Hoo-boy, we’re doin’ it. SXSW, the legendary drunken web nerd geek-fest, is bein’ thrown down next March and we’re gonna close the doors and book it for Texas.
Ahh, Texas. I’m gonna rope me a tumbleweed and ride it through downtown Austin. I hope there’s as much sand as my imagination says there is. I have a vivid picture of what Texas should look like, fueled by cartoons and DON’T MESS WITH TEXAS bumper stickers, and this trip may do irreversible damage to that mental image. Preliminary reports indicate this trip will do irreversible damage to my liver as well, but we’re not so concerned about that.
I remember one San Francisco night last November, we gathered at Lefty O’Doul’s after Doug Bowman’s Redesigning Blogger workshop. We had free drink tokens and surprisingly few people showed up, so those of us in attendance reveled in a healthy abundance of free drink tokens. At some point a bunch of us poured out into the street in search of food. I followed Matt and a couple others to a confusing eating establishment that looked like a shady casino on the outside and a Greco-Roman Chinese restaurant on the inside. It sold ham and cheese sandwiches. Grilled.
The last couple nights I’ve been up late with a fussy database that must be teething or something. I’ve found that you get a heck of a lot of stuff done when your workday is the bigger slice of a 9 – 2 schedule.
I’ve noticed that Gothic fonts are extremely popular in chic urban settings. Patina has a logo set in Copperplate Gothic, while Chipotle sets a lot of their supporting texts in Bank Gothic. I must have crossed some terrible and irreversible threshold into font nerdhood, as lately I find myself able to pick fonts out of thin air.
I love saunas. I’ve taken three in the last week.
I want a pair of cowboy boots and I want to learn how to spit out the side of my mouth. I also want to polish off a bottle of whiskey and drive down to Chicago, cuz there are some people down there who I swear to god need their heads put straight. It’s easier to make a point when you can gesture with an empty bottle of Wild Turkey. At least it feels that way.
What exactly are men’s low-ride jeans supposed to ride on?