getting to the land where mustaches aren't ironic.

Made the trek from Brooklyn to Suburbia (aka Ohio) today and found myself thoroughly amused with airport life and the rhythm of writing on the go - its so different from sitting at a desk or at a coffee shop. I think being forced to physically change spaces or write in *much smaller spaces than I'm used to really did something for me.
Note.

To.

Self.

That said, check out the mustache on that cop!! Riiiight?!!! Toto, we're not in Williamsburg anymore. Also, if the 'stache wasn't enough that kung-fu grip on the license comes in close second for being best thing I saw today besides my Mom.
Ahh...the bliss of being back in Ohio.

<3 it.

writing in Harlem.

Yesterday I had the pleasure of heading up to Harlem to work at my friend Artem's start-up company. The boys were kind enough to invite me over while I was working on some ad stuff for them AND feed me one of the best meals I'll have all month. They actually have their own private chef! The food was delicious, as was the company. And, today I'm off to get my hair cut for the first time in 4.5 months, w00t!