Timex Twins. @juliabyers
Summertime Shock Top with @juliabyers. #babe
Bird Dog Summer Bows.
Lazyjack Press is one of the few tie companies besides Bird Dog to which I’d ever give a look. Check ‘em out if you haven’t.
New needlepoint. Love and Honor.
Yours truly.
Even after thousands of shells, I still feel a childish sense of glee when I see a semiauto throw a hull or an O/U’s ejectors shoot empties across the field.
(via poachingencouraged)
Rarely do I make posts like this, but I figured it was worth sharing.
I spent the past weekend in New Jersey on work; I had a solid time and was able to catch the train over to Penn Station in NYC to meet up with my brother for dinner. He and I had a great time walking through the East Village (we destroyed some sliders at Mark’s—check it out if you have the means), too, before I headed back late to catch an early flight this morning.
At any rate, I woke up this morning and proceeded to Newark Airport and, while I thought I left enough time for rental car return, check-in, and security, I was seriously mistaken. Having been paged once already, I made it up to security with about ten minutes to spare and, seeing the line, my stomach dropped when I realized it was looking as if I was going to miss my flight.
While moments like this happen to everyone, I found myself a combination of annoyed and disappointed; annoyed that things were moving at what seemed like a snail’s pace, and disappointed I had goofed so hard in my estimation. As I held my boarding pass, I made conversation with an older couple there; my name was paged again, and the man, seeing my ticket, asked if it was me for which Southwest was looking. I responded affirmatively, and he graciously told me to cut in front of him.
I initially declined—I hate circumventing or shortcuts, especially when the fault and the difficulty was entirely my own. Goaded by him and his wife, in addition to all the others in line, I cut in, immensely thankful, before sprinting to my plane just as the doors were closed.
While minor, I’ve reflected on the event over the course of the day and thought it deserved its own little post. The kindness and generosity I experienced this morning renewed my faith in people and while it took little to nothing for them to do, it made a world of difference to me and my day.
In essence, if you can, aim to do good for others. While I’m not without my faults as a 23-year-old recent college graduate navigating an interesting time in my own life, I try to do the same. This may have been the universe paying me back for the time I filled up a lady’s tires in Nowhere, PA as she rushed home to Michigan, or another attempt at decency on my part—I’ll never know. Maybe this doesn’t make any sense, maybe it does—I don’t know. Just be good and do good and remember, today it may be me, and tomorrow it might be you.
(via thesistatement)
While today is the 138th running of The Preakness Stakes and the above took place at The Belmont Stakes, Secretariat’s 1973 run to capture the Triple Crown was nothing short of magnificent and jaw-dropping. As noted in his Wikipedia article, “Secretariat opened a 1/16 mile lead on the rest of the field. At the finish, he won by 31 lengths (breaking the margin-of-victory record set by Triple Crown winner Count Fleet in 1943, who won by 25 lengths), and ran the fastest 1½ miles on dirt in history, 2:24 flat, which broke the stakes record by more than two seconds.”
“Secretariat is widening now! He is moving like a tremendous machine!” -Chic Anderson
Daft Punk - “Instant Crush”
