A look back at the year that was through the work of Paul Hornschemeier.
I’ll be honest. I’ve thought about moving. California. Portland. Somewhere nicer, where the sun and January don’t sleep in separate bedrooms. Don’t get me wrong: I love the winter, I’m a Midwesterner through and through, but sometimes the winter really gets to me. Seasonal Affective Disorder. Or I Hate Soggy Socks Syndrome. Whatever you want to call it. Point is: The market collapsed, so forget about it. Thanks for the subprime-sized dick up my ass, you credit-default-swapping so-and-sos.
Now I’m just waiting for carrots to cost $50 per. Egad.