wherespmac.blogspot.com
Where's Paul McPherson?: Patting My Back
http://wherespmac.blogspot.com/2013/04/patting-my-back.html
Thursday, March 28, 2013. I'm still riding the high of scoring the winning point in a last night's pick-up game. Sure, it was a sloppy in-traffic lay-up that barely rattled in. Sure, it was the end to a game that featured two tiny 15-year-old kids. Kids who had far superior dribbling and shooting skills than myself. Too-cool-for-school kids that shrugged me off post-game, after I tried to give them some praise and compliment their game. China, Gilbert is smiling. Posted by Justin Adler.
wherespmac.blogspot.com
Where's Paul McPherson?: A Modest Proposal (With A Knife-Edge Pass)
http://wherespmac.blogspot.com/2013/03/a-modest-proposal-with-knife-edge-pass.html
Friday, March 29, 2013. A Modest Proposal (With A Knife-Edge Pass). I don't know much about franchising, the Air Force's budget, or Catalonia's ongoing independence efforts. But here's a sales pitch I wrote from the Blue Angels to the Catalan government. I think it's a win-win for all parties involved. Dear Arthur Mas or any high-ranking Catalan official who loves air shows:. Franchise – the aerobatic flight demonstration squadron that is essential to any military. More importantly, the Angels. FC Barcel...
wherespmac.blogspot.com
Where's Paul McPherson?: January 2013
http://wherespmac.blogspot.com/2013_01_01_archive.html
Tuesday, January 29, 2013. This is something I wrote in March 2012 and just finally got around to polishing up now. My only friend might be having an extra marital affair with a guy from. Who is 24 years his younger. None of that stopped me from becoming grossly fascinated with a modular shelf unit. It was composed of seven different sized wooden boxes that each hung in perfect chaos by seven brown leather cords connected to a central rod. The cherry on top was its ludicrous. Price point of 300 euros.
wherespmac.blogspot.com
Where's Paul McPherson?: Pakis and PBJ
http://wherespmac.blogspot.com/2012/12/pakis-and-pbj.html
Wednesday, December 19, 2012. In my most extreme case of having too much time on my hands, I tried to restore American-Pakistani relations. one peanut-butter and jelly sandwich at a time . It began when I was buying a jar of peanut butter from my uber-local bodega (that's in the NYC vernacular, not a spanish vineyard). The cashier Abdul told me that he'd never tried peanut butter and he really didn't know what it was. That was my cue to don my ambassador hat and show Abdul a classic American meal. Justin...
wherespmac.blogspot.com
Where's Paul McPherson?: March 2013
http://wherespmac.blogspot.com/2013_03_01_archive.html
Friday, March 29, 2013. A Modest Proposal (With A Knife-Edge Pass). I don't know much about franchising, the Air Force's budget, or Catalonia's ongoing independence efforts. But here's a sales pitch I wrote from the Blue Angels to the Catalan government. I think it's a win-win for all parties involved. Dear Arthur Mas or any high-ranking Catalan official who loves air shows:. Franchise – the aerobatic flight demonstration squadron that is essential to any military. More importantly, the Angels. FC Barcel...
wherespmac.blogspot.com
Where's Paul McPherson?: Quick Munich Memories
http://wherespmac.blogspot.com/2012/12/quick-munich-memories.html
Monday, December 17, 2012. I went to Munich last weekend, where I drank some beer, endured the frigid, frigid cold, saw some guys surfing in the same frigid, frigid cold. On my birthday I went to the BMW Museum, a fancy spot where I'm pretty sure I was the only person wearing grocery store plastic bags in my shoes. Posted by Justin Adler. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Still putting words together just to match. Justin Adler is a writer of sorts who inconsistently produces this blog.
wherespmac.blogspot.com
Where's Paul McPherson?: April 2013
http://wherespmac.blogspot.com/2013_04_01_archive.html
Tuesday, April 16, 2013. Thursday Night Adventures With Old Christine. On top of the joy that comes with conversing with the human incarnate of Foghorn Leghorn, I love talking to Christine because I feel like I'm doing some good in the world by spending time with an old woman who lives by herself. The other day I suggested that Christine come over for dinner. I tell ya, I'm nuts.". When game time rolled around and Sarah and I strolled the thirty feet from apt 203 to apt 207. Christine rumbled to the ...
wherespmac.blogspot.com
Where's Paul McPherson?: September 2012
http://wherespmac.blogspot.com/2012_09_01_archive.html
Saturday, September 29, 2012. It's a rainy day in Barcelona, which is a good excuse to post all my pictures from last weekend's Merce festival. Apparently it's not a good enough excuse for me to think of anything entertaining to write about the festival. Show and full video of the Sant Jaume. And some more correfoc photos:. I'm not actually hitting this girl. I swear. Posted by Justin Adler. Links to this post. Thursday, September 27, 2012. Haircuts and Gangsta Baby Tees. I wrote a post. I really don't t...
wherespmac.blogspot.com
Where's Paul McPherson?: November 2012
http://wherespmac.blogspot.com/2012_11_01_archive.html
Friday, November 30, 2012. The second half of the list of airbnb guests who stayed with us. Sara and Allesandro Zurich, Switzerland Both low 30s. Christelle and her friend Paris, France Both low 30s. Our only guests to speak to us in Spanish. Nice people. Victoria and Anna Moscow, Russia One was 23, the other was 30. In the end everything went OK and they even gifted us a kitschy Moscow fridge magnet, but we still hated them. Alena and Alena Prague, Czech Republic Daughter: 25ish Mom: Normal mom age.
wherespmac.blogspot.com
Where's Paul McPherson?: Teaching English
http://wherespmac.blogspot.com/2013/01/teaching-english.html
Tuesday, January 29, 2013. This is something I wrote in March 2012 and just finally got around to polishing up now. My only friend might be having an extra marital affair with a guy from. Who is 24 years his younger. None of that stopped me from becoming grossly fascinated with a modular shelf unit. It was composed of seven different sized wooden boxes that each hung in perfect chaos by seven brown leather cords connected to a central rod. The cherry on top was its ludicrous. Price point of 300 euros.
