Saturday, July 13, 2019

Ashes To Ashes

 “He thought that in the beauty of the world were hid a secret. He thought that the world’s heart beat at some terrible cost and that the world’s pain and its beauty moved in a relationship of diverging equity and that in this headlong deficit the blood of multitudes might ultimately be exacted for the vision of a single flower.”

Friday, July 5, 2019

This Glorious Struggle


Today was not the brightest of days. After a canceled flight we suffered an endless layover at DFW. The hour was early, so no food was to be had (the troops had a craving to fill their stomachs with Panda Express). I am sad to say once we took flight the turbulence took its toll and the sick bags were bile-filled. Please send wishes for our continued travels (and our hopes that our luggage isn't lost).

With love,

Thursday, July 4, 2019

Going For The Jugular

Fare thee well to Alfred E. Newman and and the Usual Gang of Idiots. I'll admit that I cannot recall the last time I copped an issue of MAD Magazine, but it did help shape me as a kid — I would pour over the issues letting myself get lost in the irreverence — and I am super bummed to hear that they're ceasing publication. Rest In Peace.