1901 by Phoenix →
I’ve had this track for like a week now, but it’s been especially enjoyable as the weather has gotten sunnier. You should all listen! I can only guess the album, which is supposed to come out mid-May, will be equally rockin’.
It's been a while...
I kind of got out of the habit of updating over the last…six months or so. However, I figured finals is a great time to start again! Expect some blurry pictures from the Exploratorium and an M. Ward concert to be posted later today.
Well, school’s started, and I’m back! French is quite the experience, but the most notable thing was certainly picking up the bus (new line!) to campus, when I was running late. Just when the bus seems to be running late, my standing-at-the-bus-stop-friend noticed I’m about to give up and walk to campus (only 20 minutes away). He then helpfully points out that the bus is...
Yes, I’m flaky. Yes, it’s worse over the summer. However, once school is back, I will update regularly. Have no fear!
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So, I haven’t updated in a while. Sorry about that. I’m certainly not too busy; I’d say that it’s just more that I’m so exhuasted when I get home from my anecdote-free days that there is little to say. That sounded kind of sad! Regardless, I’ve had a pretty solid weekend. Richard/Aly birthday party last night, lunch with mom/suit shopping today, and, well...
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Where did the last week and a half go? No one knows! My job actually provides me with even fewer strange anecdotes, at least at this point. However, Yolobus is quite the opposite. Yolobus is kind of like if Unitrans moved to the sketchy part of town and became abusive. Take this fun story, for example. We’re about to leave the charming metropolis that is Woodland when the bus pulls over...
Sorry, but I think this will only be of interest to my East Coast readers (hi, Spencer!). That aside, I noticed a Star Market in Lahaina yesterday. Odd, since I’ve never seen one outside of New England. Whatever. This entry is dumb. The point is, some mediocre grocery store chain from the East Coast decided to open a shop, like, 5,000 miles from any other store it operates. Weird.
No happiness allowed!
I’d like to begin with some background for my out-of-town readers: Mishka’s is a little cafe in downtown Davis. They have grown relatively popular; most customers buy some $2 drink and then camp out for days on end, using the cafe’s outlets to power their MacBooks and MacBookPros while they go on to Pitchfork, Gmail, and muxtape. Anyways, the cafe’s owner decided to...
I’ve gotten a number of complaints (two, to be exact) about the lack of updates going down. I’d like to apologize. It’s pretty much exclusively due to the fact that finals period is happenin’. As a result, nothing notable happens to me. Except studying. Expect a rant about Mishka’s no-study zone later tonight.
Well, that happened.
Last night of production ever for me! Went til 2 a.m., which wasn’t ideal…but hey, it was capped off with a champgne toast. So that’s nice. The real lesson from this post is: Don’t go to IHOP. Their chicken basket is obscenely salty: on the chicken, on the garlic bread, and (especially) on the soggy fries.
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This seems like a cool concept. Sadly, it seems all the affordable ones have already been bought.
This happens every quarter, so it’s not all that notable. But, I’m going to tell you anyways. So… I’ll be grocery shopping and pick up some milk. Then I glance at the expiration date and notice that the milk won’t go bad until after finals are over. Essentially, I never realize how soon finals are until the milk carton tells me. As you can see, this means I am an...
Fight back against restaurants’ cruel abuse of wine drinkers– A Slate headline. No pun intended, but this would be perfect for White Whine.
This was in my facebook status for the better part of a week. You should definitely check it out. Ricky Gervais, Steve Carell, and a Japanese Jim!
First post? Yes.
So, nothing to see here. The title of this blog is derived from an issue I had a few weeks ago. I was at a party with a jungle theme. Whenever someone would discuss the theme, I would often hear my name. I am aware that “Jon Gold” and “jungle” do not look alike, but if you say them out loud you will hear what I mean.