They already fucking know. It’s my Google Hell. No need to risk a resume’ page break over the 35 ways I can nickname vagina. Kisses Chris. Also Nate, about 2 years from now, you will Google this, and I will hate that.
New Basement Jaxx Video. Cool. Sweet.
Haven’t you Boys heard? Get good with your Lord, this type of crap won’t happen.
Awesome new C&C Sweater. Just Great. Available at Turntablelab.com
Escalating Bear Crime (via The Awl)

Also: Bears Ripping Up Minivans For Their Ample-Bounty of Cheetos
WTF? Lord, in one day in Dallas, you can go from Equinox Fitness (awesome facility all the way around) to Sushi Zushi (pretty looking, but pretty damn overrated sushi), all the way to HELL because KIRK CAMERON IS PREACHING AT FIRST BAPTIST CHURCH OF DALLAS OH WTF THIS IS INSANE, all in the course of about 3 hours. (via Unfair Park).

The absolute best thing that can be said about Dallas right now is that it contains the Katy Trail, a reclaimed rail right-of-way that runs for 3.5 miles through the direct center of the City, from Downtown all the way north to SMU. It’s a walk and bike combo, and it is awesome, and it is packed with people, and it has spurred development all along it. Quite like the High Line in NYC, but only actually used as more than a tourist curiousity. The worst thing that can be said right now about Dallas is that the Katy Trail dead ends at Central Expressway, the major north-south freeway to Downtown. That is going to change, and the Katy Trail is going to traverse Central via the bridge pictured above and roll all the way to the White Rock Lake 9 mile bike-walk trail, another of the most people-friendly venues in this City. Let’s make it happen. The bridge is just a little too sissy, as pictured, but I’m guessing that will change once they realize you don’t need a parachute to jump Central Expressway, just some decent pavement.
I am on the plane to Rio tonight. But I will not be staying there long. I know I’m having this major Jones for anything south of the U.S. right now, and it’s tiresome to most who know me, but I’m sorry, this wonderful inland Brazil travel diary does nothing to cure me of it.
Ok, we can handle the panties but what is up with the Personality Hat? Fug. BTW, I used to wear a pair of camo shorts that had a disturbing tendency to fall to my ankles when I was drinking. Now I just go bottomless - safer that way.
(via The Awl)