The iniquity of oblivion blindly scatters her poppyseed and when wretchedness falls upon us one summer's day like snow, all we wish for is to be forgotten.
A sign of the end of the world, perhaps.
I made the dough and my father made this little iron/brick stand to cook pizzas over hot coals. They were excellent.
"The Beer Cave", D's Six Pack and Dogs, Regent Square, Pittsburgh, PA.
Pierogies Plus is an old petrol station in McKees Rocks, PA, that makes possibly the best pierogies I've ever had.
Pikakari beach, Tallinn.
Continuing my tradition of posting unflattering photos of myself as I watch late-night hockey in the EET timezone. Game 1 starts in a few minutes, and I'M READY. I just shaved; note that I even cut myself and you can see the blood near my nose. Just like there will be blood on the ice tonight.
Why does POP still exist?
Wilco was playing a free concert, with Spinal Tap opening up. Adam and I were there, sitting in the back, half-watching and having a mild debate about which band was 'bigger'. Spinal Tap played 'Big Bottom' and it was pretty heavy. The venue staff were throwing free Wilco t-shirts into the crowd and I grabbed two of them, a medium and large size; Adam and I briefly fought over the medium before realising that neither one of us actually liked Wilco. We debated the shirt's eBay potential but then threw them both into the crowd for the true fans.