So my friends started a farm...

It's called Sun Born Organics, and it's going to be amazing. Still in the planting/start-up phase, but just you wait. If I bail out of the city frequently this summer, that might be where you'll find me, frolicking with puppies and releasing ladybugs and spraying fish emulsion and planting tomatillo verde plants (like the one above). Duh. And if I'm lucky, maybe Mike and Damon will let me drive the truck. p.s. Check out the link under Places to Go, on your right.

Saturday in Brooklyn

Apple cider donuts from the farmer's market

A rad t-shirt from Species by the Thousands at the Fort Greene Flea Market

Baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaabyyyyyyyyyyy

A Date

by Cole Marshall

Umm
I show up at your door with a box of chocolates and a bouquet of flowers...
then...
we eat french food...
then...
we go to the beach (we are both wearing bikinis)...
then...
we play frisbee...
then..
we take showers to get the sand off of us (in slow motion)...
then...
we eat klondike bars...
then...
I take you home...
then...
I go home...
then..
I think about all the mistakes I made on our "date"...
you down?

RAD.

John Hodges from Sexton Blake, Ryan Biornstad from Junkface, and Shawn Glassford from Mr. Fredrick got together and made a really rad band and called it Starfucker, and they are playing a show with my pals, White Cloud, who are also rad, at Bottom of the Hill on June 23rd, and seeing as how this show is going to be amazing, you should all come with me. Seriously. The video is for "Rawnald Gregory Erickson the Second," off their debut album from Badman Recordings, and it's animated by Andrew Sloan, who is ALSO rad. This is almost too much radness for one post.

"How to Find True Love"

by Joseph Manibusan

If I get a degree and a job teaching astronomy at a planetarium at a museum, I will meet babes who are like, "Oh wow he's so cute! He teaches little kids about space!"

And I will be like, "Let me tell you all about the theory of relativity and how it determines the movement of bodies in space."

"I'm interested in this!"

"You should be. It says that smaller masses fall into bigger masses, and I am much bigger than you."

"OMG I'M SO IN LOVE CAUSE YOU'RE SMART AND HANDSOME AND LIKE KIDS AND ARE WITTY. LET MY FATHER PAY FOR OUR WEDDING."

And I'll be like, "Cool, that's fine."

Saturday's itinerary...

Put on the most hipster outfit I can comfortably contrive, much to Barbara's dismay when she comes to pick me up;
Drive down to Santa Cruz playing our new ultimate hyphy mix CDs (that I had to make because all the other CDs are in the river);
Get an acai bowl at Cafe Brazil;
Run across Mission Street and immediately eat gyros at Falafel of Santa Cruz (Barbara will climb behind the counter to make these for free);
Drive downtown and sit on the porch at Perg's for an extended period of time, drinking various iced beverages;
Drag Barbara into The Krate for records and Cardboard Spaceship to see if there's any good art on the walls;
Watch Barbara shop the sale at O'Neill;
Make Barbara watch me try on skinny jeans I can't afford at Jade;
Sit on the beach at Seabright and pretend we aren't encouraging premature aging and cancer;
Go to Charlie Hong Kong's (even though we aren't hungry at all) and eat delicious noodles;
Drive up to Stevenson Knoll on campus and get high before the drive home.

My grandpa is turning 86 soon.

Tonight was good.

I had a lot of Jell-O shots and am now in possession of more than one beer cozy. Also, I have stickers on my shirt.

Fracamama? Maybe you've heard of them...

This is tomorrow night. Go, and witness the semi-retarded beauty that is the fixed gear bicycle.