things that are awesome: #436 when the subway doors stop right in front of you

Come on in.
When you’re first in the car it’s time for some smoooooth sitting. Yes, you’ve got your pick of the seats before anyone else gets in there. Do you want the chipped orange plastic one in the corner with the Coke spilled on it or the stained yellow one in front smeared with smudgy newspapers?
Decisions, decisions.
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Now, when the subway door stops in front of you it sort of feels like you own the train. After it screeches to a slow stop make sure you smile thinly, check your pocket watch, and tip your hat to the conductor before swishing your trenchcoat up into your private car.

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like, crazy.

i went to see this movie last night.
after all the apprehension and excitement surrounding it’s release, my lovely friend emma sent me an email, with passes to its screening – far before the release date in February. so i went. i watched it. and i cried. matt pais nails it… in his title alone: “Beautifully romantic, frustratingly imperfect”
there are no words to describe what this movie makes a person feel. i sat through the awkward first date, the moments when things are exciting, and the pains of text messages from far away, not wanting to share the whole truth, but having a morbid fascination with the other persons pre-occuptions when you’re not around.
and by watching this, i was sitting through my own experiences of that love.
and perhaps, most importantly, i was sitting through the clearly portrayed images, communicating the idea that maybe love just isn’t enough.
peter travers of the rolling stone accurately describes the way, “Director and co-writer Drake Doremus (Douchebag) has crafted a crazily inventive and totally irresistible tale of first love that makes the familiar seem bittersweet and heart-stoppingly new.”
all i can say, is that it meant something to me. the acting was perfection; the plot and the moments in time were so real it was painful; and the love – the love made my heart ache. it’s a beautifully miserable movie, with a happy ending that leaves you feeling unexpectedly dejected and desolate… and perhaps more importantly, leaves you questioning whether love can conquer all that it is set up to.
so check out the website. check out the trailers, the reviews, and the photos. and – if you’ve ever been part of a long distance heartwreck? watch it. it will mirror everything you’ve ever felt about love, and the pain of a love not working.
a love that you want so badly, but can’t ignore when it doesn’t work the way it should. And the repercussions of that, on your life.

inside my large, adult male sized, head.

i read somewhere.... though i can't recall where now... that this would create your 'next tweet'. 
so. of course. i was curious.
"Imma let go. I had, have, and I'm only marginally beating a night with your past ways..."
how interesting the way our past can create our future.... by utilizing the phrases, words, and combinations i have tweeted in the past, this tool can prepare a tweet. a phrase. a description. 
albeit, there were multiple combinations that were illogical. nevertheless. this one.... hit home.
just a small piece of my brain for a thursday.

i love saturdays.

came across Saturdays a couple of years ago in a magazine (perhaps GQ - seems most likely), and fell in love. attempted to get my bf at the time to dress in everything from the store, and wear leather corded bracelets. then. we broke up. i had no man to dress.
then, recently on the selby website, i saw the interview at the home of colin tunstall, from Saturdays Surf NYC. the photos inspired me (apparently i live the same way as a man who owns a surf shop in NYC), and reminded me of what i had been missing. and ps - WHOA giant crush on colin. hellllllooooooo.
from the selby
colin in his home - he's already nailed the canadian tuxedo look, for our wedding
in 2009, the Saturdays store opened in Soho, for the niche market of those who look to appease a lifestyle occupied with surfing, living and working in New York City. So, they began selling boards and wetsuits while sourcing and selling books, fine art and other lifestyle accessories - which has evolved into them now creating, designing and producing their own line of menswear. which is beautiful, btw. focused on high-quality craftsmanship, authenticity and traditional style.
photo from .grungygentleman.com
and if that wasn’t enough.... they have an espresso bar, with their own blend of coffee, baristas (probably attractive surfer types). they have a full yard that they use as a hang out, and often a small ‘gathering’ area (please feel free to interpret that as ‘party’). the store and yard now serve the purpose of a hang out for some of New York’s most influential artists, surfers and thinkers, all of whom have helped redefine what it means to live, work and surf in New York City.
enjoy. take in. shop. love these dudes.
the shop - photo from grungygentleman.com

 love their clothes, accessories, art, etc. my personal favourites?
art: untitled (wave); love is all you need. clothes: love this cowl sweater with button up neck; this crewneck sweatshirt (i can’t get enough heather grey sweatshirts); i love my men in stripes, the same way i love to be in stripes constantly... and plaid. all men should wear plaid. and finally a great logo tee from their shop. accessories: leather beacon; this amazing box duffle... love; these vance sunglasses; their INCRED socks; tons and TONS of books on surfing.... love this one from the 70’s.

and theirblog? ohhhh their blog. just for the photos alone.
 just. please. check them out.

the wind changed, the first day that you came through

there are just so many things to say about james vincent mcmorrow. the irish. the voice. the music and words. he's just stunningly simple. i just loaded my iTunes onto last.fm, and it showed that my most played artist was him, by a landslide (think 300 plays to 82). i have a problem. but he just klills me with his real, honest, gutsy truth.
love him. missed him in toronto in september (boo!), but will walk to the ends of the earth to see him next time. enjoy. 
And If My Heart Should Somehow Stop
the wind changed, the first day that you came through | cut the corn, washed it clean | now everything thats ever gone before, is just a blur | it’s all because of you | and now i find, this cities like a stranger to me | i once was fooled by cadillacs and honey | but no one feels like you | not like you | not like you | not like you | cause even though the flower fades something takes it’s place | a marching band on a sunny day, two pretty eyes or a a pretty face | then in the forest i made my home | lay down on hard and ancient stone | then if my heart should somehow stop | i’ll hang on, to the hope | that you’re not too late | that you’re not too late | and there are times i know when i will have to chase you | the further from my side you go, the longing grows | and though i hate this, i’ll still want you | i will hate this, but i’ll still want you | even though the flower dies somethings by it’s side | a helping hand or a kiss goodbye, to ease it on it’s way |