One More Salute to Vanity

IN WHICH WE NAME OUR GAME

When I'm feeling down, Whitney sends me old chats. In the following, she is "me" and I am "Drew," which I suppose I always am. We still haven't started that blog.
Drew: Good Slacks & A Sensible Blouse. We should start a blog and call it that.
me: kill me with Angela Lansbury
Drew: You love it
me: how about Bleach & Guns Like Lady Gaga in The Videophone Music Video Dot Com
Drew: That does not describe us
Drew: Get real
Drew: More like Stretch Pants with Sauce Stains
Drew: Bang Wars and Supercuts
me: Bang Wars in Bangalore
Drew: I Wash My Bangs in the Sink
Drew: Clean in the Front, Dirty in the Back
Drew: The Only Clean Article Of Clothing On My Person is My Underpants (Maybe)

Ireland, 1900’s. Autochrome photograph. From Albert Kahn’s The Archives of the Planet.

From Wikipedia:

In 1909 Kahn travelled with his chauffeur and photographer, Alfred Dutertre to Japan on business and returned with many photographs of the journey. This prompted him to begin a project collecting a photographic record of the entire Earth.

More here.

A Continuum Between the Two

Me: twin brains?
Whitney: you are my parasitic twin (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Parasitic_twin)
Me: I "maintain dominant development at the expense of the other."
Me: wait am I the opposite? Are you the dominant twin? That's just cold.
Whitney: we take turns
Me: okay perfect. What's your schedule like?
Whitney: this week? Wide open for sucking your blood.

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Kings Of Convenience - Free Fallin' (Tom Petty Cover)

Free Fallin’ by Kings of Convenience
Originally by Tom Petty

Mellow Monday jams, courtesy of those soothing Norwegians.

I wrote a piece about street food trends for my real-life grown up job. Have a look, won’t you?

Headed home from Minnesota this morning with many stories to tell.

Aluminum pleases the Lord.

Things are looking up in Minnesota.

Was just told my hair looked very Sound of Music. Hoping the day ends with crisp apple strudel and schnitzel with noodles; not Nazis.

In harmony with my previous post, a startling update to pigs in a blanket: chicken in a sleeping bag. Serve with a side of sinking monogamy.