed!"

EDIT: It gets worse. Seriously.

THE PERFECT CURE FOR A CASE OF THE MONDAYS, courtesy of the Keystone State.

THUMP.

Girl Talk & Freeway (Feat. Waka Flocka Flame) - “Tolerated”

LOOK! Substance!!!
So I am updating this thing again. Pulled a total MJ/Jay-Z and unretired my ass. I don’t have a good reason for returning other than I stopped taking pictures once I stopped updating this and I really enjoy taking pictures to document my life so now I have an excuse to do that again. Thus, the last ten posts were pretty much all “art” from the last couple of weeks. As a bonus, not too many people I encounter on a regular basis seem to have noticed that I am updating again which means I can enjoy the strange anonymity that comes with only showing things to two hundred (actuall 199) strangers rather than anyone I actually know. This has been an introductory paragraph.
Now it is time for a story. Last week was spring break and I used the time off to revisit the place that broke me down and built me back up: Philadelphia. I had been vowing to return for months but never actually followed through for a myriad of reasons. The trip itself was a blast and actually involved a couple days in D.C. at the beginning, as well as two nights in Atlantic City later in the week. I took Amtrak’s Cardinal train which took a very strange but beautiful route through West Virginia, and I got to travel with my ladyfriend/favorite drinking buddy. We saw countless historical sites, tried dozens of craft beers, and walked what likely amounted to 50 miles by the end of the trip. It was great.
For me, the best of the trip was being able to drag said ladyfriend across the City of Brotherly Love and pointing to things and saying “that’s where I lived,” “that’s where I drank beers,” “that’s City Hall, the tallest all stone structure in the world,” “this is a bar that allows dogs,” “that’s my favorite mural,” “that’s the bartender I used to hit on,” “this is where I came out of a blackout this one time,” etc. I had told her all these stories many times over in the past, but I think standing outside my favorite bakery as I described the quality of their tomato pie lended something extra to the story. 
In addition to showing the lady the sites, I got to show her nearly all the people who made my AmeriCorps experience so incredible, including another former VISTA, Greg. The text exchange excerpted above was from my first night back in Philly and I don’t know that anyone will fully appreciate Greg’s deadpan humor the way I do but I can confidently say that a homeless woman falling over and having a seizure as we were about to get on the El was indeed the most “welcome to Philadelphia” message I could ever hope to receive.I don’t have much more to add here other than yes, I did as much Eagle Scout first aid as the SEPTA employees would let me and yes the paramedics were called. 
Also: I cannot wait to return.

LOOK! Substance!!!

So I am updating this thing again. Pulled a total MJ/Jay-Z and unretired my ass. I don’t have a good reason for returning other than I stopped taking pictures once I stopped updating this and I really enjoy taking pictures to document my life so now I have an excuse to do that again. Thus, the last ten posts were pretty much all “art” from the last couple of weeks. As a bonus, not too many people I encounter on a regular basis seem to have noticed that I am updating again which means I can enjoy the strange anonymity that comes with only showing things to two hundred (actuall 199) strangers rather than anyone I actually know. This has been an introductory paragraph.

Now it is time for a story. Last week was spring break and I used the time off to revisit the place that broke me down and built me back up: Philadelphia. I had been vowing to return for months but never actually followed through for a myriad of reasons. The trip itself was a blast and actually involved a couple days in D.C. at the beginning, as well as two nights in Atlantic City later in the week. I took Amtrak’s Cardinal train which took a very strange but beautiful route through West Virginia, and I got to travel with my ladyfriend/favorite drinking buddy. We saw countless historical sites, tried dozens of craft beers, and walked what likely amounted to 50 miles by the end of the trip. It was great.

For me, the best of the trip was being able to drag said ladyfriend across the City of Brotherly Love and pointing to things and saying “that’s where I lived,” “that’s where I drank beers,” “that’s City Hall, the tallest all stone structure in the world,” “this is a bar that allows dogs,” “that’s my favorite mural,” “that’s the bartender I used to hit on,” “this is where I came out of a blackout this one time,” etc. I had told her all these stories many times over in the past, but I think standing outside my favorite bakery as I described the quality of their tomato pie lended something extra to the story. 

In addition to showing the lady the sites, I got to show her nearly all the people who made my AmeriCorps experience so incredible, including another former VISTA, Greg. The text exchange excerpted above was from my first night back in Philly and I don’t know that anyone will fully appreciate Greg’s deadpan humor the way I do but I can confidently say that a homeless woman falling over and having a seizure as we were about to get on the El was indeed the most “welcome to Philadelphia” message I could ever hope to receive.I don’t have much more to add here other than yes, I did as much Eagle Scout first aid as the SEPTA employees would let me and yes the paramedics were called. 

Also: I cannot wait to return.

No one has ever taken this picture before.

No one has ever taken this picture before.

Memphis, TN.

Memphis, TN.

chicagoscreenshots:

Maine North High School, aka “Shermer High School”, as seen in The Breakfast Club (1985)
Today is the 30th anniversary of the day that the movie took place, "Saturday, March 24th, 1984…"

HBD2ME

chicagoscreenshots:

Maine North High School, aka “Shermer High School”, as seen in The Breakfast Club (1985)

Today is the 30th anniversary of the day that the movie took place, "Saturday, March 24th, 1984…"

HBD2ME