oh i forgot to say...i liked you're brother even through the fact that he is a hipster and also i would love you to the ends of the earth even IF you became one too.
I FOUND THIS LIL' WRITE UP ON THE ADBUSTERS WEB SITE...THOUGHT IT QUITE RELEVANT TO OUR TIME TOGETHER THIS WEEKEND. oh an p.s. adbusters is from canada so they're prolly the only ones with the right to comment on hipsterdom anyways...also, buddy says "meow"
East and West Hipster: The Dead End of Civilization
We’ve reached a point in our civilization where counterculture has mutated into a self-obsessed aesthetic vacuum. So while hipsterdom is the end product of all prior countercultures, it’s been stripped of its subversion and originality, and is leaving a generation pointlessly obsessing over fashion, faux individuality, cultural capital and the commodities of style.
Portland can be a little Sin cityish, but now that I think about it...it sounds right up your alley! You should come check it out. I'll start skinning the potatoes.
Sorry about the headache. I'm in Portland where the dollar still means something. Still sober, and unusually positive. Still managing the steakhouse and loving it. Still seeing Jeremy...Just kidding(but seriously don't tell him that or he won't call me for a few days) Still sarcastic. We never did make potato people together.
Hi Lady! I am so excited to be in SLO! I would love to see you and catch up and give you some lovin! I'll be at the noon and also at Sierra Vista with some SCCYPAA flyers Gimme a call 408 480 3119
--Jim, Jim, Jim… Jim, Jim, Jim, Jim, Jim, Jim, Jim. --Oh, hey Dwight. --I am going to be your new boss. Haha, it’s my greatest dream come true. Welcome to the hotel hell. Check-in time is now, check-out time is never. --Does my room have cable? --No, and the sheets are made of fire. --Can I change rooms? --Sorry, we’re all booked up. Hell convention in town. --Can I have a late check-out? --I’ll have to talk to the manager. --You’re not the manager in your own fantasy? --I’m the owner. The co-owner, with Satan. --Okay. Let me understand it: In your wildest fantasy, you are in hell. And you are co-running a bed and breakfast with the devil. --Yeah, but I haven’t told you my salary yet. --Go. --80, 000 dollars a year. Once I am officially regional manager, my first order of business will be to demote Jim Halpert, so I will need a new number two. My ideal choice? Jack Bauer. But he is unavailable, and fictional, and over qualified.
