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tyd.com guide to blowing the moment you meet your favorite celebrity in the airport

Airport security lines are funny places.  You wanna know why?  Because every average person has to go through them.  You see a lot of interesting sights, except you never really picture celebrities going through TSA, do you?  Maybe it’s just me.  In my warped reality, if you are a person of even the slightest bit of importance, then whenever you travel in your private G6 it’ll gracefully land in some airport I’ve never heard of and you’ll mosey your way through a security line where you’re greeted with open arms and gifts, maybe even offer to let you frisk them for a change…right?

Nah.

My friends, unless you’re Jay-Z (and please correct me if you’ve seen him at the airport getting full body scanned), then you go through like everybody else.  And who travels more than celebrities?  So, it’s completely feasible that one might run into Dave 1 from Chromeo while they’re taking their shoes off before slithering through that metal detector.  If that was someone you’d always want to meet, would you know what to say?  Well, do not fear because we’re going to tell you exactly how to ruin this opportunity.  Get your ID’s and boarding passes ready, here is The Yuppie Dilemma Guide to Blowing the Moment You Meet Your Favorite Celebrity in the Airport.

  1. Don’t Trust Your Gut or Previous Knowledge.  I don’t mean to sound like one of those “I’ve been down with this band before they were cool” but if you remember the first time you saw Needy Girl on MTV2 then you know what I’m talmbout.  If you watched it 100 times, you most definitely understand.  Now Imagine that you’ve seen every music video Chromeo has ever released since, purchased every album they’ve ever made, gone to every show they’ve ever played in Boston, and downloaded every Remix they’ve ever produced.  Point is, you have a pretty good idea of what the duo looks like.  I mean, the first show you attended, you were in the goddamn front row! So when Dave 1 (seen right) is standing directly behind you in the security line, don’t turn around and say wuttup.  Instead, make sure you question everything you think you know.  Wait, is that really Dave?  Nah, it can’t be.  Then, look for new evidence.  For example, creepily peer over your shoulder for two minutes trying to look at his boarding pass to make sure it said Dave Macklovitch.  Then, Google image search “dave from chromeo” and try to hold the results up to see if the faces match, all while you’re on the security line at the airport.  If that fails, then
  2. Ask An Awkward, Yet Indirect Question for Verification.  So you blew the couple of minutes you had on line to shoot the breeze with the person.  It’s all good!  Wait until it’s his turn to go through security and try to slither in that silly ass question most celebrities probably hate: YO! Has anyone ever told you that you look JUST like Dave 1 from Chromeo??  While they won’t say this, they will likely think “Come on b, you know it’s me…I saw you creeping at my boarding pass 2 minutes ago, gimme a break!”  But if they are cool, they’ll affirm you with something like “Yes I have…that’s probably because I AM Dave 1 from Chromeo…”  At this point, you can’t 100% botch the moment, but you can definitely make it worse by
  3. Repeating yourself multiple times.  Don’t bother asking the questions you’ve always wanted to know like, “Yo Dave, what’s your favorite song you guys play in a set,” or “How do you feel about Dipset getting back together.”  Nope.  Simply put, just keep saying “WOW!” over and over again.  Say it until people around you get uncomfortable.  After you’ve said it 10 times, say it 10 more times. If that gets boring, just start to say “SWAG!”  Trust me, it’ll give the person you’ve approached zero reason to continue the conversation.  Luckily, I was crafty enough to ask to shake his hand, tell him I knew all his songs and went to all his shows, and advise him to keep making good music.  But if at some point you get the urge to capture the moment, always remember to
  4. Forget To Ask Someone To Take The Picture FOR You So You Can Be In It.

Follow these tips, and you’ll definitely live with regrets, guaranteed.  Peace, love and keep the funk alive

-MillsyF

mean muggin’

Best. Travel. Mug. Ever.

Fully insulated.  All stainless steel everything.  Interchangable tops.  No goofy designs.  Just straight sippin’.  What’s your life like?

take a deep breath

You know that feeling when you’re running late and then you hear the announcement that the train you need to catch is running 20 minutes behind schedule and then you notice something awesome that let’s you know that everything is going to be alright?

I think everyone in this T station did. I only wish I hadn’t been so enamored for the first 3 minutes of the song that I didn’t think to take my phone out and get more of it on video. Stevie himself would be proud.

Angry birds of a feather…

A disturbing headline in avian current events caught our attention yesterday morning. You may have heard about this on your own but for those who don’t keep up with the news, somewhere in Arkansas on New Year’s Eve, 4,000 red-winged blackbirds rained from the sky, blanketing President Clinton’s backyard with dead bird carcasses. We’re not sure if bizarre completely captures the essence of that headline, but it definitely freaked some folks out ruffled a few feathers here and there. Ha. Ha. Haaaa.

First Natalie Portman announces she’s pregnant by AND engaged to the dude who choreographed Black Swan. Interesting, no?  THEN the Seattle Seahawks win the NFC West and make the damn playoffs with a 7 – 9 record.  Hmm.  And now we have 4000 dead birds falling from the sky? Now, normally after looking at the calendar and realizing 2012 is right around the corner anyone would half a brain would fully grasp that the world is coming to a close JUST how the Mayan homies warned us it would.  BUT a well-trained yuppie eye might’ve noticed some clarifying details in the follow-up reports that throw a wrench in this theory.

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The Fort Point Channel Flowers

When you take the same route to work everyday, things can become awfully stagnant. At my old job, I used to switch up my route every now and then just to spice things up, but since I’ve made some transitions, I now have the same routine walk across Fort Point Channel, 5 days a week. Let me tell you: it’s pretty dull.

Then one day, I noticed something extremely peculiar floating in the water near the bridge. I concluded it was nothing more than a piece of trash, so I ignored it and continued on my way. It wasn’t until a few days later that I realized that piece of trash kept growing.

So I’m out for lunch with my boss one day going to grab lobster rolls at this great spot downtown, and as we’re passing the channel, we spot a guy in a tiny rowboat next to the garbage flotilla. Strangely enough, he seemed to be adding more garbage to it. Painfully curious, we stopped to ask him what he was doing.

The man in the boat was in the middle of making one of the more creative pieces of green art I’ve ever seen. He explained that he was an artist and this was his latest project. Using thrown away plastic detergent bottles as well as other pieces of garbage, he came up with the idea of floating water lilies.

He’s since made two, and they are anchored at the bottom of the channel. While the idea of this was pretty dope on its own, there’s a kicker. His flowers are meant to close and bloom with the tides; on high tide, they will sink underneath and come together like a tulip, but on low tide they expand out like water lilies. I don’t know about you, but I find that to be absolutely amazing. We never got his name, but I’m excited to see how many of these pop up in the water before the winter months. Take a look at them if you’re in the area!

-MillsyF

next stop: Urban Station

Urban Station.  Doesn’t it just sound like a yuppie dreamscape?

For our generation, going to the coffee shop to use wireless internet is as natural as stealing it from your neighbor. Unless of course, they figured out how to put a password  on their router (always sucks, doesn’t it?). I’ll be the first to admit that a fair amount of writing for this blog takes place at our favorite coffee shop.  Give me some comfy chairs, a laid back atmosphere, some power outlets, and an invisible pipeline to the information super highway and I might be there for a while.  The problem lies in the fact that I often want to set up shop and “work” there, even though I don’t want to buy any food (not to mention I have no business drinking coffee anyway).

Urban Station, where have you been all my life?

Combining the ideas of the coffee shop and the office in a comfortably hip, yet elegant fashion, Urban Station. While you’ll pay by the hour to chill here, you’ll have access to everything you might possibly need to get on your remote grind: high speed wireless internet, books and magazines, dozens of chairs and tables, plugs, rental lockers, locks for your lap-machine, and (here it comes) unlimited snacks and drinks, including coffee. Yeah, I guess you could call it a yuppie social club.

If you’re into off-site business meetings, Urban Station has you covered with conference rooms complete with printers, fax machines, and scanners. And if you have to run a quick errand, the place even has a few bikes that you can rent.

But like most cool places we wish we could hang out, this trip requires a passport, as Urban Station is location in Buenos Aires, Argentina. Still, this place is without a doubt yuppie-certified. So what do you think? If a spot like this popped up in your neighborhood, would you shell out a few bills to spend some time here?

Check out more pics below!

(via The Cool Hunter)

-MillsyF

the rain sucked, but

Boom.

Not a double rainbow, but still.

-MillsyF

yuppie aroma

I’ll let you all in on a dirty little secret of mine: I’m not supposed to have caffeine (kicks empty 5-hour energy canister under couch). And not in the woo-it-makes-me-cray-cray way. I actually have a bit of a heart condition and caffeine tends to make it worse. Unfortunately, I also possess the stubborn soul of an 83-year-old man whose doctor told him he can’t have any Werther’s originals if he wishes to live to see 83 1/2. The last thing you want to do to an 83-year-old man on a bad day is tell him he can’t have his butterscotch toffee hard candy.

There’s a direct correlation between the sourness of my mood and the number of raindrops splashing against the ground when I’m trying to get to work. I don’t think I need to explain that on this particular morning in question, a stop at Dunkin Donuts wasn’t really even an option.

So as I clawed my way through the crowded mass of yups waiting for their beverages to claim my soy latte (add lactose intolerance to the list of adversities I’ve had to overcome to get to where I am today) a woman taps me lightly on the shoulder. I whip my head around, ready to bark a warning that I could snap at her or suddenly go into cardiac arrest if I didn’t get that coffee right then and now

“You smell like a rain forest…but in a good way!”

“Um…thanks. Goodbye”

But as I wandered through my office later on trying to decide whether homegirl was trying to suggest that my scent was the Depleting Habitat limited Edition or Eau de Orangutan, I received another compliment…6 hours later. I then remembered that although I usually don’t wear cologne on weekdays, I had put some on this morning. A scent that may have in fact conjured up rainforest-like images in the mind of a young, female professional as she got her morning coffee.

Garnet & Moss is an exclusive collection of fragrances made from a coconut oil base with vitamin E.. Spun off from The Ivory Magnolia (think: Etsy), they’ve created a line of cool, refreshing, natural scents that last long but don’t feel contrived. All the colognes are Alcohol-free, Preservative-free, and Dye-free and they are all made, bottled and labeled by hand. I ordered a sampler for a measly $12 a few months back and I’ve been hooked ever since.

I believe I was wearing Tree Moss that morning, which is described by “woody and green notes blended with citrus, sage, jasmine, eucalyptus, orris, patchouli, and sandalwood.” Not really things you would find in downtown Boston, but if I can bring some uh…rain forest…to the ladies, why shouldn’t I? Some other recommendations from their line are Ocean and Pinstripe Suit, but you can see the whole line here. $24 will get you the 36ml bottle of your choice, tied with ribbon and packaged in a clear box, but if you’re really trying to smell good, browse around, because they have stuff like shower gels and pre-shave oils to rock with as well. Just make sure you save Classic Bay Rum for the weekends. Smelling like the outdoors is one thing, but you don’t want to give your coworkers and wrong ideas.

-Millsy F

hump day music

If you have a person that inspires you to make it to the end of the this week, then this song is for you. From the cubicle to the roots of the grass.

-Millsy F

When its time to drill baby drill

With that pesky spill in the Gulf finally plugged and clean-up efforts (hopefully) making progress, somewhere a pelican angel is getting his oily wings. But in the meantime, yuptivist human beings are busy coming up with creative ways to raise money to cleanup this mess.

From the people that brought you the Obama Condom (“Hope is not a form of protection”) and the McCain Condom (“Old, but not expired”) comes the next logical step in crudely punny & gimmicky contraception: The Oil-Spill Condoms.

Now for the rest of this post, we will refrain from using the words gush, mess, pipe, deep drilling, or burst. While one would expect to be able to find this in their local gag gift store, right next to the mesh condoms, the reason we’re posting this is because 20% of all proceeds will be donated to help rebuild the Gulf Coast via The Gulf Coast Oil Spill Fund. The $50k they plan to raise will be made into emergency grants for nonprofit orgs doing their part to help folks affected by the oil spill. After seeing some testimonies from people there on the ground, we can’t emphasize enough how devastating this buffoonery is going to be for some people, and so they still need our help.  However, there is an important issue that doesn’t seem to be addressed.

As funny as it seems, why would we ever buy a condom inspired by the leakiest event in environmental history? The packaging and the website say very little about how effective these things are at doing what they are supposed to do. And if their success rate was anything like BPs with stopping spills, it’s not anything to call home about. Unless of course you’re calling home to tell your parents that they are going to be grandparents. So while oilspillcondoms.com’s intentions might be superbly great, we might have to pass up on this one.

And honestly, at $30 for 10 condoms, we’re probably gonna do what we should’ve done in Iraq years ago: pull out.

-Millsy F

(via Inhabitat)

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