This is Hero, a service dog whose human graduated from college this month. He graduated, too. Pup and circumstance.
photo via cute overload
As a kid, I had a phase that involved lots of watermelon-printed clothing. (Also, massive hair bows and printed vests.) It feels like we were always eating watermelon and having seed-spitting contests, and I guess that’s what summer in the south is like. Hot days and bare feet and freckled shoulders and just a little bit of down home tackiness.
I’d like to wear fruit-printed clothing and eat that fruit exclusively every day this summer.
photo by anja verdugo
I was out of town for Portland’s annual vegan bakesale a few weeks ago, so I missed out on these cute hippo cupcakes, but I think I’ll try to recreate them for my birthday next month! (Eek!) More drool-worthy baked goods over here.
photo by kittee berns
I’m a new and reluctant JT fan. I wasn’t much for *NSYNC as a kid—except for one totally exuberant night in eighth grade where I went with the coolest girl and a couple of other slightly less cool girls to see *NSYNC and then have a sleepover, pinching myself all the while, unable to believe that another mildly cool girl canceled at the last minute and I was chosen to take her place. We didn’t even study for the next day’s English final.
Anyway, what I want to know: The lyric “I couldn’t get any bigger” is a blatant reference to JT’s dick in an otherwise romantic ballad, right?
Dudes are really weird.
Kissing my stupid RAZR goodbye because it’s done. Dead. Broken. Poor me.
Some of us have real third world problems.
Oh my word. I gained approximately ten million pounds last summer eating a whole lot of doughnuts from Revolution, in Decatur. Most of their doughnuts are vegan, but they haven’t had a vegan cream-filled doughnut until today. Behold. This lovely is a yeast doughnut filled with coconut almond pudding and topped with chocolate glaze, toasted almonds, and coconut. Droool. Someone mail me a dozen, please.
photo by revolution doughnuts
My favorite show that no one else watches, Survivor, had its season finale last night. My favorite player won, which is awesome, but this hottie was pulled from the game for medical reasons. At least I had eye candy all season. Seriously, gorgeous. (He also happens to look a lot like my sweetheart. Score!)
photo via the livingston post
Friends, I need your advice. Someone got drunk (of course not me, no way, I’ve never done anything like that before) and dropped my camera, which now needs its lens fixed. Fixing it would cost 85 bucks, so now I’m trying to decide if instead I should get a new camera. I’ve had the current one, a Canon Powershot SD780, for three and a half years. I really like it, but it’s also dinged up and the lens has a few spots, which show up in some daytime sky photos. Any advice on whether I should repair or replace? Thanks, y’all.
photo by nicholas hendrickx
I’ve realized that since so many of the components of the Brooklyn movement were being done to less fanfare in Portland a decade earlier, it’s important to sympathize with that Oregonian precursor. Portland is the Lorna Luft to Brooklyn’s Liza. We’re thinking of you, Lorna.
- Henry Alford, in an article on Hipsterism in Brooklyn. I don’t know that I’m a proud Portlandian yet, but I know that my heart swells a little bit each time I bike west on the Burnside Bridge and see that first view of deep green hills rising above this beautiful city.
photo via wikipedia