If you had no context around it, you would have to assume that Nick Waterhouse and his band The Tarots are straight out of 1961. A classic R&B sound that is fresh in every way. So good. With only an EP out of 4 songs there’s not nearly enough here for me to be satisfied though. I can’t wait until he’s got 5 albums of things I can just run in the background of every party I never through.
Note to my wife: I apologize in advance for the abuse your ears are about to receive over the next six months.
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Since he hasn’t quite figured out how to subscribe to RSS yet, I figure it won’t hurt to throw up a picture or two of my son’s birthday presents before he opens them this Saturday. Mostly because of the fact that I have issues, it took me a while to find just the right pairs of shoes that he is badly in need of. Yes, I realize that I have a problem. If he isn’t the envy of preschool, at least he’ll be the envy of his dad.
adidas Kids Samba® Classic Core
Children’s Place – Classic Brown Boot
It doesn’t get much more classic than the old school white Samba, every kid needs at least one pair. The potential for them to be brown by the end of day one is quite high. For the boots, we could have gone with a standard loafer but he’s been wanting a pair of boots for a while. I wasn’t ready to throw him in a standard pair of cowboy boots and these will pair well with both his slacks and his jeans.
Newton Street Vintage
I run the risk of sharing this fantastic resource I just stumbled across but the finds are too good not to share. From here on out, I’ve got an hourly auto-refresh set on the etsy page to make sure I don’t miss anything in my size. If you and I are remotely the same size, I foresee us going 12 rounds in the near future over *new pieces.
Three current ones that need to be in my closet by the end of the day…
Renaissance Man and dotcomrade Eric Hurst has been killing it with a series of posts he started called, Things I Want My Daughter To Know. His daughter, Mona Jane, is just a little younger than Cohen but will someday have a fantastic archive of notes on life from her father. I hope that either he or his wife are making sure these get archived offline and bound/stored somewhere safe for a day when she can actually read them. I need to probably start doing this myself for both of my boys.
You will never know a world without the Internet, so let me tell you a little bit about how it was prior to this incredible creation. Everything was on paper.
That about sums it up.
Like you, I’ve been contemplating the use of Oxford commas quite a bit recently.
Some of it is due to my 2011 summer obsession of Vampire Weekend and their homage to it (NSFW: language) and some of it has just been due to how I feel when I actually write something out.
For those who aren’t hip to the comma-scene these days, the Oxford comma – aka the Serial comma – is that tricky little guy that comes last in your list just before the AND or the OR in a sentence.
The AP Stylebook treats the Oxford comma as you would a hideous beast and vows to never allow it to see the light of day. Think “Sloth” Fratelli, the monster from Goonies. Alternatively, the Chicago Manual of Style preaches it from the mountain top as if it were a double rainbow.
I remember being taught as a kid that the last comma in a list wasn’t necessary except for when it was — clear as mud. So for the most part of my life I have subscribed to the fact that I don’t really need it which would make me an AP-man for my beliefs. Recently however, the non-implementation of the Oxford comma has started to bother me more and more and I think I am ready to switch it up for a while.
I suppose the best way to explain my flip-flopping is by example, read this bad boy and make sense of it:
My breakfast of choice consists of milk, bacon and eggs and hash browns.
If we break it down, my list could either be read as:
1. milk
2. bacon
3. eggs and hash browns
or:
1. milk
2. bacon and eggs
3. hash browns
I’d prefer to take the uncertainty out of it and I believe that single little character might just do the trick.
My breakfast of choice consists of milk, bacon and eggs, and hash browns.
I realize that I could also reorder my list but what if I eat my foods in a certain order? Then I would just be a liar.
I have no idea why I sign up for the things that I do. I’ve done a bit of writing this week which possibly spurred me on to this one. If you have any interest in getting randomly sent emails that are probably even more random in content than they are timing, feel free to give me your digits below.
