Chomping (At The Bit)

In this post, we’re going to beak down an activity we notice constantly. We snark about it when we see it in others, and when we see it in ourselves we try to tone it down. The behavior is called “chomping” due to its similarity to a restrained racehorse. At the very moment the purebreds are placed into the gates they begin anticipating the following events: gates open, and the short dude hits them with a stick until they run around the track. Obviously the quickest way to end the thwacking is to race as fast as possible to the finish line – is it any surprise the horses press the gates and chomp at the bit to expedite the conclusion of this unpleasant exercise?

Random Cameraphone Schtüffenzie

Clearing out our cameraphone's cache:

We've Been Reading Too Much HRO

Thought I had it all
Graduated and 'got a job' in an alt.area
Thought I could live somewhere alt
Be one of those bros who just bikes places
Who flakes out on apptmnts 2 do something more relevant
Consume locally, nosh on fusion tacos/remixed comfort food/seasonal new american fare
Do other relevant things I found on my iPhone

Pros and Cons of New York

We are moving to Austin and had a going away party. As a "cheesy party gimmick" we asked the guests to write their most favorite and least favorite things about NYC. Our reactions are in italics.

We're on Team STFU

The most culturally transcendent moment of 2010 in America was undoubtedly the war over "The Tonight Show", in which the fears and stereotypes of generational angst played out on the national stage. Every audience member in this great show had the opportunity to jeer and opionionate with this ugly episode.

Quarterlife Crisis Vol. 1: Setting the Scene

A Tendinitis Cure?

A few years ago, we were in daily pain. We loved to play basketball, but our knee did not. Patellar tendinitis, aka "Jumper's Knee", flared up without fail after playing. The next few days would be filled with grimaces and sometimes a slight limp. When the pain subsided enough, we would play again and the cycle would begin anew. We tried taking OTC anti-inflammatories like Ibuprofen or Aleve, but they would only provide momentary relief. We couldn't just take them all the time because we didn't want to end up like Alonzo Mourning. Even a month's rest (because of ankle sprains) did little to 'quell the beast'; we had been suffering from tendinitis for over a year. A cure came from an unlikely source: binge drinking/eating at a crawfish boil.