BIKEHACKS: Wine Holster
Is this what we’re doing now?
Perched atop my velo, I fit into being BROOKLYN with my cuffed Levi’s, ankle high lace-up boots and afro blowing in the wind, but I’ve obviously been missing out on one of the best aspects of life with this bicycle wine holster! Why don’t I have one for all the hipsters to covet as I breeze past?! Their jealousy will not be hidden behind Buddy Holly specks. If there is a god, please let him work at the bike shop on Franklin, and let that shop bear me a wine holster with a complimentary bottle in tow.
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Wine Wednesday: This clever cycling accessory acts as a holster for wine. Here, more fantastic gifts for wine lovers.
Ask Lena #5: Insecure Writer
In promotion for Dunham’s upcoming book launch, the author/ director/ actress has posted short videos giving advice in her standard “I am one of you low-confidence, Prozac’d, high attaining millennials” way. I take the good with the whiny in Lena because let’s face it, I am her market audience.
This article originally appeared on Levo.com. I never thought anything was unusual about my current working situation until I explained it to my dad: “Well,…
Bahamas - Full liveset from SXSW
One of the best concerts I’ve been to, and I even went alone. It turned out to be a liberating experience.
I’m talking about music, loneliness and the transition to adulthood we didn’t see coming.
Yesterday I made the last minute decision to attend a concert by myself. My rationale for going was that I’d probably spend the evening alone anyway, so I may as well go out and be lonely in the presence of good live music. For many 20-somethings, it’s the first time that our individual life trumps the collective life of the friend group. Our jobs and relationships require and deserve more than a bare minimum effort, because we actually care. Ergo, many of us find we’re spending a significant portion of our days alone or only speaking to colleagues. So last night as I was biking across the Williamsburg Bridge in the warm late summer air, it occurred to me that this would be the norm as my social circle matured, and that could be liberating.
Without necessarily growing apart, many 20-somethings are experiencing a shift in obligations. Grad school, late nights at the office, medical school applications and future baby-daddy and wifey-hopefuls are a demanding workload. I don’t begrudge anyone putting full effort into their future. I’ve been known to head home early to Skype with my long distance beau. And for the last two months I’ve been working weekends and missing fun left, right and center. It’s just a point that doesn’t allow for as much whimsy among friends anymore. Hence going to a concert alone, which was actually awesome and the exact opposite of lonely.
Bahamas is the solo act of Afie Jurvanen accompanied by lady harmonies and percussion. He’s a soulful Canadian with a magnetic stage presence. Google compares him to Jack Johnson but depending on the song, I hear The National vibes. There’s a braid of presumed human hair on Afie’s guitar strap – his wife’s? He joked about his sad-sack lyrics and how the crowd cheered through “Can’t Take You With Me” a song that should drag anyone down into the depths of broken-hearted gloom. Yet, somehow the way he plucks the strings of his pink Strat make you feel inspired rather than depressed. Lucky me, since I was fully prepared to get sad drunk all by my lonesome.
When I showed up to the concert the first people in line were Mike and his 17-year-old daughter, Lily. When he heard I didn’t have a ticket, and knowing they were sold out, he gave me one of his two extras and refused to accept payment or barter of pizza, drinks, etc. from me. I never would’ve experienced this generosity without being by myself. Once on the inside, even the bartender was friendlier than expected, but that may have had more to do with me being more open to finding camaraderie in the moment.
Though there are fewer impromptu social gatherings since my early 20s, the silver lining to every brunch that gets scheduled weeks in advance, or actual phone call on a birthday become more meaningful. Instead of lamenting being alone, embrace it. Join a coed sports league, take trip-hop dance lessons, whatever, just be willing to entertain the idea that your social life doesn’t have to only exist with a pre-established group of friends. It’ll at least give you some new stories to tell at the next wedding.
Here’s a solid introduction to Bahamas. A full liveset session recorded at SXSW. Enjoy!
I wouldn’t rely on male birth control as your only means of contraception, but it’s a start.
1. What’s in a name?
Vasalgel is named after the vas deferens (the tube sperm swim through)
2. Where’s that needle going?!
Through a one-time injection, Vasalgel blocks sperm without severing the vas deferens, as a vasectomy would.
3. Are we talking months, years, forever?
The injection’s effects are reversible, but scientists aren’t sure how many years the implantation lasts yet.
4. Do I need to refinance my house to pay for it?
We don’t know how much it will cost but “A contraceptive shouldn’t cost more than a flat-screen TV!”
5. I want in, where do I sign up?
The Papsemus Foundation plans to begin human trials in 2015. There are thousands of requests, but if you’re interested stay informed.
6. When does Maury start losing guests?
Expected to hit the market in 2017
This is an awesome advancement in contraception BUT only condoms can prevent the spread of sexually transmitted infections.
Where Are They Now?
A look at where 80s cartoons, like Roger Rabbit, are now. It’s bleak.
Source: Steve Cutts Art