sneak-peak
sneak-peak
sneak-peak
STEALTH MOUNTAIN!
Seriously, though, who the fuck is spellchecking this shit?
SNEAK-PEAK AMERCIA.
Double rainbow over the park! Pretty glad to have both north and south facing window options.
In which President Obama gives a fifth-grader the best absence note ever.
(via brooklynmutt)
Documentation
Citi Field - June 1, 2012
Photo by @cmonterosso
(via evangotlib)
Why “Amercia” Needs Copy Editors (via CNN)
I told my mom I need to moonlight as a copy editor for menus. I am seriously considering it …
“When she packed up to leave, she knew that she was saying goodbye to something important, which was not that bad, in a way, because it meant that at least you had said hello to it to begin with…”
— Lorrie Moore, Birds of America
AdWeek: Condé Nast Finds Magazine Readership Growing Among Millennials -
It’s a fairly common assumption that millennials don’t read print media because they’re all too busy browsing blogs, clicking on Facebook links and watching YouTube videos to crack open a physical magazine. Well, a new study from Condé Nast says young people’s magazine readership is actually the highest it’s been in decades.
Pinterest already has become an attractive destination in particular for Facebook-ers who are looking for the thrill of a small startup versus working for the big company. Pinterest has about 40 employees. Five of the top positions are filled by former Facebook employees.
Key sign you’re not cool anymore? All the hipsters at your company move on, like moths to a light source. (thanks Greg Bufithis)
NYTimes. NYTIMES!! Why the apostrophe? #punctuationfail
“But let us get one thing straight: the best years of our lives are not behind us. They’re part of us and they are set for repetition as we grow up and move to New York and away from New York and wish we did or didn’t live in New York. I plan on having parties when I’m 30. I plan on having fun when I’m old. Any notion of THE BEST years comes from clichéd “should haves…” “if I’d…” “wish I’d…” —
Yale Daily News column on how we have time to do what we dream of. The writer, 22, died a few days later in a car crash.
Read: The Opposite of Loneliness
(via brooklynmutt)
(via brooklynmutt)