It was a slow morning in Manayunk. I woke up on the pull-out bed of my friends apartment to the sound of fresh rain and a busy street through the open window. The kind of sounds that put my brain at ease, and help me through this quasi-hangover which, truth be told, I thought was… Read More Bob’s Diner, Manayunk PA (Cream Chipped Diary)
When you cross the street in the city, it’s a dance. But it’s a special dance. It’s aggressive, calculated, graceful, zen. You are one with the pavement, dedicated with each step, mindful of every surrounding thing. And when someone comes at you, if someone challenges your step? Fuck em. This is your fucking city and… Read More Inner-City Zen
It’s been a bit of a transitional period for us, as far as the house goes. As with any couple there’s been some ups and downs as far as how to decorate the house. What exactly do we want our living space to be like? What are we able to do vs what we want… Read More A Plant Named Harry
I’ll be the first to admit I’m not the biggest Baseball fan. For the longest time I’ve rarely caught a game on TV or in the stadium, although that’s mainly because I haven’t had any actual TV service since 2009, nor money to purchase tickets. But I never fell completely out of love with it.
I have always loved the city, Philly more than most. It’s one of the strangest setups, as far as why I feel such a deep connection to it. My parents grew up in the city and lived there till their mid-thirties. Once they moved out to the woods with their two little ones, they decided… Read More The City
Dear Carson, Everything is going to be ok, but I know you already know that. I remember seeing the video of you coming off the plane in Philadelphia being hounded by assholes and you did exactly what a professional does: keep moving and don’t acknowledge them. The Philadelphia Eagles fanbase is an incredibly loyal yet… Read More Dear Carson