Hipo-Crispy
I'm Alex Bauer. But my friends call me Bauer.
get ready.
alex bauer these remind me of you for some reason. i hope you see this post
Tomorrow I am going to my best friend, Eric’s, church to hear him give a speech before his two year mission. I bought him a very nice pocket knife and included a nice note. I’m not sure if I’m supposed to bring gifts to this kind of event but it feels appropriate. Besides, I’m wearing a suit. I’m allowed to do ridiculously classy things (like gift giving) while I’m in a suit.
I went knife shopping today (for this knife) with my girlfriend Ashley. (A girl who will look at knives with me. Thumbs up) Being with this girl has changed my thoughts on what I need from a “significant other”. The running list was:
1) Be the role of best friend
2) Great at kissing and… stuff
3) Drinking buddy
To be honest, those three things are broad enough to cover all the bases to make me happy. Besides, its not really my job to be happy… I’d prefer to make my girl happy.
Ashley and Biz care about me in a way that I had, at one point in my life, accepted that would never be filled again. Not that any person I have lost can ever be replaced but… you know. Maybe y’all don’t know and that’s ok.
Don’t let anyone let you think that lack of pain is weakness. Or that lack of anger or depression is boring. Or that cynics are smart and clever. None of that is true.
Anyway, I don’t like to write about myself because I don’t think anyone really cares to read about me. I mean, who the fuck am I? (Don’t say it, Biz) I’ll have a conversation and share with you back and fourth but come on. I’m not a book. The point I’m trying to make is that I have a reason for telling you about my life.
For the first time ever, I can remember thinking back to a time where I hated any idea of relationship. I can think back to a time where I believed that what I found in my friendship with Codi would never exist again. I can’t think back to a time when watching my best friend leave for two years would be hard.
At that time I understood that these were things that wouldn’t change or become less intense in my life. At least not anytime soon.
But for this time right now, the awkward time after school and before summer work, I’m really just fucking happy. I’m excited as I look forward.
I was wrong then and all of you are wrong too. You don’t know your life, so stop trying to convince yourself you do.
I’m also going to Africa.
Good night, Friends.
-Bauer
I didn’t use shampoo today
Dean Martin and Frank Sinatra share their respective recipes for Hamburgers.
For over 13 years (and girlfriend and children), architect Mickey Muennig lived in the tiny Greenhouse—his 1976 take on the then-popular dome and his celestial artistic response. From the deck of the outdoor bath, you can see up the coast.
Inside the one-room house, the reclaimed-redwood platform bed hangs on slender steel rods fastened to the ceiling. The ceiling cap is a vent—the house’s thermostat.
HH: Dome Dwelling
This is even better than a treehouse. Imagine thunderstorms…!
(via generosityisthekey)
A guitar-string bracelet I made for my biddie girlfriend
“Youth is not a sin. Age is not an accomplishment.”
Maurice Sendak, widely considered the most important children’s book artist of the 20th century, author of Splendid Nightmares, Where the Wild Things Are, In the Night Kitchen died at 83. RIP Maurice.
Ben Howard’s cover of “Call Me Maybe.” Beautiful.
(Source: annamalstylefries)
