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A Letter from the Editor

I must say that the turning of each month, dictated simply by the recurring cadence of the Gregorian calendar, often has a surprising impact on me. It’s like suddenly realizing you’ve moved from that well-worn second notch in your belt to the third. That freshly bored hole that was once a distant frontier is at hand. And it’s telling you, unwittingly, that you should probably stop eating so many Crunchwrap Supremes.

Like the belt notch that took months of slothful habits to expand, the turning of the month demarcates more than a passing day. Each seasonal shift is comprised of dozens of days. And yet, somehow its turn is sudden, made known and present by these man-made markers.

As of writing this, yesterday was June. And today it’s July. It’s just another day. And yet, it feels we’ve officially entered that all too familiar “summer wasteland”. After combining one part vacation and several parts heat, one is tempted to creep lazily through the month from one air-conditioned movie theater to another. Until suddenly, the swimsuits are on clearance and we’re wondering where it all went.

But not today. While we’ll be turning our attention toward the Fall’s best soon enough (next month), we’re determined to squeeze out every last ounce of summer we can muster. It’s our own way of fighting back against the wasteland. While the longest day of the year has technically passed us by, we’re going to stay out on the patio and make the “longest days” be those of our own volition. While we’re tired of donning shorts for the umpteenth day in a row, we’re going to make damn sure we’re doing something worthy of shorts while we’re at it (see above: patio). And while we’re tempted to wait impatiently for the arrival of football season, we’re going to enjoy our vacant Sunday afternoons the way we should — by spinning our favorite vinyl, cracking a beer, and spending time with the people we love.

And by the time it’s all over, we’ll be ready to move forward another notch — the calendar variety, of course.

Ian Deming, Editor in Chief