i may or may not be wearing a cape right now. hint: i am.

unspoken friday tradition: hunch overtired in front of the computer and laugh too hard. this week i'm revisiting that old guilty pleasure


bin lan hustle evidence [photography // bikes]

it happened. if it weren't for a looming typhoon the turnout may have been better, but a good time was had by all nonetheless. i have extra t-shirts, mail me (johnmurn at if you would like to buy one (or ten). check out all the photo sets: jeff // ken // mauriah // fhai


my bike [bikes]

this, friends, is bike porn. i might be out of the office for a while.

russian punks [photography]

brandon bird [art]


the photographic dictionary [photography]

the photographic dictionary is dedicated to defining words through the literal, figurative and personal meanings found in each photograph.


*repost* bin lan hustle [bikes] *repost*

yes, i'm whoring out my race. yes, i'm too busy to actually post other content. click the picture.

nytimes blogs [BABL]

this is really obvious, but if you're still reading after seeing the title and graphics, then perhaps not. this post exists because i've had a bunch of conversations recently where i've been shocked/judgmental/half-offended guy regarding the blogs at ["you don't (insert verb of knowledge or participation here) (insert cultural niche/cool signifier here)?"]. what i'm saying is, you may be wasting your time reading this blog right now. i do far too much unrewarding trolling and wandering on the internet and when the times blogs flash back into my consciousness i'm always absorbed. for instance, right now you can win free old books, get belated tips on how to survive pitching to one of the greatest hitters ever, and find out how to extend your vacation from a week to months. of course there are also loads of things on politics, health, tech, business, whatever, whatever. [sidebar: is it humorous that the graphic for lens got out of focus when i stretched it to fit?]


blind prom // sarah wilson [photography]

I remember last year overhearing a conversation a couple was having as they were reuniting before prom. She grabbed his hand and ran his fingers along the sequins of her dress, to the curls in her hair, and to the strand of pearls around her neck. His response was an exuberant, “Wow, you look so beautiful!” I know that she felt beautiful.

john hall wheelock [writing]


Dark-eyed, out of the snow-cold sea you came,
The young blood under the cheek like dawn-light showing,
Stray tendrils of dark hair in the sea-wind blowing,
Comely and grave, out of the sea you came.

Slim covered thigh and slender stockinged foot
In swift strides over the burnished shingle swinging,
Sweet silence of your smile, soft sea-weed clinging,
Here and there, to the wet bathing-suit.

O fierce and shy, your glance so piercing-true
Shot fire to the struck heart that was as tinder—
The fire of your still loveliness, the tender
High fortitude of the spirit shining through.

And the world was young. O love and song and fame
Were part of youth’s still ever believed-in story,
And hope crowned all, when in dear and in queenly glory,
Out of the snow-cold sea to me you came.