2018 — pjab

2018

1/365 | new year's

Somehow I was the last one up and got to witness Team Lithuania pass out one at a time until they ended up like this :')

7/365 | i-90

One of my favorite parts of the northwest is the feeling I get when I come back after being gone for a few weeks. A lot of my friends are or have been at a point where they're figuring big life stuff out - am I in the right career, are my relationships where I want them to be, is this where I want to end up.

And I'm obviously going through that stuff as well but I can at least cross that last question off the list. Because there are few things that give me a more satisfying sense of comfort than what you see above. I am exactly where I need to be.

10/365 | SFO -> SEA

15/365 | smooth(ed)

Look at how perfectly I've been extracting my peanut butter scoops. Appreciate it as much as I do.

21/365 | laurelhurst

Cassie was dogsitting for some ultra-rich friends....so naturally we went to met market, bought only organic/free range, and cooked on a gas stove with $200 pans. Living as a full-time bourgeois must be so nice.

24/365 | chinatown?

Idk if this is even Chinatown. I was trying to meet up with Lauren (!!) and parking was a fucking nightmare and I ended up someplace with a lot of Chinese script and then I turned a corner and saw this building that everyone knows.

27/365 | lisbon (1)

Quick (~8 hour) stop in Lisbon on our way to Senegal. I think this city single-handedly reignited my interest in traveling to Europe. It also is where Ian picked me an orange from a tree in a park that was so tasty that I think it might have changed my life? At the very least it fundamentally altered my perspective on citrus.

30/365 | dakar -> tambacounda

8:00 pm departure; 5:00 am arrival.

36/365 | toubakouta (1)

39/365 | lisbon (2)

Everyone kept asking us if we sold weed.

42/365 | nyc (3)

45/365 | nyc (6)

Valentine's Day at the times square OG w/ my lovers.

48/365 | nyc (9)

Bro brought a motherfucking WOLF into the bar last night.

51/365 | headed home

60/365 | sun?

63/365 | south bay

First time having this approach into SFO - I never knew salt came in this many colors.

66/365 | more views

74/365 | el camino

So many of the streets running through Millbrae, Burlingame, and San Mateo look like this! Look at those trees! And that golden sky! It's seriously like this all the time.

76/365 | march 17th

Gotta go all out when you're like 16% irish and also have an entire day named after just you.

79/365 | hwy 92

More pretty bay-area streets.

83/365 | almost spring

85/365 | kansas city

Unfortunately, the rumors are true - there isn't much to do in Kansas City. BUT, there are some super cool pockets of that ultra-classic 40s/50s american architecture that I just love.

88/365 | bffl

I mean, how bad can KC be if Gintas lives here?

91/365 | easter

95/365 | spring cleaning

Someone in my apartment building has either just achieved the level of sex-master or has given up.

99/365 | sunday

101/365 | uw

105/365 | still here

108/365 | options

Today is my 24th birthday and I think I’m starting to understand why so many adults think being a kid is so great. The perks of childhood should be obvious - the lack of responsibility, the countless safety nets, the outsourcing of most fear/needs/discomfort to the generation above, etc. But while all those things are certainly factors in this longing, I think they’re also superficial - or, put another way, I think when twenty-somethings say “I miss being a kid” they point to these benefits because they’re the easiest to articulate, but not necessarily the things most sorely missed or the things most responsible for their disquietude.

What I think it really boils down to, is a lack of options. The hallways of our minds, whose open doors once flooded them with light, gradually begin to dim. The clay we’d been haphazardly playing with suddenly begins to stiffen, and we aren’t sure if we are yet satisfied with its shape. The space surrounding us that once offered so little resistance as to be hardly noticeable suddenly reveals itself, like water turning to honey.

My brother (a 13-year-old) can literally be anything he wants. He is a thought away from being an astronaut, or a lawyer, or a marine biologist. But he’s also (and this is far more interesting to me) one decision away from being a person who has never missed a Sunday Mass in his life, or from being a cliche preteen religious rebel, or from being that cool kid/loser (however you want to view it) who drank/smoked pot/had sex before everyone else, or from being someone who defines themselves by their sport, or their clique, or their favorite young adult novel. He could be that badass who started working on car engines when he was 15, or that quiet kid who picked up a camera and started documenting, or a mall rat, or spend 80% of his free time playing video games. He could fall into the deepest corners of the internet, or ride his bike everyday, or decide that Dad is his best friend. All those things, and all the combinations of those things, and none of those things are so so easily and readily at his disposal, and the resulting persons formed from those decisions ridiculously within his reach.

But I can’t. I will never know what a punk rock skateboarder version of me would have turned into. Or the raised-on-the-farm version, or the raised-in-the-city version, or the didn’t-go-to-catholic-school version, or the didn’t-have-a-dubstep-phase version, or the had-sex-earlier version, or the took-varsity-sports-seriously version, or the stayed-in-colorado version, or the went-outside-more version, or the didn’t-crash-the-dirt-bike-on-the-first-ride version, or the architecture-major version, or the didn’t-meet-this-exact-group-of-people version.

And I’m only 24! Every decision from here on out isn’t just closing doors - it’s slamming them shut and breaking the key. Once you get married, you’ll never be “never-been-married” again. You’ll never stop being a dad once you have a kid. If you didn’t get a STEM degree, you’re never going to be an astronaut. Life suddenly starts mattering, and it’s some scary shit.

This isn’t supposed to be particularly revelatory. Most adults know this. But that’s the thing - most adults know this. Kids know how awesome they have it. You could ask anyone under 18, “would you rather keep playing and having fun or go to work and make money and pay bills?” and you universally will see the former option selected. However, if you say, “Wow, I envy you. There are so many doors open to you and I hope you realize that and don’t fuck it up” you’ll get an “uh-huh, yeah...thanks!” The thought won’t even be registered.

I guess what I’m saying is, I’ve always known that being a kid was special, but now I’m realizing why adults (the people who are definitively outside of childhood) cherish it so dearly. AND, using my own definition, if I am now able to empathize with a position held by adults...I think that means I am one.

Fuck.

113/365 | my baby is here (1)

116/365 | via tribunali (again)

121/365 | got it

Took a few weeks of tinkering but I finally got a duck-sauce-veg combination that’s actually good.

125/365 | SFO

ft. not fog (for once)

128/365 | sunday

Himanshu was busy buying a new Triumph while I drooled over this bad boy.

133/365 | indiana st & hwy 128

137/365 | pacifica (2)

140/365 | mid-may storming

Hiding from the rain like a loser.

143/365 | the master

For a while now I've referred to Michael Pollan in my head as "ma boy Mike" and when I'm thinking about something important I generally go "well what would ma boy Mike do?" and the fact that I got to listen to ma boy Mike speak irl about all that's out there in the world tonight was beyond surreal

146/365 | md weekend (2)

149/365 | hello bridge

152/365 | :)

I think it's physically impossible to have a bad day when you wake up to this much sunlight.

155/365 | mean sandwich

Confirmed - eating out is better.

158/365 | the girl (and her boyfriend) next door

A few months ago, something truly terrible happened. After months of vacancy, unit 209 was finally rented by a twenty-something couple and their tiny little dog. They seemed fine enough at first. Yes, her name was Rebecca but she went by Becky, and she unironically introduced herself as a “momma to her succulents” (two strikes right off the bat in my mind), but, trying to be a less judgmental person, I decided to look past these defects and focus on what initially seemed like a tolerable personality.

Fast-forward 72 hours after this interaction, and I had heard what I calculated to be 9 total hours of their dog barking. By the end of month one, at least 90 minutes of my day were accompanied by the yips and attempted howls of whatever breed of twelve-pound dog they decided was fine to leave alone for ten hours a day. The fucking started a day or so after move-in. It’s a strange feeling having never been introduced to someone, yet still possessing an intimate knowledge of the noises they make when they cum. The TV was constantly on full blast, they regularly dropped/played catch with what had to have been cast-iron dutch ovens, and the fucking continued at a long-term frequency that, to me at least, seemed to be verging on humanly impossible.

I quickly dropped the lets-be-nonjudgmental game I was playing with myself, and decided I hated them within a week.

If the above list of atrocities were the kindling for my newfound hate-fire, then the incessant giggling was the ready supply of propane. Giggling in the morning, giggling in the evening. Using PTO to come home and giggle at 2:00 on a Tuesday afternoon. Giggling alone, giggling with friends. Giggling several seconds after (???) the laugh track at a Big Bang Theory punchline. Giggling that pierced the apartment walls with such ease, I can only assume they’ve been practicing and refining it for years.

For months I lived in this special kind of hell (never even considering going to ask them to keep it down, because do you even know me?), only interrupted with brief, but welcomed, business trips and three-day weekends.

Then, a few weeks ago, some nice things started to happen. Their dog’s anxiety-induced barking finally came to an end. That, or it died. Long-dormant cerebral motor skills must have finally come online as I could hear meals being made to completion without heavy duty equipment falling to the floor. The giggling lessened in both intensity and frequency, and the fucking had been reduced to a reasonable, but still impressive, schedule of daily to every-other-day. Life was acceptable again.

But then this past week – ahh this past week! This past week something amazing happened. They got into a fight. And they’ve been fighting ever since. The inevitable failure of their relationship is becoming palpable. I haven’t heard a giggle in days, and their pet rat's desire for incessant noise seems to finally be satiated, it’s barks no longer needed in the wake of a constant stream of insults and tears. The fucking continues, but even with 6 inches of drywall between us, I can tell it’s become desperate.

I sit here typing this with a warm heart, a conscience elated by the deepest sense of divine justice – their collective anguish fueling my ecstasy.

I like to think of myself as a good person, and consider empathy to be one of my strengths. Most of this post was written jest. The odds of them being good, decent people who don’t deserve this current set of tear and anger-filled nights are, I’d like to think, overwhelmingly high.

But still, I feel no sympathy. And I wish them nothing but the very worst of luck.

163/365 | miami (2)

my son and his first drink

165/365 | a lite summer dinner

168/365 | monday

It's hot.

171/365 | rei

its-the-night-before-camping-and-i-dont-have-all-the-things-i-need shopping spree

174/365 | the wallowas (3)

177/365 | summer legs

They are a bit hard to see, but there are a few small scratches on my legs which are VERY important to have this time of year.

180/365 | pretention

A while ago I discovered (like most adults) that trying things that make you look like a complete idiot can be a lot of fun and maybe even lead to some personal growth. So now I'm trying the opposite - doing things that make me look like an arrogant ass-hat.

First up: going to a resturant alone and reading a book.

(it was alright)

183/365 | pruning

Cutting off some of the tops of my tomato plants to trick them into giving me more of their babies.

186/365 | em!

188/365 | mccall (2)

191/365 | nordic museum

194/365 | golden gardens

197/365 | magnolia

201/365 | new deskmate

204/365 | back from the coast

207/365 | himanshu

and his new Triumph!

210/365 | a bit chilly

213/365 | they're here

The salmon are back !

216/365 | home (2)

219/365 | home (5)

In the same taco bell drive through from high school. I threatened to throw a fit if they didn't take me even though we had already ordered thai food and the delivery guy was on his way over.

222/365 | michigan (1)

Frosty Boy - everything that's great about America epitomized in a single ice cream stand.

225/365 | michigan (5)

We <3 St. Joe !

228/365 | seattle dog

Apparently this is a thing? A brat w/ cream cheese and bbq sauce

231/365 | more of them

234/365 | clean

Except for that goddamn smudge above the zebra plant that no amount of scrubbing will get rid of.

237/365 | rattlesnake ridge

Still smokey :(

239/365 | harvest

242/365 | cozy

If only the architect could have put these closer together.

244/365 | labor day weekend (1)

Always twinning

247/365 | magnolia (1)

When I grow up I’m gonna live in a house that looks like this.

250/365 | magnolia (4)

On a street that looks like this.

253/365 | happy hour

Headed out straight from the office to grab a drink with Pete like the working-boys we are (ft. v satisfied man in the back).

256/365 | K A R M A

She was empty and closed for the season - truly a “never meet your heroes” kind of moment.

260/365 | williamsburg

263/365 | 911

Truly one of the most surreal moments of my life I think - I was just cruising around on an electric scooter, went down a street to look at the old houses (I had some alcohol in me), saw some sparks rising from a few blocks away, followed them, and came across this. There was only one other person there and they had already called 911. So I just stood there, headphones draped around my neck, sitting on a curb watching this in near silence for a solid 2-3 minutes until the fire department arrived.

It felt a lot longer than that.

269/365 | uc berkely

“Yes, hi, excuse me - where is Professor Pollan’s office?”

273/365 | heirloom

276/365 | ;)

Hours of love-making or minutes of onion-cooking?

280/365 | eliza thornberry

She stopped and said hello to every single dog we saw today. Every. Single. One.

283/365 | ballard

286/365 | leavenworth (1)

289/365 | first world problems

I have 48 hours to eat more than half of this food or else it will spoil.

292/365 | chicago (1)

Old elevators are basically roller coasters and I am here for it.

295/365 | chicago (4)

If you need me I’ll be on the 25th floor of the Chicago Public Courthouse pretending it’s 1972.

298/365 | almost

Just need to swap the Audi for a red Volvo, preferably from the early to mid 1990s.

300/365 | party night (ft. spooky weather)

303/365 | bye bye october

306/365 | @ goodwill

I’ll take it.

310/365 | atlanta (1)

313/365 | atlanta (4)

On set!

316/365 | 5:14 pm

318/365 | prepare yourselves

Private parking companies are truly the lowest beings on the planet - when the revolution comes, their heads will be the first to roll.

319/365 | dad-hacks

The function of the t-shirt tuck far outweighs the fashion - belly is now protected from any and all inadvertent flashings during a sweatshirt/sweater disrobe.

323/365 | ravyn lenae

326/365 | thanksgiving

328/365 | :))

331/365 | good entryway

334/365 | technically still fall

337/365 | gifts from above

340/365 | buckhead

343/365 | new place

346/365 | he (sometimes she) sees all

349/365 | SEA -> CDG

352/365 | guernanville

355/365 | reims

358/365 | cheese

361/365 | london, baby!

364/365 | to the cabin

3/365 | 1999

My little sister peaked when she was 3.

6/365 | big sky

They asked me if I had a reservation...

11/365 | bad parenting

For the holiday break I basically pulled the plant-parent equivalent of leaving a three-year-old alone for the weekend saying, "there's leftover pizza in the fridge if you get hungry!"

....

pls don't take them away from me.

18/365 | YKM -> SEA

23/365 | elevators

Not quite sure what's going on with me, but I have been so into 70s design lately. And my opinions are split - on the one hand, I think this is old, tired, and a little gross but on the other I think it's iconic, clean but still warm, and I hope no one ever ever changes it.

26/365 | brooklyn

Makin' moves w/ tourist moms

29/365 | dakar (2)

32/365 | ethan's village (1)

35/365 | tambacouda -> toubakouta

38/365 | bye bye ethan :(

41/365 | nyc (2)

Ma boy Will is URBAN.

44/365 | nyc (5)

47/365 | nyc (8)

Papa has to go to work.

50/365 | nyc (11)

54/365 | i-82

62/365 | the twins + my other mom

Surprise visit from the boys (Teddy and Michael) and Christi (aka the nicest woman on the entire planet).

65/365 | the embarcadero

I'm a Marriott guy all the way, but I gotta give those Hyatt fuckers props - this concierge lounge was sick.

73/365 | hbo

Night two in San Mateo - I've heard Sex & the City referenced constantly throughout my life but have never sat down and watched a full episode. Tonight I watched four. It was very good and I actually liked it a lot.

I'm definitely a Charlotte.

77/365 | doritos

ben: "do you mind if we stop at Walmart real quick? Doritos released a new flavor of chips that I want to try and I haven't been able to find them anywhere else."

80/365 | halfmoon bay

82/365 | oops

looks like someone accidentally spilled their drink in the bathroom!

86/365 | lunch

Best part about travelling alone is not accidentally eating 2000 calories in the middle of every day (even though the social company of the mid-day 'business lunch' is missed).

89/365 | burnt ends

92/365 | MCI -> SEA

Lighting over the sound today was MAD dramatic

96/365 | mom

98/365 | motocross

Pete drove up for the weekend (same weekend the fam was here) and he, Ben, and I went to a motocross event at CenturyLink Field.

It was so much fun.

"I have never felt more American" - B. Barnes

102/365 | coat rack

It's finally sunny which means I get to start using this bad boy again and that feels good.

104/365 | homemade

I can't remember the specific names (he may not have even mentioned them), but Himanshu had me over for an Indian feast that he made all himself and it was so so so fucking good (I need to teach myself about Indian flavor profiles because I can't even begin to think about the ingredients needed to make something that even mildly resembles this).

107/365 | quack

110/365 | look ma!

vegetables!

112/365 | gettin' green

115/365 | my baby is here (3)

117/365 | night

119/365 | sushi + sumo

123/365 | burlingame

ft. powerlines & new fencing

127/365 | saturday

131/365 | (old) home

Going through mom's old photos and it turns out I was actually born for the work-from-home/conference call life.

135/365 | DEN -> SEA

138/365 | pacifica (3)

141/365 | 10th grade english

Very sorry to Mrs. Stockhausen and all my other English teachers for not always reading what you told us to read - this book is fantastic. You were right.

145/365 | md weekend (1)

148/365 | md weekend (4)

151/365 | leafs

154/365 | little prague

This stand has been set up one block down from my apartment every Sunday since I've moved here and this is the first time I've ever purchased something. Maybe I've been going about it all wrong. Maybe the goal is actually to eat out more?

157/365 | more summer

160/365 | yakima (2)

time 2 make a pie :)

162/365 | anthony bourdain

Anthony Bourdain passed away last week, which marks one of the only celebrity deaths in my life I’ve ever cared about (Chester Bennington and Elaine Stritch being the only exceptions that immediately come to mind). Admittedly, this one hurts a bit more but I’m not devastated. Truth be told, I doubt I’ll ever be brought to tears by the death of a celebrity or public figure. But I am sad, because I really liked Anthony Bourdain.

It’s a selfish kind of sad, which, ironically enough, I think Mr. Bourdain would have appreciated. I never met Anthony Bourdain. I don’t know anything about him that he didn’t explicitly intend for me to know, and my catalog of Bourdainian trivia is no longer or shorter than the next No Reservations/Kitchen Confidential/Parts Unknown fanboy waiting in line. To describe this kind of sadness as anything even resembling ‘personal’ is at best misinformed and at worst narcissistic.

I like writing, and spend a little bit of my free time doing so. I like cooking, and spend a little bit more of my free time doing so. But I am not a writer and I am not a chef. I am a junior level economic analyst for a multinational civil engineering firm. Don’t get it twisted - I love my job. I love my job so much that I try not to talk about it because what kind of early-twenty-something can actually say that at this point in life? But all the analysis, and all the spreadsheets, and all the tools I’ll ever produce over the entire duration of my career will never capture the spark of romance seemling inherent in the professions of ‘Chef’ and ‘Author’. To be dramatic, it’s a romance that I hopelessly crave.

Yet ‘hopelessly’ may not have been the best choice of words. Because I do hope for both of those things. While the doors labeled ‘Cook’ and ‘Writer’ may be a ways back in the distance, they aren’t closed. Because I made sure of it. I made sure to keep them cracked, a little strip of light shining through. I routinely allow my mind to fantasize (on perhaps too regular of a basis) about receiving that first Michelin Star, about getting profiled on Chef’s Table, about picking out the title font for the second-edition release of my groundbreaking contribution to American literature. The occasional witty phrase, or surprisingly successful flavor combination keep the friction on those hinges strong, reminding that “make a U-turn” remains a staunch possibility.

But back to the sadness. The sadness is that in all of these fantasies it’s Mr. Bourdain serving as the litmus test for success. Would Tony find this chapter funny or accurate? Would it make him laugh? Is this dish the good kind of bullshit or the bad kind? Does this tone hit the right balance between poignancy and profanity? Is the dining experience I’ve managed to provide better than a good blow-job? If an interviewer said, “so what about that hot-shot knew chef making waves out in Seattle?” what would his response be? These were the things I would be aiming for, and his approval would have been the first I sought. Sure, those fantastically imagined moments of affirmation were most likely never going to happen. But now I know they’ll never happen. The highly improbable has become the impossible. A universe no longer exists where Anthony Bourdain and Patrick Brower share stories over noodles in Vietnam.

Like I said, it’s a selfish kind of sad. Those day dreams aren’t as much fun now.

166/365 | whiskey in your cocktail

169/365 | mama

Tfw you pass a wholesome scene like this knowing full well there are four frozen duck breasts defrosting in ur sink.

172/365 | the wallowas (1)

175/365 | summer snacks

178/365 | @sarahissharp

This bathroom is cooler than I will ever be.

181/365 | day two

Lots of cursing. Did not drop the bike. Significantly more smiles/laughs.

184/365 | trash

I don’t eat this kind of food. I shop at farmers markets 90% of the time. When I do go to a grocery store, I thoroughly read all ingredient and sourcing labels before even allowing the item in question the privilege of entering my shopping basket. And while every neuron in my brain recoils at the thought of this food’s very existence, it truly, positively, makes my heart sing and my stomach smile.

The flour in these buns has been processed to such a degree that it more closely resembles sugar than wheat. Delicious.

I doubt this cheese even contains milk as an ingredient. Two slices please.

This torture meat came from some of the most unimaginably cruel depths of industrial manufacturing humanity has ever seen. It was then dyed red, pumped full of extra fat, and wrapped in non-recyclable plastic and styrofoam packaging. Better stock up.

This food is bad, it is trash, and that is undeniable. Yet eating it reminds me of when a toddler unexpectedly curses. Yes, it’s bad. No, it shouldn’t have happened. No, it shouldn’t be allowed to happen again. But that’s pretty much America, right? A trashy toddler cursing in the supermarket next to adults in pantsuits and ties.

So idk - cheers to you America. Let’s put our brains away for a day and indulge (it’s what we do best, anyways). It is your birthday after all.

189/365 | mccall (3)

192/365 | train yard

195/365 | skylight

That time of year where I can roughly tell the time of day by seeing where the square of light from the skylight lands on my apartment walls (~4:30 pm)

198/365 | tomatoes (not mine)

As in, they're not from my planter box. I did NOT steal a stranger's tomatoes and roast them in my apartment.

200/365 | pavlova

203/365 | @ the coast

206/365 | b&e

"bacon and eggs" in case you're a fucking idiot

209/365 | thing 1 + thing 2 (ft. feet)

212/365 | sweet & juicy

Take me to the place where the peaches are always ripe

215/365 | home (1)

218/365 | home (4)

221/365 | home (7)

224/365 | michigan (3)

Children of the Monsanto engineered, RoundUpReady feed corn (tm)

227/365 | smokey

Someone set my state on fire while I was away :(

230/365 | always wear protection

233/365 | bowls of summer (2)

236/365 | red

What an absolutely perfect garage.

238/365 | 9:47 pm

Breakfast for dinner > both breakfast and dinner

241/365 | r e f l e c t i o n s

Please do not take the s p a c e between the title letters (or the title, or the picture) seriously. This is an attempt to mock the people who would post something like this unironically – cool hubcap tho.

245/365 | labor day weekend (2)

Gintas !!

248/365 | magnolia (2)

Or maybe this.

251/365 | mt. margaret

254/365 | PDX -> JFK

257/365 | philly

259/365 | back to the turnpike

“My life is perfect because of this place - so it really sucks that I’m leaving” - JWoW, JS Series Finale (2012)

262/365 | SEA -> SJC

:) :) :)

265/365 | the bfc

Who’s dick do I gotta suck to get episodes of ‘The Barefoot Contessa’ up on Netflix or Hulu?

267/365 | san mateo (1)

270/365 | san mateo (3)

274/365 | magic

277/365 | empathy

Growing up I was raised to believe that all God’s children are special and deserving of love which is why I say a prayer anytime I see an Instagram post that’s been up for 20 minutes and hasn’t received a single like.

279/365 | snow lake

282/365 | - __ -

I just spent two hours trying to figure out how to use my new company’s expense reporting system just to realize I had been using the wrong project number and had to redo everything.

285/365 | tug boats

288/365 | salvation

The only brunch spot even remotely worth it.

291/365 | thursday morning (ORD)

294/365 | chicago (3)

18 years of friendship :)

297/365 | welcome to my ted talk

Things that make you an interesting person:

Refusing to drink alcohol that hasn’t been lyrically endorsed by LMFAO
Having a favorite jelly bean flavor
Being fiscally liberal and socially conservative
Working in any field that isn’t art or design (excluding architecture)
Taking a strong stance on the Black-Eyed Peas
Not thinking the Kardashians are stupid
Vacationing in the US
Having regular friends
A strong affinity for the line “ALL THESE BITCHES CRAWL” from ‘Get Low’ by Yin Yang Twins ft. Lil Jon & The East Side Boyz
Wool socks

Things that don’t make you an interesting person:

Being able to recite all the words to ‘Bohemian Rhapsody’
Name-dropping ‘Massimo Bottura’ or ‘Maillard Reaction’
Espousing the wonders of non-monogamy and/or a life without children
Owning a Georgia O'Keeffe print
Explaining to the group all the revelations you had that one time you took what you’re pretty sure was ayahuasca
Having a “fun” pair of anything
Taking pictures that look like this or this
Attending live podcasts
Drawing in a notebook while riding the subway
Protesting
Risotto

302/365 | help

It’s been 36 hours and I’m only like 75% recovered from this hangover.

305/365 | w/ himanshu

308/365 | all done

309/365 | CATTY

To all the thots that have been telling me it’s “kitty-corner” my whole life, here is printed evidence to the contrary so you can fucking suck it.

312/365 | atlanta (3)

315/365 | ATL -> SEA

320/365 | it’s actually cold

322/365 | civility

325/365 | wednesday before thanksgiving

10:00 am and the irish coffees (legit as they come thanks to uncle bo) are already out.

329/365 | meg! meg! meg!

332/365 | basically the same

335/365 | young dad

338/365 | cumming (it’s a city….)

341/365 | midtown

344/365 | it is time

Did someone say UPGRADE???

347/365 | bye bye :(

350/365 | the 5th

353/365 | étretat

356/365 | brussels

Going to miss this car so much :(

359/365 | christmas eve

362/365 | kensington

365/365 | new year’s eve day

5/365 | i-25

A little baby sunset somewhere in Wyoming. I Left Colorado today to head back to Washington, taking the northern route this time. By about 8:15 I was on the verge of panic-induced tears because I was so close to being out of gas, was in the middle of nowhere in the pitch dark, praying to GOD that the station Google was taking me to was actually a gas station and not something else (the name "Farmers Fuel Co-Op" did nothing to reassure me in my half hour of panic).

Made it with half a gallon to spare and never let the tank get below a 1/4 full for the rest of the trip (and probably the rest of my life tbh).

8/365 | monday #1

First Monday of 2018 and this chicka was not having any of it.

12/365 | bigger is better

I could cry because for the first time in 3.5 weeks I get to make slides/run number/do work in general on a FULL SIZED MONITOR.

17/365 | SEA -> YKM

22/365 | SEA -> SFO

25/365 | SFO -> JFK

Headed to NYC to see all my friends ! (who were never supposed to move this far away)

28/365 | dakar (1)

AirBnb in the central district - owned by some pretty cool NYC ex-pats. (also - we found Ethan !!)

34/365 | ethan's village (2)

My personal highlight of the trip - hiring 14-year-olds to drive us from the regional hub, through the desert, and back to Ethan's village at 11:00 at night. The kids were so cool, they knew their way through the bush like it was the back of their hand, strange yet fitting Senegalese music was blasting from their speakers, the full moon was rising. It was surreal.

(except I did lose my favorite water bottle and was grumpy about it for an embarrassingly long amount of time)

37/365 | toubakouta (2)

40/365 | nyc (1)

Decided to try b&w for the trip b/c nyc is one ~moody~ gal.

43/365 | nyc (4)

A new favorite game: "What is your most and least favorite thing hanging in this art gallery?"

46/365 | nyc (7)

Idk if it's the best in the city, but I ate here for lunch four days in a row, so.

49/365 | nyc (10)

Talking early-20s dating life when Sarah refers to it as "the Tinder."

52/365 | bacon

It's actually a bit hard to describe how comforting it is to be making my own meals again. Part of it is the act itself (cooking has always just been something I liked doing) but most of it (for now at least) is a very deep sense of regained control after being away for so long.

61/365 | narcissism

*sees any reflective surface

64/365 | appropriately hyped

100% deserving of its reputation - each hit is better than the last.

72/365 | nicelodeon

Night one in San Mateo for the week - I used to watch this show every single weekend for probably seven years but I haven't watch it in probably a decade - it makes me miss my dad lol.

75/365 | SFO -> SEA

78/365 | SEA -> SFO

81/365 | kerry park

Starting to get warm/dry enough to go for night-walks again.

84/365 | bye bye cassie

Soph flew out just to take Cassie away form me :(( Also - Soph's middle name is 'Temperance' in case anyone forgot.

87/365 | layouts

This was one of the nicest hotels I've ever stayed in (in Kansas City??) but goddamn hotel designers need to stop configuring bathrooms so you're forced to just stare back at yourself while you're on the toilet.

90/365 | gintas

Seriously - get you a girl that treats you the way Gintas treats his friends.

94/365 | actually spring

97/365 | dad + bro

100/365 | jersey shore

Jersey Shore is, and will be remembered as, one of the greatest and most important encapsulations of early 21st century American culture. It is more than reality tv, it’s art and you cannot convince me otherwise.

103/365 | jk

The rain came back.

106/365 | another bar?

I thinkI've found another predictably tolerable bar. It's called the Ocho and is small, warm, plays exclusively punk/grunge (by no means my favorite genre but refreshing as hell to say the least) and is only 1.5 blocks away from my front door :)

109/365 | quack quack

111/365 | via tribunali

Remember to still go on dates with your bros - it’s important to keep the romance alive.

114/365 | my baby is here (2)

118/365 | day

122/365 | san mateo

ft. sunset & model s

124/365 | millbrae

ft. miranda (this show actually gets super boring and borderline intolerable after about 10 episodes - yet here I am. Still watching)

130/365 | 12 rules

132/365 | randi's

Subjectively the best pizza on the planet.

136/365 | pacifica (1)

139/365 | $$$ bikes

Ben and Max had to go make sure no one was fucking with their fancy mountain bikes which left me in charge of watching all our sours and eating all our fries.

142/365 | back @ it

144/365 | hello moon

147/365 | md weekend (3)

150/365 | herbs/tomatoes

153/365 | vesper lake

We got a bit lost (never did find the lake) but I am not sad about it!

156/365 | lockspot cafe

159/365 | yakima (1)

161/365 | miami (1)

The client here is an absolute shithead, but tbh I don't really care because I get to go to MIAMI

164/365 | miami (3)

You can't tell, but on the other side of this intersection there is a goodwill and let me tell you it was a fucking goldmine.

167/365 | june

Pretty sure 'Teriyaki on the Roof' has already been taken as an album name, right?

170/365 | the worst

This sticker speaks to me.

173/365 | the wallowas (2)

176/365 | summer walks

179/365 | day one

Lots of cursing. Dropped the bike. Few smiles/laughs.

182/365 | long summer

I never really got into game of thrones but I do remember something about several-year-long summers for which I could definitely be down.

185/365 | the 4th

187/365 | mccall (1)

190/365 | fruits

193/365 | summer biking

Summer biking summer biking summer biking !!

196/365 | stained

I would be fine if the color of this cherry juice stayed on my finger tips forever.

199/365 | can't sleep

Not watching porn, I promise.

202/365 | to the coast

205/365 | the locks

208/365 | thing 1 + thing 2

211/365 | harbor lights

214/365 | b-ball

"baseball" in case you aren't as up to speed with your sport's lingo as I am.

217/365 | home (3)

220/365 | home (6)

Free teeth cleaning courtesy of almost-Dr. Gerry.

223/365 | michigan (2)

Grandma's street

226/365 | ORD -> SEA

229/365 | golden hour

232/365 | bowls of summer (1)

235/365 | ronron juice

Will and I are making a collab playlist for our trip to the jersey shore and I don't think you would be able to handle it.

240/365 | bowls of summer (3)

243/365 | save america's diners

Wake up people! Embrace griminess. Resist trendiness. Stand firm in the face of the sterile-hipster-imperialistic-venture-capital-restaurant complex.

246/365 | labor day weekend (3)

4/5 of the emerald street boys.

249/365 | magnolia (3)

Or this.

252/365 | 7:48 pm

bye bye summer :(

255/365 | bushwick

“Yo, K-dawg! You ok??”

258/365 | seaside heights

When I die, spread my ashes in the smoosh room.

261/365 | ridgewood

264/365 | SJC -> SEA

266/365 | khloe X diff

lmao - I can’t explain it, but this is the best ad I’ve ever seen. Like it really makes me want to buy these sunglasses. Jesus Christ.

268/365 | san mateo (2)

271/365 | not my job

If I had enough money so that I could pay someone to brush my teeth for me, I would.

272/365 | gird ur loins

it’s here.

275/365 | this one

Correction to some of the posts below - this is actually what my future house will look like. Except the wood siding won’t be painted and there will be moss on the roof.

278/365 | t.t.

Stands for “tart time” - try and keep up.

281/365 | local bacon > all panchetta

284/365 | south lake union

287/365 | leavenworth (2)

“Should I flex really hard for this?”

290/365 | wednesday night (SEA)

293/365 | chicago (2)

296/365 | ~~foggy~

299/365 | cinched

You probably can’t tell but I took in the right side of the sweatshirt I found at Goodwill and I somehow did it right and the difference between the cinched side and the non-cinched side is huge.

301/365 | the morning after