Next week at this time I’ll be turning 51, so this marks my final week as a 50-year-old, and the end cannot come quickly enough. Two words can sufficiently sum up what 50 was like for me: holy fuck. We now continue with our weekly blog recap in case you missed any of these swell moments… I wish I had.
Summer adoration because what’s not to adore?
The second verse is smaller than the first, because not all in the garden is symmetrical.
Summer is still bursting even when the heart is no longer in it.
A happy new addition to the downtown Albany cafe culture scene.
All those hapless people being impressed by anything remotely kinda chic… pfffft.
The tomato thief strikes again – when will they be stopped?
Happy hibiscus season to those who celebrate.
A visit to my hometown leads to this delicious lunch at Cali Cantina.
Musings over matcha turn a tinge dark, as musings tend to do near the end of summer.
Caught in med-metamorphosis, the artist pauses for a red light.
Friday fuzziness is pink and pretty.
When Virgos cry it’s usually a pretty damn big deal, though it’s worth noting that no tears have been recently spilt.
Finishing ‘The Summer Book’ when all the people really want is the glimpse behind it.
Listen, if parking is going to remotely be a problem, count me out. Tell me what happened later. I have the opposite of FOMO.
Madonna celebrated her birthday, and in honor of that the Madonna Timeline returned in fine fashion, with the first entry from her latest album.
Got my tits out for this summer boogie wonderland moment.
Wondrous echoes of a lilac spring have us nearing a full-circle happening.
Dazzlers of the Day included Joey Graceffa and Urzila Carlson.
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