22. Boston.

I am a sad white boy.

I like comedy, baseball and pizza.

Talk to me, I'm usually not so bad.

 

This tweet from over a year ago is what I most proud of in my life

This tweet from over a year ago is what I most proud of in my life

Newport Folk Festival is the best

As I said yesterday, it is officially* the best festival in the country, and I went for the fifth year in a row.

My favorite three bands: were The Oh Hellos, Houndmouth, and Lucius. Check ‘em out. 

Jack White was the headliner. The first half of his set definitely seemed to be more of an experimental jam session, but I liked it more as it went alongn. And Mavis Staples dropped by Lucius’ set. 

Also, John C Reilly was there playing covers. Which means that if I do end up seeing Tim and Eric live in October, I will see him as a folk singer and Dr. Steve Brule in one year, signifying the starkest contrast between roles in the history of art.

Here are some photos. 

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*: Unofficially

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3 THINGS FROM DAY CAMP

I went to a day camp as a kid for many years. It was an all-purpose camp, with sports and arts and theatre and the works. Three and only three important things happened there.

  • One of the arts classes I took there was called “Spider Making,” in which we made spiders out of anything and everything. Usually pipe cleaners. Sometimes paper plates. One trick my counselor taught me was using glue to make something look glossy after putting it in the oven (is this right?). So I did that all the fucking time. Literally every spider I made after that had glue in it. Until a few years ago there was one hanging in my house. The counselor had to ask me to stop using so much glue because the other kids needed some.
  • Over the years I saw a bunch of the girl counselors flipping the top of their shorts down. This is a bad description but you know how thats a thing with athletic shorts? I was into it, so I tried to do the same with my athletic shorts at home. Nobody noticed so I kept making it more and more obvious, randomly stretching to show off the hem of my shorts. Until my dad finally called me out and told me “that’s kind of a girl thing to do.” I don’t know though, you guys, it feels pretty cool. Sometimes when I’m home alone I do it.
  • One day a mime came to perform for the camp. We were all a bunch of shitheads, just by virtue of being children, so we talked through the performance. At some point the mime stormed off the stage, removed his makeup, came back and just yelled at the whole camp. For kind of a long time. He was not invited back. 

Other than that, camp sucked and the only friend I made was nicknamed “Danny the Dermatologist” for no reason.

Lost all of my hair please help me find it.

Lost all of my hair please help me find it.

istartedoutonburgundy:

Bob Dylan 
1963 Newport Folk Festival

Newport Folk Festival is the best music festival in the world* and I am on my way there again. I will ask Jack White about the Cubs.*i have very little credibility

istartedoutonburgundy:

Bob Dylan

1963 Newport Folk Festival

Newport Folk Festival is the best music festival in the world* and I am on my way there again. I will ask Jack White about the Cubs.

*i have very little credibility

You seem like a pretty nervous guy in general. This seems accurate.

Took a personality test and went over the results with my boss the other day. He nailed it.

Like, I get it, but

It bugs me when movies with numbers in the titles have sequels and they change the original number instead of adding a “2.”.

Like 22 Jump Street

And Oceans 12 and Oceans 13

I don’t actually have anything to say about this, just that I think about it more than I would like to admit.

Anyway, stay tuned next year for the new hit movie 13 Angry Men, the screwball animated courtroom comedy featuring the voice of Jack Klugman!

PRO: My co-worker said that I remind them of Mitch Hedberg.

CON: It was because of how often I say “totally.”

For sale: Baby shoes, never worn. Knowhatimean?

Ernest “P. Worrell” Hemingway