See you chumps on top

I realized that if I really want people to have incentive to actually visit my blog with any kind of continuity I needed to have some kind of permanent weekly fixture for them to look forward to. While there is just no way I could possibly compete with The Friday Chronicles, I did want something memorable, but also classy at the same time. I realized the only reputable option at that point would be a Throwback Thursday. Unfortunately I'm impatient and forgetful, so I decided to move the launch date up by 3 days to avoid any memory incidents. So sorry for the lack of advertisement but its for the better, you get what you want, before you even want it. Just think of it as a leak. Without further delay, I present to you the first installment of hopefully a plethora of prosperous installments of Throwback Thursday.
Notorious B.I.G. - Sky's Is the Limit

RIP Conshy Crushers

Tonight is my last full night in Conshohocken, and as absolutely elated as I am to move to the city with cheaper rent and closer proximity to everything cool, I couldn't help but feel a rush of nostalgia blindside me as I started to do the bulk of my packing. Its hard to believe that its only been, but has already been a year since I moved out here. The days have gone by so absurdly fast, but at the same time have racked up so many memories it would be a futile effort to document or recount any of them in this specific post. I can only hope that my past, less experienced self was able to capture a few of these moments in blog posts of yesterday.

As I was effortlessly dismantling my Ikea purchased bed (its the mantling that requires all the goddamned effort) I stumbled upon an old movie ticket underneath the mattress dating back to May 17 of last year. Barely legible were the words I Love You Man. I immediately remembered back to the very day I watched this movie with Matt and Scott, shortly after I had made the cross country trip east. I want to say that it was the dawn of our epic double feature Sundays, and that it was the second leg of a Terminator: Salvation, I Love You Man double header. Regardless, I couldn't have scripted a more appropriately cheesy thing to happen as I slowly disassembled the last 365 days (give or take a few if you count my summer refuge back home) of my life and box it up for a short trip to South Philly for a new beginning. As we all know by know the movie is a coming of age saga about dudes hanging out with dudes, and the ups and downs that are involved with dudedom, which was precisely what the last year has been. Just dudes, being dudes, and doing dude stuff. For better and for worse.

I can honestly say I will absolutely miss the shit out of Conshy, even though its just a short trip down the expressway, but I will definitely look back with complete fondness the times I had here. To Matt (who I know will eventually read this) and Scott (who doesn't give a shit about my blog, but I'm still gonna shout out anyway) its been a true pleasure. They say, like, don't dip the pen in company ink, I'm totally glad I dipped in your ink, bro.

Lord knows that will be the movie I fall asleep to as I spend my last night here.

Soundtrack 2 My Life

Song's a little old, but its still a sweet vid.

DatNewCudi.com: KiD CuDi - Soundtrack 2 My Life (Directed by Jason Goldwatch) from DatNewCudi / DP on Vimeo.

Supernova goes pop

Sometimes I wonder if maybe I'm just prepping the world for my extraordinary cataclysmic explosion of an exit from this existence. All this time was maybe just a grand setup for the most memorable exit to date. The Prestige, as magicians like to call it. I'd like to think that I'm not going to fizzle out like a dying camp fire, just fading in and fading out of existence without much acknowledgment. I want people to say that I shined brighter then all the other stars, and went out like a supernova that no one will ever be able to forget. Sometimes I think the only way that's possible is by putting all your eggs in one basket, pushing your chips all in, and doing it as big as you possibly can, and calling it quits after that. They say the good die young, which maybe isn't true necessarily, but I think they are more inclined to leave a lasting impression if they do.

Or maybe its 1:47 in the morning, and my nose has been plugged for 2 days straight so I can't breath well when I lay down, making it virtually impossible to fall asleep, or construct rational thoughts for that matter. Maybe I've been watching way too many space documentaries. Maybe I'm just being dramatic and need to go back to bed.

Or maybe, just maybe, you'll look up in the stars one clear, crisp evening, and catch a glimpse of the most magnificent fireworks display your eyes will ever encounter. Something so gorgeous and breath taking that it permanently tattoos itself into your retina and memory like an image does to photograph paper when the shutter is opened.

Or maybe tomorrow is gonna be miserable from this lack of sleep.

Pooty's Philly Adventure

leaving work early, bad bball game, recess football trashing, dave cherry clater, nugs, petting sharks, giggling, petting sting rays, giggling, traffic jams, windows down all week, pineapple express, comcast point system, franklin disappointment, t rex illness, south st, apo roof deck, 40s on the roof, philly skyline, naked window watching, roof pee, philly zoo, tiger dom, ubiq, warriors come out and play, boeyink dom

Pooty

2/3 of this will be reunited Tuesday afternoon while the final 1/3 will be wrastlin gators and swamp thing in the Mississippi River. Tentative agenda upon Pooty's arrival: 76ers-Bulls game, Franklin Institute, Mutter Museum, Art Museum, South st, Aquarium, Zoo, etc.
Boeyink dominance always shines through.

Plastic Beach

After potentially the longest wait I have ever had to endure, the Gorillaz drop their eagerly anticipated third ablum Plastic Beach and it is perhaps the greatest thing to have graced my 24 year old ears. Ever progressing and ever mind blowing, they again shatter my conception of music and reality. I get lost in Gorillaz albums' story lines from beginning to end. Its unbelievable what these cartoons can come up with. They will forever be my favorite band of all time. Get lost on Plastic Beach.

This little life of mine

If you're in the need for a quick drug-like pick me up, head on over to my favorite sister's crib for the ever amazing, uplifting, simple pleasure having "Pursuit of Happiness" series. Updated daily.

(Thanks for the card sis. Glad you changed the dates to rub it in. I definitely noticed. Hope the shoes are awesome.)

Kyle visits philly

first friday, forgotten wallet, no galleries, philly slang 101, south st, cheap booze, cheap boobs, district b 13, bagel bites, district b 13 again, new shoes, kelly drivin, cig smokin, jams f kennedy, one foot out the door, braod st bully, liberty cracked, aqua, booze limit, pregame, nintendo hockey, old pub, cartoon philosophy, silk city, meg, no afties, more bagel bites, drunk philosophy, philly cheese steaks, kelly drivin, windows down, one dollar art, cig rollin, goodbyes, exhaustion, smiles

how to make it in america

HBO is always cranking out the best series' and this show is no different. About two 20 somethings dudes trying to start a denim line with little to no money in the most expensive and cut throat city in the world, NY. With appearances by Kid Cudi and fresh soundtrack this show can't go wrong. The intro alone is dope. "I need a dollar" by Aloe Blacc

Oscar wilde about Genevieve Schatz

latest crush and latest song to get the 10 times in a row repeat on the way to work treatment. if she were a president she would be babraham lincoln.

Happy 106th birthday

Dr. Seuss! You were the greatest child's story author of all time, and little did any of us know when we were young, that your sentences and pictures would ring true no matter how old and jaded we became. Here is a collection of some of my favorite quotes from my favorite stories. There are literally hundreds of great ones to choose from, but these are a little bit more political minded. Dr. Seuss was a great man, far too advanced for our current times.

"Unless someone like you cares a whole awful lot, nothing is going to get better. It's not." The Lorax


"A person's a person, no matter how small." Horton Hears a Who


"I know, up on top you are seeing great sights, but down here at the bottom we, too, should have rights." Yertle the Turtle


"So be sure when you step, Step with care and great tact. And remember that life's A Great Balancing Act. And will you succeed? Yes! You will, indeed! (98 and ¾ percent guaranteed) Kid, you'll move mountains." Oh, the Places You'll Go!