T, who is always impressively good at reading the non-Americanized news from the U.K., sent me this awesome Guardian photo feature of seventies rockers at home w/ the 'rents (as shot by John Olson of Life). There's something especially charming about the one of David Crosby and his dad. Maybe it's D.C.'s suede shirt. Or that rad mustardy flowered chair.
Also, I feel the need to apologize (again?) for my major blogging malfunction as of late. It's winter. My futon is on loan to a too-big little brother. I've actually been reading and going to the gym. Blah, blah, blah. My Jan. 28th resolution is to suck less.
It took me until 2008 to realize that writing things on the internet doesn't (necessarily) make you the most annoying person in the universe. Then my friend had a dream that I had a blog where I posted a photo of myself in an orange sequined dress. Hot.
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