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I took this picture about one year and one week ago today, when I was working at a candy store for a few months after finding myself suddenly without a job in August. I don’t know why I never posted it, but figured today would be a fitting occasion, as I’ve now commemorated the whole weird experience—mostly in terms of my love for Darlene Love’s “Marshmallow World”—in a post for the Paris Review blog. (It’s 64 degrees and raining right now so I am yearning hardcore for last year’s amazing perfect Christmas weather but not for all the candy-slinging that preceded it.)

This might be my favorite photo taken at a wedding all year (and I have seen so many photos taken at weddings this year… sooo damn many). (Yay Austin & Erin / nice work Andy!)

Unmarried pals, if I start pressuring you to get hitched, it’s not because I need your relationship to be legally validated in the eyes of society. It’s mostly because I haven’t yet figured out that you can dance like an idiot and take goofy photos of yourself with friends at events and times in your life other than just weddings. So please just remember that.

(Source: Flickr / erinkr82)

This guy thought he was about ten times bigger than he actually was, I think. Also near Half Moon Bay.

Half Moon Bay.

My way pretty little sister on the Golden Gate Bridge last week.

Atlanta: Pretty even when it’s ugly.