o.p.p. | jeff thrope

in the midst of a major "i have to move to san francisco" freakout, our brother jeff thrope had a minor revelation, which he'll hate me for reprinting, but that's never stopped me before: "it has nothing to do with new york or san francisco. and this is so obvious to say, but i needed to just get out of my lifestyle. i don't do shit to enjoy new york. this is the best city in the world and I spend my time at local 138? what the fuck am i doing?"

here's what he's doing: cold splinters. a captain's log of camping adventures and other outward bounds with exceptionally curated musical accompaniment. a seamless intersection and a much needed guide to the easiest ways to get the fuck out of new york city.

read it everyday.

UPDATE: it's also written by that genius in the glasses tim lardner.