Just Get Yourself Free.

(More old photos).

Parry family station wagon, driven on countless camping, rock climbing and kayaking trips.

And why my mom has no pop culture references from her childhood.

Grand Teton mountain range in the background. Most beautiful view in the world.

PLEASE READ: Amazing Esquire article on Warren Hern, the last late-term abortion doctor.

(big thank you to Andrew Bluebond for finding this).

So I now have a tumblr.

It'll pretty much be just like this, but less words, more images.

I could spend a lifetime on these sites: Flashdance and Our Labor of Love.

Makes you think a) Life is awesome! b) Can I please be invited to all of these?

Amy Wells, the set decorator for Mad Men, was on NPR today. So, set decorator = coolest job ever.

Cool sets: all James Bond interiors - esp. from the '60s and '70s, Monica's apartment and Central Perk...

Totally obsessed with listening to...

Lullaby, Dixie Chicks

(Recently heard on an episode of True Blood so dug it out of the iPod archive). One of the most beautiful, simple love songs.

A Sweet Summer's Night on Hammer Hill, Jens Lekman

This song is definitive summertime: trumpet, hand claps, chorus and vocals barely make it over the background noise of an outdoor party so vivid it feels like you're there.

With a Girl Like You, The Troggs

Love. Really cool love.

50 Ways to Leave Your Lover, Paul Simon

Gosh, I love you Paul Simon.

My Aunt, Uncle and Mom (in the middle, with the glasses and knee socks).

It's neat to get this glimpse into the lives of people you know so well, in a world you have absolutely no existence in.

Health Care II.

When the health care town hall crazies are tearing down Rosa Parks posters and bringing handguns...

And when mainstream media propagates their paranoia over and over into legitimacy...

I kinda lose faith in humanity.

So I listen to Bruce...

Or really, Woody Guthrie via Bruce.

This Is What A Feminist Looks Like.

Perhaps it's too many back-to-back episodes of Mad Men (love it), but I'm feeling particularly elated/super duper pumped about Sonia's confirmation. 

Wise latinas rule. And so do girls.

Especially in regards to their unique points-of-view. (Own it).

For Fall.

I would love to own these shoes from Anthropologie.

They scream back to school.

...oh wait.

Don't You (Forget About Me).

I feel like the recent death of John Hughes deserves some sort of tribute post:

Because I just really love teen movies circa the '80s.

Some see it as the decade that was a vapid, cultural wasteland, but I think the movies prove differently and are pretty much an art form unto themselves.

They are filled with perfectly quirky moments and off-center characters, pulled off effortlessly - a trait any indie movie today would kill for.

The angst lacks the melodrama of  a Garden State.

No teen stars today are half as visually interesting or un-airbrushed as Molly Ringwald or Ally Sheedy.

There are so many iconic moments and memorable quotes that ensure they'll live forever, like that image of John Cusack holding up a stereo in the rain for Say Anything.

And they make you fall in love with bands like The Smiths.

Personally, my all-time favorite is Better Off Dead.

Because a young John Cusack is irresistibly charming and the science projects, $2 paperboy and dancing hamburgers are hilarious. 

But there are so many classics...

Back to the Future I and II.

Big.

Dirty Dancing and my all-time favorite quote, "I carried a watermelon."

Teen Witch with my other favorite quote, "Nobody's comin' to your Sweet Sixteen party Louise."

And of course, the incomparable:

Ferris Bueller's Day Off. Cameron being my favorite character.

Breakfast Club.

Sixteen Candles.

and

Pretty in Pink.

(There's also my '80s favorites Airplane!, When Harry Met Sally, Working Girl, Cocktail, Rain Man and Overboard - but they don't fit into the teen movie category).

So, take a moment to enjoy a perfectly '80s movie. Preferably catching it on a random channel like TBS or TNT on a lazy Saturday morning, while you're eating cereal in pajamas.

Because in the words of Ferris Bueller: 

Life moves pretty fast. If you don't stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it.

Piazza, Patio.

[a story about this guy who]

Lives in a building that used to be a hotel. His apartment still has that exact feel: copycat curtains and bedding, prints of watercolor paintings in cheap gold frames, floral wallpaper, bathroom by the door...

Whenever he travels, he feels like he's home.