Well, now that this town has had a little time to get over the Superbowl, I can post to say I was personally okay with the outcome thanks to Mr. Manning and myself sharing an alma mater and a few business classes back in '02.
Although, over the past five years, we've been to victory parades for the Bruins, the Celtics and the RedSox. So I would like the sweep. You know, it's tough living in America's foremost sports town (don't even try to argue, Oklahoma City.)
I will also say that going to watch it in a penthouse suite on the Charles River wasn't bad at all. Even if the penthouse was MIT married student housing and doesn't mean that we have a wealthy benefactor.
A few weeks back I was puttering around the internet, and stumbled on Ampersand Vintage Modern.
Now, anything with an Ampersand is fine by me. (Side note, a buddy of mine out on the West Coast has an ampersand blog).
At any rate, these folks go searching for some of the finest, simplest old vintage goods, then sell them in their online shop. The coolest part is that they live over in Somerville. Which is where we used to live and also where we currently print. And their photography is just so well staged and propped and I swear we're on the same wavelength.
Got an email from a guy months ago. Something about a sales site that was going to start that hadn't started but was going to and it was going to be really popular and Southern and we should hop on board. I sent back an email saying no. That I wasn't interested.
Then I get another email, and he says that he'd like to talk about it. Now, if a Southerner is going to approach you again, he's either wanting to get into a fight or really believes in what he's doing. And he might fight you on the second point as well.
So, I gave in. Chatted with him. And realized that he and his buddies were doing something really cool.
We know some folks who've just moved up, within the last three months, from Durham to Boston. We know them 'cause I got no fewer than four phone calls from folks telling me to meet them, they are good folks, you better not let them come to town and not know anybody. We were finally able to meet up with Sanders and Kate and have some dinner and we knew we'd found fast friends.
I've opened them and inspected them and removed the tags and I put them on, and they are giant. They are not shrunk. They are standard prison issue size. And they are rigid. And they are right. And the indigo hasn't washed out of them yet. And I wear them. And I dare the rain to rain on me. If it does, I will lose the ink. I will lose the rigidity. I will lose the size. But I will not lose heart. For I've put on the pants that men have worn for a hundred years before, and they didn't fear the rain, and they built the railroads, and they grew their families, and they wore these jeans.
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After a disappointing (for UNC) last-second three to win the game, Old Try is now upset with the Celtics organization (why not) and Mr. Rivers for bringing up such an amazing talent and three-point shooting machine in his son, Austin.
At any rate, Mr. Kloess of Brentwood, TN, won our print. He will hang it with pride and forget this game ever happened. Thanks to all of y'all for entering.
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'Cause we're a basketball house and we're a UNC house and the Tar Heels are playing Duke on Wednesday, we decided to give away a Hark Print at the end of the game.
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Easy as. Give us some shameless promotion, and we might mail you a print. Hell, we might even toss in a Koozie.
We're really excited about what we have going on with our friends, Remnant, down in North Carolina. They are working on some bags that are special just for us.
They've been documenting the process with some sneak peeks. They're making us giddy.
The Lesson of The Moth
By Don Marquis
I was talking to a moth
the other evening
he was trying to break into
an electric light bulb
and fry himself on the wires
why do you fellows
pull this stunt I asked him
because it is the conventional
thing for moths or why
if that had been an uncovered
candle instead of an electric
light bulb you would
now be a small unsightly cinder
have you no sense
plenty of it he answered
but at times we get tired
of using it
we get bored with the routine
and crave beauty
fire is beautiful
and we know that if we get
too close it will kill us
but what does that matter
it is better to be happy
for a moment
and be burned up with beauty
than to live a long time
and be bored all the while
so we wad all our life up
into one little roll
and then we shoot the roll
that is what life is for
it is better to be a part of beauty
for one instant and then cease to
exist than to exist forever
and never be a part of beauty
our attitude toward life
is come easy go easy
we are like human beings
used to be before they became
too civilized to enjoy themselves