GRUPS like YOU.
At the height of Dot Crash about 5 years ago, I spent a couple months down the coast 90 mins from Melbourne. It was summer, I spent my savings and (not returning) havent lived fulltime in Melbourne since : Although I did commute daily until a couple of those car crash things happened, thus followed by an enforced stint of entrepreneurship.
All this definitely gives you a different view of the world. Not that it turns you into that cheesy ellens-ex gf trying to do a Northen Exposure thing that is playing on summer TV here. Something about Trees is in the title. Sorta Celebrity Survivor in remote location, fictionalised. Much better to read Da Fits Reasons You Will Hate Me Friday Q+A which joshes the whole crossover grups thing just right - Not too much snicker, ryvitas, velcro or snark.
So GRUPS (grown up adults) is a waay funny segment of truth. All I need to do is walk around Elwood, Windsor and Brunswick to get my local vibe of this. Grups stories appreciated. Nothing wrong with 12 pairs of sneakers btw. (says one with very depleted out of date retro sneakers that I now run in rather than vibe with)
NYT (btw why do mosquitoes like eating your toes and lower ankle when blogging outside on the balcony because it's bl**dy hot esp in front of 2 macs) : "Let’s start with a question. A few questions, actually: When did it become normal for your average 35-year-old New Yorker to (a) walk around with an iPod plugged into his ears at all times, listening to the latest from Bloc Party; (b) regularly buy his clothes at Urban Outfitters; (c) take her toddler to a Mommy’s Happy Hour at a Brooklyn bar; (d) stay out till 4 A.M. because he just can’t miss the latest New Pornographers show, because who knows when Neko Case will decide to stop touring with them, and everyone knows she’s the heart of the band; (e) spend $250 on a pair of jeans that are artfully shredded to look like they just fell through a wheat thresher and are designed, eventually, to artfully fall totally apart; (f) decide that Sufjan Stevens is the perfect music to play for her 2-year-old, because, let’s face it, 2-year-olds have lousy taste in music, and we will not listen to the Wiggles in this house; (g) wear sneakers as a fashion statement; (h) wear the same vintage New Balance sneakers that he wore on his first day of school in the seventh grade as a fashion statement; (i) wear said sneakers to the office; (j) quit the office job because—you know what?—screw the office and screw jockeying for that promotion to VP, because isn’t promotion just another word for “slavery”?; (k) and besides, now that she’s a freelancer, working on her own projects, on her own terms, it’s that much easier to kick off in the middle of the week for a quick snowboarding trip to Sugarbush, because she’s got to have some balance, right? And she can write it off, too, because who knows? She might bump into Spike Jonze on the slopes; (l) wear a Misfits T-shirt; (m) make his 2-year-old wear a Misfits T-shirt; (n) never shave; (o) take pride in never shaving; (p) take pride in never shaving while spending $200 on a bedhead haircut and $600 on a messenger bag, because, seriously, only his grandfather or some frat-boy Wall Street flunky still carries a briefcase; or (q) all of the above?"
All this definitely gives you a different view of the world. Not that it turns you into that cheesy ellens-ex gf trying to do a Northen Exposure thing that is playing on summer TV here. Something about Trees is in the title. Sorta Celebrity Survivor in remote location, fictionalised. Much better to read Da Fits Reasons You Will Hate Me Friday Q+A which joshes the whole crossover grups thing just right - Not too much snicker, ryvitas, velcro or snark.
So GRUPS (grown up adults) is a waay funny segment of truth. All I need to do is walk around Elwood, Windsor and Brunswick to get my local vibe of this. Grups stories appreciated. Nothing wrong with 12 pairs of sneakers btw. (says one with very depleted out of date retro sneakers that I now run in rather than vibe with)
NYT (btw why do mosquitoes like eating your toes and lower ankle when blogging outside on the balcony because it's bl**dy hot esp in front of 2 macs) : "Let’s start with a question. A few questions, actually: When did it become normal for your average 35-year-old New Yorker to (a) walk around with an iPod plugged into his ears at all times, listening to the latest from Bloc Party; (b) regularly buy his clothes at Urban Outfitters; (c) take her toddler to a Mommy’s Happy Hour at a Brooklyn bar; (d) stay out till 4 A.M. because he just can’t miss the latest New Pornographers show, because who knows when Neko Case will decide to stop touring with them, and everyone knows she’s the heart of the band; (e) spend $250 on a pair of jeans that are artfully shredded to look like they just fell through a wheat thresher and are designed, eventually, to artfully fall totally apart; (f) decide that Sufjan Stevens is the perfect music to play for her 2-year-old, because, let’s face it, 2-year-olds have lousy taste in music, and we will not listen to the Wiggles in this house; (g) wear sneakers as a fashion statement; (h) wear the same vintage New Balance sneakers that he wore on his first day of school in the seventh grade as a fashion statement; (i) wear said sneakers to the office; (j) quit the office job because—you know what?—screw the office and screw jockeying for that promotion to VP, because isn’t promotion just another word for “slavery”?; (k) and besides, now that she’s a freelancer, working on her own projects, on her own terms, it’s that much easier to kick off in the middle of the week for a quick snowboarding trip to Sugarbush, because she’s got to have some balance, right? And she can write it off, too, because who knows? She might bump into Spike Jonze on the slopes; (l) wear a Misfits T-shirt; (m) make his 2-year-old wear a Misfits T-shirt; (n) never shave; (o) take pride in never shaving; (p) take pride in never shaving while spending $200 on a bedhead haircut and $600 on a messenger bag, because, seriously, only his grandfather or some frat-boy Wall Street flunky still carries a briefcase; or (q) all of the above?"
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