The important pieces from the studio this past week.
Call it an early Christmas gift. (Last try. Sheesh.)
Tumblr’s kinda being a little bitch right now and not uploading a video…I promise you, it will be worth it when I get there. Hang tight.
Punch Brothers, Grimey’s in-store performance. (Let’s try this again.)
Please, please, please stop talking so loudly on your phone in the coffee shop. You’re sitting against a window. It’s echoing off the glass and into the ear canals of every socially polite person in this room. I know your “think tank virtual conference” is important to your business ventures, both present and future, but really? I’m trying to blog here.
Sitting outside with a cup of coffee listening to baby-faced grads with pressed shirts and cheap khakis. “Well, I studied history at Michigan…” “I’d like to get into a company where I could exercise my micro-finance abilities…” “He’s been meaning to reach out to you…we went to a Rockies game on Friday…” Sign me up.
rodblackhurst: BMW Unscripted ‘Murray’ Viral campaign for BMW. So good. Agreed. So, so good.
Meat dress. Amazing.
I have been very happy with my homes, but homes really are no more than the...– Nancy Reagan.
Coming back to Denver is a less-than-subtle reminder that you probably don’t exercise enough. Sure, people across the country are slipping into Lycra as we speak, clipping into a bicycle that costs a year of city college and channelling their inner-Lance to ride in a big circle for two hours, only to come back to a coffee shop and chow down on a breakfast burrito and copious cups of strong...
Heard an article on NPR about this guy. Enjoying the record and you all might, too.
Playlist: Big Sur to Los Angeles.
The drive, which starts in dense fog and seascapes, meanders through semi-retirement beach communities before traversing to a highway surrounded by dry fields, the “Home of Split Pea Soup.” (I stopped. It was fine. What else did I expect?) You pass idyllic waterfronts with boutiques busting at the seams—do people really shop at all these? Soon, you’re breaking the northern...
Rushing from one gate to another, stopping briefly (5-7 minutes, to be exact) for an airport CPK pizza, stuffed into a plane with an old drunk couple who purchased first class tickets to a missed flight and a chorus of Carolina dialect. The only lasting thought is: how is Pizzeria Mozza, M. Batali’s joint off Melrose, so damn good? Noisy passengers cram oversized carry-ons into overhead...