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aryon asked: you coming to the surfer blood show on monday? I'll be theeeeerrrrrreeeee!

Why not? Send me details!

fuckyeahjohnnyweir:


(via maybeyouvebeenbrainwashedtoo)
Another “WHAT IS GOING ON IN THIS PHOTO” moment ^^

fuckyeahjohnnyweir:

(via maybeyouvebeenbrainwashedtoo)

Another “WHAT IS GOING ON IN THIS PHOTO” moment ^^

American Mortals

American Mortals

DID YOU HEAR TED LEO IS PLAYING THE TERRORDOME SATURDAY NIGHT? NO, I DON’T THINK IT’S BEEN TWEETED/REBLOGGED/FACEBOOKED ENOUGH. LET ME SHARE THAT INFO AGAIN WITH YOU.

Snow Day: 

Top floor of Tuttleman
Snow Day:

Top floor of Tuttleman

Desperately Seeking New Jeans

My current faves, Old Navy’s “Sweetheart” skinny jeans, are becoming extinct. Why, Old Navy, WHY?! These are the best jeans ever.

I need to replace them, and soon. Here is what I want, read closely, then recommend:

- High rise (preferable), though I’ll take anything nearing the waistline. (Sorry, when you’re my size low rise jeans are shaaaaaaameful and should be as illegal as firearms.)

- Skinny leg; I will not waver on this. I hate bootcut because once you’re larger than a 10, every clothing company makes bellbottoms. Skinny leg jeans are the only way I can ensure that I will not look like some That 70’s Show reject.

- Un-distressed; listen, I’m adjunct faculty barely making enough money to get by — do you really think I want to exaggerate my poverty?

- Preferably non-stretch; lord how I miss jeans from the 1990s. So tired of watching the crotch die out after a few months.

For someone who spends their time observing the rest of the world, I am oblivious to my own body. Case in point: it appears I have broken a toe. (Don’t ask me how, I have no idea.) My foot’s been hurting for about three days, but only today am I aware of the cause.

I believe this video answers the question, “What if the essence of Making Time could be encapsulated in home decor?”

Desperately Seeking New Jeans

About:

Internet home of Maria Tessa Sciarrino. Please leave your shoes at the door. I don't like dirt being tracked through the apartment.

I host a radio program of the same name on WPRB 103.3 FM and have been blogging since September 2000. Her Jazz was the first music blog in Philadelphia. And then I shuttled myself off to graduate school.

Anyway, in its current reincarnated form, Her Jazz is a discussion spot for music and the ephemera of life.

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