cargo largo find 03.26.10

Last month, I got a sick pair of leather Clark Wallabees for dirt cheap at Cargo Largo.

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Yesterday, as I was rolling into Kansas City for Spring Break. I stopped again at Cargo Largo...and found these.

Sperry Original Top-Sider Chukka
Regular: $110.00
Cargo Largo: $25.00 + 30% off =  $17.50

academia cards

Someday, when I'm a really hip & trendy professor at a really liberal University where the hipster girls fawn over me & the hipster boys despise/love me because I'm infinitely more cool/postmodern than them, I want to have these calling cards that I can hand out to academic arch nemeses (is that the plural of nemesis)?



I want one with a turtle neck & illustrated facial hair. ( rifle paper co )

ole!

When people see my crooked finger, I often retell my made up story of getting in a bar fight.  The story goes: my finger got caught on a nail on a bar stool right as I was going to crush it over Patrick's head in disputing the logic on my mother's words of wisdom relating to violence.  "If someone hits you, hit them back." Of course, no one believes me-- my mother actually did say that. The bar fight never happened at a bar. It happened at home.

However, this story of my cut on my nose needs some refining after some trial runs on the truth. While collecting supplies for Emily & Lynnette's 22nd Birthday Bash, we (Patrick, Addison, Jarred, & I) needed to grab a large green bowl to chill the copious amount of iced 2 liter Diet Coke bottles needed to keep the party going. Addison retrieved the bowl, hopped back into the front seat of the car, and proceeded to toss it into the backseat with little regard to the spatial awareness of  how close my head was to the back of his headrest. Bam. Bombs were dropped. Twice actually and then I felt better.

Earlier this morning, someone misinterpreted my usage of the word "bowl" as the word "bull" when I explained what happened to my face. I was actually pleased that someone would actually fathom/guess that an interaction involving a bull & myself as being a plausible event featured on my weekend.

However, "Wow, what a cool scar" and "You look really hardcore" were phrases that I did not hear verbally, but I knew they were thinking that anyway.

I think I may stick with my newly acquired scar story as the result of a feral animal with horns as opposed to a piece of plastic with it's intended use to hold liquid cocaine for women.

religious family recipes

Although religion is not a particulary divisive topic of conversation, it is not something most emerging adults talk about with their friends or romantic partners. Whatever subjects friends do talk about, religious beliefs and interest are simply not among them--beyond perhaps finding out that someone is Catholic or Jewish. For most emerging adults, that is because religion is simply not important or relevant enough to everyday life to warrant any real discussion. In that, religion is like favorite family recipes: people often have them and may even love them, but they don't necessarily want to discuss them.

page 153. Souls in Transition: The Religious & Spiritual Lives of Emerging Adults by Christian Smith w/ Patricia Snell.

like and laugh

i like this:

i'm a fan of women in brown boots. (oncewed)

& i laugh at that:

When white people harvests a crop it’s known as “berry picking” or “pick your own fruit.”  Under these conditions, white people are expected to work leisurely with no real expectations and then they pay for the privilege to do so. In other words, berry picking is the agricultural equivalent to a private liberal arts college. It’s no surprise white people like it, because much like a liberal arts degree it feels like you’ve done real work when you really haven’t. #Picking your own fruit, SWPL

i'd rather be thrifting... no really i would.

made by ashley goldberg. that i really need. no seriously. i do.

jcrew mens shop march 10 fail

soccer shoes, really jcrew?
sambas.
is your target audience 7th grade boys?



stan smith sneakers? i've never even heard of these before.
maybe these will go great with my jean shorts?  yikes. (not cut-off shorts/jorts, those are for hipsters. but actually purchasing shorts made out of denim.)



at least i did not see any cargo shorts. phew.

(jcrew)