Hipster Jeans? WTF???


You’re a(n) fashionable person ass hole, you don’t need me to tell you that. When you enter the room, people gasp. Your clothes, of such exacting cut and flawlessly coordinated style, are a testament to your immaculate taste. This is why when you saw that Nordstrom was selling pre-muddied jeans for $425, you snapped them up immediately. You couldn’t give them your money fast enough, you gave yourself a compound wrist fracture trying to type your credit card details in too quickly.

You know what you want your clothes to say about you, and these clothes say “I have a lot of money, and have also possibly been to a farm one time or maybe got disastrously caught in the rain”. A simpleton might tell you that you could have bought a normal pair of jeans for like $50 and just let mud naturally accrue on them by not being cautious enough in wet conditions, but you know that fashion isn’t just about how things look, it’s also about how much things cost and which factory in Bangladesh they were made in.

Your appetite for sartorial perfection can’t be whetted, though. As the expression goes, fashion is never finished, especially not while you’ve still got money to spend. You know what would go perfectly with those muddied Nordstrom jeans that look just so good on you? This bloodied hessian sack I just happen to have and am willing to part with for a mere $300 dollars.

The sack, made from 100% real hessian, was infused with actual human blood and artfully frayed under circumstances that I’m not really inclined to get into, but which dictate that I would like to sell it very quickly. Splattered with small amounts of mud and erratically decorated with vents that look like they might have been made by a haphazardly swung kitchen knife, the sack can be worn as an interesting head garment, a conversation piece top, or, if you’re so inclined, you can put an entire human body in there.

You might think that the $300 price tag is simply because of the sack’s rugged aesthetic qualities, but this is a highly durable item of clothing / method of restraint, as the many, many attempts at piercing it with a frustratingly dull knife attest. And that blood is certainly not going to come out easily – trust me, I tried. You can soak this sack in anything – detergent, turpentine, bleach, diluted hydrochloric acid – that blood is not coming out and is theoretically still amenable to DNA testing.

Obviously, you’re sold on the sack, so why not complete the look? Everyone knows that accessories are what makes or break an outfit and I also happen to be selling a number of other items which go perfectly with the versatile blood-splattered hessian number you just picked up. People are going wild for that “lumbersexual” look right now, and nothing looks as rustic and authentic as this muddied shovel I happen to have laying around and am desperately keen to get rid of. For a mere $150 I am willing to give you an actual shovel, used for real digging, that has been hand-worn by agitated and hurried digging and hand-dented by its use as a bludgeoning instrument. Not only is the blood on the blade of the shovel very, very real, it is also devilishly hard to remove no matter how hard you try and feels like it will intractably stain the shovel like guilt until well after the tool itself has been swallowed by the earth.

Perhaps you’re hesitant to buy these items because of the prices and, frankly, I’m shocked. I thought you were a connoisseur, a person of refined taste, a person of means. Nevertheless, I am willing to budge. I would gladly sell both items to you for the unthinkably low price of just $100. If that’s still too high, I would consider $50. Hell, they’re free, just take them. Actually, tell you what, I will pay you $500 to take them if you just sign this affidavit attesting to my whereabouts on the night of April 26th and agree to help me carry something heavy into the Missouri River at midnight sometime later this week.

Daylight Savings… .UGH


Yesterday was the start of Daylight Saving Time, and if anyone would like to form a SuperPAC to destroy politicians who fuck around with my circadian rhythm I’ll gladly chip in a few bucks. The twice-annual timepiece adjustment is outdated and irritating. States should pick a time zone and commit.

Let’s first dispense with some of the myths behind Daylight Saving Time (DST). Many people assume we enacted DST to help farmers. Bullshit! That’s nonsense. Most of my relatives who aren’t in prison are farmers. I have no idea what time they wake up in the morning because whenever I visit they’ve already eaten lunch by the time I’m mixing a hangover cure. They rise before dawn to feed the cows, mow the corn, construct scarecrows, etc. All without directives from Congress.

Daylight Saving Time came about because of World War I. Germany, the United Kingdom, and the United States all pushed our clocks forward to better coordinate waking hours with light bulb use, thereby conserving electricity. The program lapsed until World War II, when President Franklin Roosevelt instituted “War Time Zones,” which were basically the same thing, only with a cooler-sounding name. Astonishingly, despite originating as a temporary FDR government program, War Time Zones actually ceased at the conclusion of the war. Thereafter time zones defaulted to municipalities until 1966, when Congress enacted a permanent annual Daylight Saving Time, in part to standardize the plethora of discordant clocks across the nation.

Today all of these reasons are outdated. We probably won’t go to war with Germany again for another 20 or 30 years. And all of the economic benefits seem to cancel each other out. While we saved about 1 percent on electricity when first enacting DST, that figure is now offset by an increase in air conditioning. The idea that we’ll all revert back to discordant municipal time zones set by the sundial in our mayor’s front yard is utter nonsense. Everyone I know owns a smartphone, set automatically by a clutch of nerds in Cupertino.

Each year a dozen or so state legislatures consider ending Daylight Saving Time, only to drop the measure and return to squabbling about transgender bathrooms or determining what the official state reptile should be.  Legally, if a state decides to drop Daylight Saving Time, it must then procure an exemption from the U.S. Department of Transportation. It’s possible Secretary Elaine Chao would enforce federal time regulations with an iron fist and scream “this is the hill I will die on!” but I think we could probably win her over.

There’s a healthy debate about whether places like California should scrap DST and permanently move an hour forward or backwards. Television companies consider darkness their ally, and know that the earlier the sun sets the quicker viewers drop irritating habits like family picnics or soccer games and return to the vital activity of watching The Big Bang Theory. Conversely, the Chamber of Commerce and its chorus of retailers lust for delayed sunsets, because shoppers will stay out later buying The Big Bang Theory paraphernalia at malls.

I’m a devout evening person and also a shill for the Chamber of Commerce, so I’d prefer we postpone sunset until around 11:30 at night. If nothing else, to punish all of you sanctimonious morning people for bragging about what you accomplished before breakfast, such as mowing your corn, constructing scarecrows, watching an episode of The Big Bang Theory, and so forth.

That said, I think I speak for most Americans in saying: Just pick one! If Arizona and the territory of Guam can figure out how to commit to one time zone, surely the rest of us can.

It’s Getting to be Time to Camp – 15 Reason Why You Should!


Camping is not just for campers and giggles.  Duh, It is for Karaoke!! That grin you get as you roll out a sleeping bag, bed or get a campfire going has some serious science behind it. Find out why…

Fresh Air

When you’re camping, you can’t help but take deep breaths. It feels so good to fill your lungs with that pure, pine scent. Or sea smell. Or hot desert breezes. The point is, wherever you are, that clear stuff you’re sucking in is actually clear. Away from the smog and close quarters of a crowded city atmosphere, you’re getting a cleaner dose of the oxygen you need. Better breathing leads to increased health leads to more happiness.

Physical Exertion

Even the laziest, most relaxing of camping trips involves physical activity—probably more than a typical day at home. Taking a short hike, setting up an A-frame, or doing anything that makes you break a sweat releases endorphins that help you feel good.


Birds singing. Flowers blooming. Gorgeous sunsets. A crackling fire. Yes, camping is romantic. Time devoted to the one you love can make you feel happy, and certain.  Also, you share bonding and love with those around you!


Successfully working with others can boost oxytocin and serotonin levels, so cooperation can make you happier—and there are plenty of opportunities to cooperate while you’re camping. Coming together as a team to set up camp, prepare a meal, or reach a summit as a group makes every member feel good.


As important as positive social activity is for your mental well being, you shouldn’t forget the power of being alone. Camping gives you room and time for both, so don’t be afraid to step away from your companions and take some quiet time for yourself. You’ll feel better if you do.


You know that you feel better when you’re well rested, and if you get the rocks out from beneath your sleeping bag, you’ll sleep hard on your trip. A day of fun can lead to a night of solid rest, and you can always get more in a hammock the next afternoon if you need it. Exhaustion leads to unhappiness, so be sure to schedule shut eye. Both your body and your mind repair themselves while you sleep. Fewer aches, pains, and mental issues can make for happier living.  Note to self, maybe 4 am karaoke may cause sleep issues… Damn it Elroy!

Eating Well

Good food makes you feel good, and since meal prep is a significant part of a successful camping trip, you’ll probably plan more efficiently and meticulously than you do for your regular breakfasts, lunches, and dinners at home. Assuming that you skip the junk food (or most of it, anyway), you’ll be eating healthy and giving your body a good balance of protein, carbs, vitamins, minerals, and all of the great stuff that goes into building a happy body and brain.

Connection to Life

There’s a hum that you feel more than hear when you’re camping. It’s made up of millions of unseen insects, and the larger creatures that call the wilderness home, and the living trees themselves. Recognizing that you’re a part of it all, too, is a great feeling. It’s even better if you stand on a rock outcropping at sunrise and belt out some Elton John lyrics about the circle of life moving us all.


Ah, Vitamin D. You should always wear proper sun protection, of course, to keep your skin healthy for years to come. But assuming you’ve spread the ‘screen, enjoy some happiness-delivering rays. Natural light, and lots of it, makes people happier—even on shorter, cloudier days in winter. Spending some time under the center of our solar system is the perfect antidote for SAD: seasonal affective disorder.


Setting goals and meeting them triggers a reward center in your brain, giving you a chemical prize for a job well done. Everything about camping can be seen as one pleasure-pushing to-do list, from scheduling the trip and packing everything you need to picking a far off point and hiking to it over the course of an afternoon.

Sense of Scale

This may not apply to everyone, but it works for me: When I see a seemingly fathomless lake or rugged mountain or thousands of acres of trees that are older than I am, my problems suddenly seem a lot… smaller. Something about the landscape communicates to me that the world will go on, and that makes me happier if I’ve been feeling burdened or overwhelmed.

Getting Away

I don’t need to spell out the health and happiness-inducing benefits of leaving behind work, life stress, and anything else weighing you down to spend some time in the wild world. Just imagine stepping away from your desk and not seeing a bill or deadline or overflowing inbox for a couple of days. Instead, when you wake up, you’ll see trees. When you sip your morning coffee, you won’t have a boss looming over you. See? You’re smiling already.


Studies have shown that clutter and its related complications create anxiety. When you strip down life to the essentials—and just a few extras, for a little fun—you give yourself a chance to spread out and just be you. After a good camping trip, you may be inspired to give your own home a more Spartan makeover to create a happier living space for day-to-day activities.


Whether you take photos, paint with watercolors, or simply mentally store away the images and experiences from your camping trip, you’ll be stocked with fuel for happy memories for years to come. Camping pays off in the moment, as well as in the future.

It’s Camping!

Of course camping makes you happier! How could it not? Camping is always full of Eureka! moments, like when you get the first catch of the day, finally reach the top of that grueling ridge trail or you master that song “Ice Ice Baby”.  Camping and smiling end with the same three letters, so there’s got to be some sort of mystical connection there, right?

See you soon Northside Bitches!