See, the great thing about this sign, located in the parking lot of the Greyhound station in Center City Philadelphia (11th & Arch), isn’t just the horrible, horrible grammatical mistake. The truly splendid thing about this sign… it’s enormous. HUGE. The sign is a banner, hanging above one of the parking garages. Yes, that’s a parking garage. So you can easily gauge from the fence above it and the large heat pipe below, that this banner is gigantic.
Another fun fact? Friendly Donuts… out of business. According to my roomies, who have been living in our building for well over a year, Friendly Donuts has not existed for nearly 8 months.
I wonder why?
I’m turning 25 in 10 days. In bunny years, Ash turns 16. He really should have outgrown cardboard boxes by now. Hmph, kids.
So Sara, my favorite craft maker, and Mark, the king of dating in Philadelphia, posted cool images from their respective apartments, and seriously, I couldn’t resist. It took me a while to find my place, since the addresses are a bit off, but I was pretty happy when I finally found my building. Maybe I’ll photoshop myself in the window later.
For those of you who have Flickr, sign up for Bunny Lovers Unite. I’m in love with this group. I think I might adopt another bunny this weekend. Ash needs company, and nothing is more calming and heart warming then a new baby bun. Pictures of that adventure to follow.
You know, every once and a while I get to work with a really great band that is just on the verge of breaking out. I’ve considered myself really lucky with this. Many groups that have achieved some great things, all posed in front of me and my silly camera. Seriously, I have the best hobby ever.
And they are some seriously amazing guys. It’s rare that you find a group that is both talented and level headed. They sound like the love child of Say Anything and The Movielife, which is definitely a hella good thing.
They have a live show that rivals a lot of the signed bands I’ve seen performing lately, and these dudes have only been together for a year. A YEAR. One of the members, Mike, used to be in a group called The Alpha Couple that had a fantastic EP out on British Records. The members come from all over the country. Illinois, Washington DC, Maryland, Virginia… and still manage to sound tight.
Catch them on tour right now with Fred Mascherino (of Taking Back Sunday), Paper Rival, and The Pink Spiders. They have some excellent tours in the works, which I won’t mention here til they are finished with their current one. It’s fun being on the inside. *wink*
However, due to recently beating Halo 3, an event which had me near tears, I’ve decided to celebrate by taking some fun pictures involving my Halo 3 Kubricks causing trouble in my cubicle. Cause I mean, why not?
There will be more in the coming weeks, pending I don’t have too much homework or reading to do. It’s been a light week, thankfully, and it’s nice to actually relax during my lunch break, rather then rack my brain.
Fields in Iowa, the sunset in Kentucky, the sunset in Louisiana…
You know, a lot of my friends have given me flack for never leaving the country (note: I have been to Canada, but apparently that doesn’t count). It’s not that I don’t want to leave the states for a few days and see new and exotic places, like, you know, Botswana, but I always felt you should completely know YOUR country before leaving to explore someone else’s.
These galleries feature time on the road with bands like Cute Is What We Aim For, David Melillo, Farewell, Foster, Just Surrender, Sleepaway, Socratic, Tourmaline, The Transit War, Upper Class Trash, and more. Artists from labels like Drive Thru, Fueled By Ramen, Atlantic, and Universal. Fun times, good music.
That being said, I’ve successfully seen every single state within the continental USA while on these tours. I feel like people get so accustomed to city life or, such as with my hometown friends, living in New Jersey, they forget that the rest of our country is absolutely breathtaking. So before you plan that wild trip to Italy or Botswana, think about hopping on an Amtrak train, and visiting middle America. No sense in seeing other countries if you don’t even know your own.
*insert obligatory patriotic country music here and/or theme from Team America*