February 2012
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I like you Boston, but walking through the Common at this time of the day every day creeps me the F out.
Man peeing on tree out in the open - check.
Man screaming “Eat shit and die!” at everyone who walks past - yep.
Gang of teenage thugs openly smoking a blunt on the park bench - you got it.
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January 2012
11 posts
2012 - The Year of Travel (and skiing, lots of...
On the docket: 1/20-1/22 - Skiing, Sunday River, Maine 1/27-1/29 - Skiing, White Mountains, New Hampshire 2/16-2/20 - Skiing, Killington, Vermont 3/2-3/4 - Skiing, Sunday River, Maine 3/8-3/11 - PITTSBURGH, Mummy’s big 5-0 birthday celebration 5/24-5/28 - COZUMEL, MEXICO 7/12-7/16 - San Francisco, California* 9/1-9/9 - Wilmington and Charlotte*, North Carolina 10/11-10/14 -...
Portlandia, your 15 minutes are up. Long live... →
As a born-and-raised Pittsburgher, I’ll go a step further. Portland, with its elaborate facial hair and abundance of strip clubs, represents irony. Pittsburgh, with its working-class pragmatism, is the opposite: earnest and straightforward. It’s a place where people drink cheap beer and wave their Terrible Towels without self-consciousness. Hipsters take faux working-class attributes —brusque...
