You can't see the shirt too well in this picture, but you can see that my hair just looks bad. What's up with that?
I haven't been doing this whole picture thing for long, and already I'm getting artsy!
This is the Tribal Leaves Camp Shirt, for those who wanna be just like me.
Marisa took this picture of me standing in the Chestnut Street Park.
Marisa also picked this shirt today, but it is her birthday! Happy birthday to her!
I have been told that this shirt is more of an orange sherbet color, as opposed to creamsicle.
Since I had to leave the apartment today (silly job!) I slipped on a shirt that makes me think of one of my favorite shows: Dexter.
Angel Batista, a fictional member of the Miami PD, often sports Tommy Bahama shirts on the show, and as you can see we both own at least one of the same shirts:
If I were a People magazine writer this is where I would say, "Who wore it best?!" Since I am not, in fact, a People magazine writer I am certain that I look best in the shirt (though Batista knows how to rock a hat!).
Today was one of those days were I didn't leave the apartment, so no need to break out a Hawaiian shirt. I decided to wear my good old Hivelogic t-shirt (in which, as you can see, I ran 2.5 miles).
Scott points to his ever expanding collection of Hawaiian shirts whilst wearing a nice linen number. Cotton is so breathable!
Kneel before your emperor!
For you Scott cosplay people out there, you can get your own Imperial Lotus shirt and pretend to be me! Make sure you have a Kindle on hand for the full experience.
I thought it might be fun to post a picture a day showcasing what the Hawaiian shirt of the day is.
This is the first post!
Ah, the good old days, when you could order a monkey from a magazine.
This is from a December 1964 issue of Photo Play.
Sometimes living in a big building with lots of other people (many of whom are elderly) is a drag. I know Marisa would like some outdoor space, and I would prefer never having to engage in small talk while in the elevator.
That being said, there are some up sides to our current living situation: your chances of having something very odd happen are much higher.
My evidence is as follows:
The other day I was going to pick up something at a near by retailer. I doffed my baseball cap and made my way to the elevator bank down the hall from our apartment. In between two of the elevator banks is a small table which usually has nothing of interest on it. That day it had this on it:
A couple of days later the coat was gone and, I can only assume, a little person in Philadelphia was much warmer.
Data point two:
Our building has a bulletin board set up by the mail room where residents can post placards and announcements. I often read whatever is posted because I have an odd sense of humor... and people post some weird stuff.
How weird? Here's the most recent odd posting:
It takes a special person to not only post about a miraculous seat cushion, but go the extra mile and include an artist's rendering to help identify said cushion.
If the cushion is yours let me know and I'll pass along the contact number.
That's what I thought this blog post was about. Sadly, I was mistaken.