Love: Stools

Found these in my parents' barn this weekend. As a child, I spent many a Sunday morning sitting on them learning about how flannel board Daniel survived the flannel board lions den.  And so did pretty much everyone I know. 

New Harmony Baptist Children's Church, circa 1987.  

Hear: Midnight by Coldplay

Coldplay's new album, Ghost, comes out tomorrow. If this is any indication of what we can expect, good riddance Gwyneth.

Wear: Saturdays NYC

Blake Griffin's Esquina Mountain Print from Saturdays NYC

Fire and Meat

A BBQ festival, in theory, sounds amazing. In reality, it's just walking around, eating fatty, fatty meats from 15 of the best BBQ joints in Texas on a sunny Sarurday afternoon. So, basically, amazing. The key, however, is pacing yourself; which I did not do. Not entirely my fault.  I blame the layout. 

As you can see, there were 7 (8 if you count Hutchins BBQ of McKinney, who seemed more interested in getting Instagram photos of their meat than getting food out to the customers) within 40 yards of the front gate. All offering up their take on brisket, ribs, and sausage. 

Riverport BBQ Jefferson TX

I went too hard too fast, and before I knew it, all the cattle and swine I had ingested felt like a rock in my stomach. I knew, at that point, that later would not be fun. But I had to carry on. For meat's sake.

Louie Mueller Taylor TX

I sweat my way through four more booths before my arteries decided that they had had enough.  My blood was pretty much liquid beef gristle at that point. I found a nice shaded place and sat down, ready to die. 

Stanley's BBQ Tyler TX

But I didn't die. I pulled through. Even somehow garnered enough energy to waddle out of there under my own power. As I made it back to my car I asked myself if I would ever do something like that again? Tomorrow.  I would do it again tomorrow. 

April Showers

Be prepared

Shipley & Halmos  $595

Burberry $ Too Much

Fjallraven $180

Mackintosh £815

J. Crew $248

Gant $150

How I Made the Lindale News and Times

I have done things in my life of which I am not proud.  This is NOT one of them.  

It was an abnormally hot Saturday in July of ‘96.  The Rangers had a four game lead in the West, Independence Day was the #1 movie in America, and I was in love with US Olympic Gymnast Dominique Moceanu.  

My friend Brandon and I had spent the morning cycling our usual summer path; once around the block, up to the newly built high school, once around its parking lot, and back.  Approximately 2.5 miles round trip.  

Once we had pedaled all our 13 year old legs (and attention spans) could handle, we took refuge beneath the two giant oaks that shaded Brandon’s yard.  As we sat and rested, Brandon began to contemplate who had the best arm in the Rangers’ outfield.  I married Dominique Moceanu in my mind. 

It didn’t take long for our bodies to rejuvenate - as is the case when you’re 13 - and our minds soon turned to the subject of “What now?”.  Any form of competitive sport was out of the question, seeing as Brandon and I playing one-on-one anything almost always ended in fisticuffs, and I had quickly learned that fighting was not one of my spiritual gifts.  

Schoolboy Q - Break the Bank (Explicit)

I first fell in love with Schoolboy Q here.

Then again here.

Now this: http://youtu.be/eqmZPowjW1g

I'll take Q over any of his TDE/Black Hippy cohorts.  Even Kendrick.  Yeah, I said it.