And Now We Shall Do Manly Things

I live here. It is awesome.

the-rza:

perfect.

(via thecountryfucker)

cabinporn:

Fisherman’s cottage on Isle of Wight, England. Submitted by Guy Lewis.

He’s a hustla baby

mensjournal:

Meet Marty Reisman. Marty plays classic hardbat ping-pong, with a hardwood paddle covered by only a thin sheen of rubber. This is what Marty calls “the witty game,” an urbane dialogue between two players that unfolds like a chess match, as hardbat grandmasters set up their winning shots several moves in advance. Games can stretch on for hours to the hypnotizing, metronomic plick-plock of the plastic ball, as soothing as rain on a tin roof. Hardbat bears about as much similarity to modern table tennis as “Folsom Prison Blues” does to “Achy Breaky Heart.”

My favorite food group

mensjournal:

The next time you’ve got a crowd to feed, take a break from the grill and serve a Frogmore stew — red potatoes, fresh corn on the cob, unpeeled shrimp, and sausage, all thrown together in a big pot.

Andrew McCarthy is actually a good damned travel writer.

mensjournal:

“Let’s just come out and say it: The women here are beautiful. There’s an offhanded understanding of the possibility of sex that permeates the town. Maybe it’s the heat and the fact that everyone wears so few clothes; maybe it’s because nature so clearly dominates the rhythms of life here. Maybe it’s just Brazil.” — from Andrew McCarthy’s The Last Real Beach Town.

cabinporn:

Hunting cabin in Shelburne, Nova Scotia.

Submitted by Megan Siegel, photographed by Doug Estey.

roadsandkingdoms:

Goodbye Amsterdam. It was a hazy 48. Now on to Copenhagen to try to figure out what the hell that’s all about.

Anonymous asked: Cleveland - really ?

Pretty pointless to blame people for loving where they are from. Your home town is like your siblings- you don’t get to pick it and no matter how much being together for Christmas pisses you off, there’s always a special place in your heart.