GOOD NEWS YOU GUYS. I got a new phone, so the amazing photos I take of my amazing life are going to be slightly less mediocre than normal this time. Here's all the things I looked at in the world this week. I bet the words that go with the photos are going to just be the best thing ever. Like this for example: Here are some boats I looked at. I thought they were pretty, just bobbing around the marina there, all boatly. "Boat, boat," they whispered to me. Boats don't know how to talk, I thought. Not in English. "That's racist," they said.
Forget what I said about these photos being better than normal for a minute because I was so stunned by the appearance of this guy rolling by on his ten foot tall attention machine that I fumbled with the camera and almost fell over backwards into a centipede nest, which, I don't know why they even have those set up all over the place these days. You can't really tell here but the dude has dreads down to his ass meat, but I guess those didn't make him feel like a special enough of a snowflake? How bummed is his friend behind him, by the way? Got to be like the plain Jane at the club with the prettiest girl in the world all the time. "This sucks" that dude said, always in his brain all the time. Maybe you should chill out with people on regular-ass bikes more often if you want your boring old little tiny wheel to catch more shine pal.
Thought about climbing into this package and trying to return-to-sender myself. I want to go to that place. Actually I already do,it's called Facebook.
Recycling day is sad around my house.
I like the part how the sky looks pretty in the photo of the sky.
These are all part of my new series called "That One Time We Went to Dinner in Plymouth by the Water the Other Day." That's the Mayflower in the background. I wonder what those dudes are thinking right now up in ghost Heaven looking down on me and all the other descendents of their epic journey to invent America? "What's with all these homos they've got running around all over the place these days?" probably.
I don't know if this photo is really doing justice to how massive and disgusting this felafel wrap is, but I tried to give a sense of perspective by including this business card. This was after I'd eaten about all I could muster, incidentally. The thing came wrapped like a floppy bread and veg cudgel. Vedgel. It was, literally the worst take out I can remember eating in my life, from a place called Cafe Kiraz in Cambridge. I asked for a chicken and felafel wrap, which yeah yeah, I'm a fat ass, but when I got there they were like "You got the felafel?" And I was like "Yeah, with chicken?" And they were like "Right." [shifty eyes] "With the chicken." So I open the thing up, and instead of going through the whole thing of un-wrapping the wrap and putting the chicken inside as well, they just layered a few pieces of nasty thready-chicken inside the tin foil. Oh word, I guess what I really wanted was a felafel wrap with chicken near it. Thanks.
There's my niece and my old man at my sister's bbq the other day. Looking good Bobby, doing his push ups and shit.
Boats.
This is outside my buddy Raj's place on Charles Street on Beacon Hill. Historic or whatever. This picture is nice and evocative and all, but I can't help but think it would've been a lot better with some naked super models hanging out of that window up there, like, rubbing felafel on their tits or whatever. Just me maybe?
Our friends Dan and Julia from California were visiting so we had a bbq. They are super smart and nice and funny and successful and like scientists. Wait a minute, screw them actually. We spent a lot of time trying to figure out whether or not you'd rather have a baby for a mustache or a mustache for a baby. The first one would just like above your lip, and cry and whatever, poop into your mouth I guess. Not sure if you could shave it off, because that sounds kind of fucked up. The mustache baby would just be like a baby you gave birth to it but it was lip hair that walked around. Need to wax it all the time and stuff. Would it grow up like a regular kid? Well that would depend on what type of parent you were now wouldn't it?
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Not sure why people bother doing this to the magazines at the gym. What is it actually preventing? Was I going to track you down and follow you home just because I know you read Newsweek now? What do they imagine people are thinking? THIS PERSON GOES TO MY GYM I KNOW WHERE THEY LIVE I NEED TO STEAL ALL OF THEIR THINGS AND MAGZINES. It makes no sense.
I like how at the end of Beacon Hill it's like a the parts of a video game map they didn't feel like coding out. Super nice super nice super nice super nice ah fuck it we're going to lunch.
This is a nice view, but then at the same time it's always like, "I guess I'm really going through with this 'going to Faneuil Hall' thing.
Another good video game hide-out spot for snipers. Feel like if I shot that pile of bricks with a bazooka a health kit should pop out. I don't even play video games what am I doing?
Saw at the Hard Rock Cafe. That place, you will be surprised to hear, is gross. Like the band though. The Faily Pravda I would say if I didn't like them. Maybe I'll reconsider my stance because that's A+ material right there. The Hard Rock, I don't mind telling you, has no fucking idea what they're doing with anything. Controversial opinion, I know. Do a good job of making you feel like you live inside of a jalapeno popper when you walk in though.
The fuck? Stumbled on a random flash rave or something in Government Center on my way back.
People having "spontaneous" fun makes me want to bite my own neck out.
They just kept pouring down that escalator non-stop. Endless supply of good times you guys.
It's wacky to dance in the street because people don't dance in the street, also art, also society.
Boston is pretty. More so if you look up the whole time and try not to focus on all the sketchy junkies and pan-handlers who hang out around Park Street.
So many famous skeletons in there.
Went to jm Curley's to watch the Celtics after. Fidencio Clásico Mezcal, thai-chili infused Aperol, kumquat shrub, lime, grapefruit bitters, cayene salt rim.
Almost makes you want to believe in horseshit.
Hanging with the Temple Bar gang at Noir one night. I have more pictures of Sam with his tits out than I do of my wife.
Saw the Dandy Warhols the other day. You can kind of get a taste here of how many mad old dudes are still trying to get Zia's attention 20 years later.
My phone has filters on it now!
Still not sure if I even like this stuff or not, but I order the fuck out of it because it's been marketed well to my particular demo and I like the guy who does it.
David Bowie night at Videodrome at Radio. Where the hell did all the other pictures go I took of it? Shit. Who cares I suppose is the answer to that.
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sweet pix bro, did u go 2 college 4 that?
Haha, yes. I studied really hard.
I wonder how often the dude on that bike crashes, and how many people delight in his pain?
Thanks for coming. Glad the kid could inspire such scientific controversy.
"ten foot tall attention machine"
"floppy bread and veg cudgel"
"'spontaneous' fun makes me want to eat my own neck out"
All classic! I don't understand the gym magazine thing - people bring their own personal magazines to your gym, but leave them behind, but tear off the subscription labels with their addresses on them..? This baffles me because a) I would never just LEAVE a magazine I liked enough to buy it anywhere or b) physically tear it. I've never understood people who throw magazines away, it makes me sick to my stomach. Probably something to do with my comic collecting childhood. The problem with hoarding comics or magazines is that you're then vulnerable to kidnappers - all my mum has to do to make me jump into line is make a vague threat about tidying up her attic where my comic collection sleeps in papery suspended animation (properly poly bagged obvs).
heh heh, thank you sir.
Yeah, that's how it works over here. You bring a magazine from home, finish it, then leave it behind so someone else can read it. Then they have a stack full of all these old magazines with the address label torn off. It's kind of great, but most of the times the magazines suck. When you find, like, a New Yorker younger than 9 months old it's pretty awesome though.
I hear you on comics, but magazines? What the fuck do I need every Entertainment Weekly I've ever read for piling up?
Boston is all cultured and shit. Then I see some jagoffs on Natgeo fishing for the wicked tuna and think I'll never visit.
You're a busy mofo, O'Neil. That's like 5 years of outings for me. Agoraphobia is cool.
Hard Rocks are universally shitty.
Your town is indeed a FPS paradise.
What is this Natgeo fishing shit?
We got mad culture bro. Mad retards too though.
I used to be agoraphobic, then I got old, and was like, shit, I've got the rest of my life to sit in.
This magazine sharin' bidness sounds a bit... dare I say it... socialist. European. French. Faggy. Not what I expect from the US of A! But pretty cool. I hold/held onto music and computer game magazines I guess. Always fun reading a music magazine from a few years ago and see who was being pushed at the time.
ha, it kind of is. do they have those leave a penny take a penny things in stores over there too?
All I can say regarding your pictures is - WOW! I just love that first picture, it's so serene and calm.
oh hi thanks. first time anyone has liked a picture i took i think.
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