a goose egg


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I have found myself in a hippy bar that I found. the restroom wallpaper is records and I like their self interpretative art

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the best thing about visiting an american city is drinking the final brews of the night surrounded by the good strangers and the complete vibe of this city

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indeed

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sounds good to me

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the more I explore Atlanta its history and culture the more I celebrate the poetic justice of donald trump turning Georgia blue

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took my coworkers back to Gus’s spicy fried chicken. while we were there the fire alarm began to beep. the table of furries next to us started to cheer to the beat of the alarm. then the server behind the counter started dancing. so obviously I had to take my travel cajon out and get an actual beat going.

coworker: you always keep a drum in your backpack?

me: who doesn’t?

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there’s so much privilege that people don’t realize they have like I have so much social anxiety that I had to ask my CEO to take a selfie with me (which he hates doing) as a lead in to the conversation I actually wanted to have with him

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I finally found a bartender who hates me. that’s quite an accomplishment that deserves a huge tip

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feeling much sexier now that I’ve gorilla glued the sole back to my shoe. got the swag back big time

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like beer left open in the sun your 2016 protest vote decision keeps getting worse with age

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when in doubt put it on your company card

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I’m at an in person company conference where coworkers are meeting each other for the first time in two years and it’s a heart warming scene. I already had my heartwarming scene with my people earlier and now I’m just soaking in other people’s happiness and camaraderie

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visiting Atlanta for the first time and my first order of business was to taste Gus’s famous chicken that just happened to be next to my hotel. the hype is real. best fried chicken of my life: spicy crunchy and juicy

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small town craft fairs are the bomb. in the space of a few hours yesterday I got to chat with a local woodworking artisan who wants me to test his new line of percussion instruments and a local artist who hitchhiked from new Mexico to Pennsylvania with whom I jammed on the cajon and we might do open mic rap - cajon sessions at a local bar in the near future. I also discovered that I can improv djembe and cajon beats for five straight hours no problem.

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traveling to atlanta tomorrow, first business trip, flight, hotel room in two years. anxious but also excited about visiting the newest blue state

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good day of birding today considering it’s only the first day of may. spotted 46 species including the first bald eagle of the year

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playing unsolicited beats at my wife’s art stall at the town punk rock flea market. come for the cajon stay for the djembe (and the dog (mostly the dog))

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I love how wildflower cover in Pennsylvanian woods keeps changing week by week month by month. this week golden ragwort is queen 📷 🗺

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I have decided to never have an ordinary day ever again

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watching my name sake, the Carolina Wren enjoy the suet feeder a few feet away from me 🐦

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when you’re a billionaire and you don’t need to hunt or gather anymore for sustenance your mind turns towards fulfilling your innermost desires. for Bill Gates it’s to save the world by eradicating disease. for elon musk it’s to gain validation by buying the social network where people make fun of him for being a total mediocre imbecile

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some day I’ll write a long form post about why I love wrens maybe tomorrow

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my local pub is doing a schitts creek trivia and I wish I remembered more from when we were panic binge watching it every night exactly two years ago locked down in a cabin in the pocono mountains during the first wave

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sister looked displeased with my presence

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in hindsight I should’ve left twitter when a twitter troll became president