Stop smiling you phony bitch.
Gaze behind you at the herd of nigh 8,000 frenzied, frigid runners who will be stampeding towards you for the next 26.2 miles. Ready? Go!
I’m mostly made of pixels and halftones, but from far away I’m just an asshole.
Backseatin’ with the cool-kids: Niece Abby and Neph-dog Jacob.
Ellie takes her new Shelby Cobra for a cruise around the block.
What was my favorite food from Thanksgiving?
This Thanksgiving, I am thankful that all my siblings live in the same state again.
The unlikely intersection of Chanukah, Thanksgiving, the beach, and San Francisco in late-November. It won’t happen again for another kabillion years or so I am told.