👞 Even if you think you have a lot of friends or know a lot of people, in the grand scheme of things, you really don’t get that many true friends in your life. You just don’t. I think we all instinctively know this, even when admitting it feels cruel. …

You remember how fucking magical closets were as a kid? Didn’t need to be a big closet or a fancy closet. It could just be a tiny coat closet or a small pantry. Double sliding hollow doors, or a thick old door with a mirror attahed. Didn’t really matter. It was a closet. It held power. Your parent’s closet, especially…

My grandfather, Pasquale ‘Pat’ Castaldo, anytime after 1991, would ask me every single time I’d see him, if I lived anywhere near Walla Walla. “Patrick,” he’d start in, “Walla Walla, Washington — you live near there?” I was living in Olympia at the time — a little over five hours…

What a difference two years makes. Last time I wrote about Sean Tejaratchi’s amazing Crap Hounds, it was to talk about how the numbering worked. How issue #6 was actually #1, how #9 contained both #2 and #3, and how, technically, issue #10 was a book and not an issue at all. It was a mess…

I just got the text and like so many of my friends, didn’t actually believe it. I was instantly back in my apartment above Drees, hearing him call up, “Pat! Pat!” to the open window, holding a 12-pack of whatever was on sale at Safeway. “I’ll come down and open…

I went to the VA Nursing home last month, my entire extended family did, to celebrate my Grandmother’s 100th birthday. She’s a “tough old broad” — her words, not mine. She’s in full possession of her faculties, and able to zip around the home faster than anyone. My grandmother was…

All issues of the seminal graphic design magazine by Sean Tejaratchi are now back in print for the first time ever. Established in 1994, Crap Hound is the seminal mixture of social commentary and somewhat overindulgent graphic design zine edited and designed by Sean Tejaratchi. …

Okay, it’s not really me. And it’s not really my friend. But when my friend (who looks uncannily like the little spoon) sent it to me, I couldn’t stop laughing, it is us. I haven’t been able to identify the artist yet, but I love the work, and love that entire advertising panels in Swedish subways are dedicated to art like that. UPDATE: It’s Liv Strömquist’s work. Detailed here: https://www.theguardian.com/cities/2017/nov/02/enjoy-menstruation-subway-stockholm-art-row-liv-stromquist

Three years after I decided to go electric, I turned it in at the end of the lease. I liked this car. I liked it alot. I had leased it instead of buying it because electric cars were on the verge of the affordable 200-mile range barrier, and I wanted…