
Tuesday, January 17, 2012

"He has curly black hair, pale-green eyes, and the relaxed demanor of someone who lives five minutes away from his favorite beach."
Sometimes, thanks to the talented writers at The New Yorker, we don't even need images.
Sometimes, thanks to the talented writers at The New Yorker, we don't even need images.



In honor of our dear friend who left "Let's make better mistakes next year" notes in unknown offices, we would like to quote the slightly more famous Samuel Beckett: "Ever tried. Ever failed. No matter. Try again. Fail again. Fail better."
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