My name is Ethan. I like film, design, art, men and fashion. And I like to write about it.
Catching Elephant is a theme by Andy Taylor
Me, Myself, and I do - A Story About My Wedding
It was my dream wedding. Literally. I was dreaming. And somehow I knew I was dreaming, so I latched onto it as long as I could, eventually waking up and closing my eyes so I could go back. I squeezed them shut, thinking the harder they’ll close, the more likely I’ll be to fall back asleep. I threw the covers over my head and rolled onto my side. I was wide awake.
I’d never been so angry about a full night’s sleep before.
My Own Personal Zero-Tolerance Policy
Grade school sucked. I mean suuucked. They made us read The Scarlet Letter and Chaucer, we had to take Algebra and Calculus, we had to remember that “Au” was gold on the Periodic Table (“Go” ISN’T EVEN TAKEN, GENIUSES), and Physical Education was required.
Not to discourage any teenage readers, but none of these things have helped me in the real world. Except for the occasional question on “Cash Cab”, which I can drunkenly (and correctly) yell at the TV and feel superior for a solid eight seconds.
But worst of all, there were bullies. And plenty of them. I was the only out homosexual in my school, which totaled a whopping 350 students. I graduated alongside 83 other students.
It would have been 85, but one was in jail and the other was pregnant.
She Has Her Mother's Eyes.: threehundredsixtyfour.
Right now I am craving a little winter. I want to see snowflakes when I wake up. I want to see my breath the second I step out the door. I want to wear skinny jeans tucked into boots and sweaters and peacoats and scarves. I want to hold mitten clad hands with the boy I like. I want to bundle up…
(Source: glitterandwaffles)
You have to do one of the following to get 5 million dollars. Which one?
- Knock out your front teeth and not replace them for one year. You can't explain to others why you have no front teeth.
OR
- Pee and poop only in diapers for a year. No where else.
Well, “Mystery Woman” (Or “Man”, gosh what a surprise), here’s something you don’t know- my front six teeth are veneered. If you saw what they looked like before, you’d gladly have them knocked out.
That said, I’d gladly constrain my movements to a diaper. That’s an easy $5 Million (as long as I get to carry my usual cache of fragrances). My front teeth being as ugly as they were, I know what it’s like to not be able to smile confidently.
But just know that if I suddenly became $5 million richer, every time I was smiling with a mouthful of teeth, I was having a satisfying (and very public) bowel movement.
My Electricity Went Out - A Story About My Day
I’ve been living alone since I graduated from college in 2008, so I have plenty of candles, a wind-up radio with a flashlight built in, matches, and I’ve never moved into a place without making sure it has a gas stove. And as a freelance graphic designer, my wireless network is constantly saving my progress to a hard drive and ready to start again on a MacBook with spare batteries.
All these precautions combined with the gas can in my garage, the .45 in my safe, and my collection of multi-tools make me feel pretty darned prepared for the impending Zombie Apocalypse. But in the meantime, it should do in case I have to go without electricity for a few hours.
Boy was I wrong.
30 Days of Creativity - Day Nine
Why I’m a Social Media Tool
Facebook, LinkedIn, FourSquare, Twitter, Tumblr, Flickr, Instagram, even IntoNow and Ping. I use them all. I own a BlackBerry, an iPhone, and an iPad. My web browser, in the bookmark bar, has a folder (with a few subfolders) titled “Social Networking”.
A friend of mine, who did the unthinkable and deleted their Facebook, told me, “You bring new meaning to the term ‘Social Media Tool’.”
I can’t even have drinks with a friend without getting on my BlackBerry, checking in on FourSquare, tweeting about what I’m up to, and checking my Facebook for new updates and notifications.
I’m really f*cking annoying. And I’m convinced I blew a job interview once because when the interviewer introduced himself, I forced him to shake my non-phone hand so I could check to see how many points I got for checking in.
So why do I do it?
Flamingo in a tree? Flamingo in a tree.
Found in Seward, Minneapolis near my house.
“Rising” by Yoko Ono. Amazing.
Camilla - A Turbo Charged Love Story
According to The Secret, I’m supposed to visualize the things I want. Make a “dream board” or whatever the shit it’s called.
(Lay off, I never read it.)
But I liked the idea of a dream board. A constant reminder of what you’re working for and why, reminding yourself that hard work pays off.
And I have firsthand experience that visualizing your goals actually works.
