PARSONS GETS COFFEE BECAUSE COFFEE IS FOR CLOSERS!!!
(Source: thegameswelove, via chandler-parsons)
The Astrodome is backed against the south side of Houston’s 610 loop freeway like an old boxer sagging against the ropes. Its gray body doesn’t catch the sun like it used to. Its walls are stained with runoff, murky dark arrows streaking down yellowed ribs, absorbing sunlight and reflecting little back. I hadn’t seen the Dome with my own eyes in years, but when I moved back to Houston a few years ago I felt compelled to see it, compelled to recall the scale of the building and its relationship to the landscape, to refer to it like a metaphysical sextant as I re-acclimated to my home town. The Astrodome is, for me, the shape of the city, both low-lying and grandiose, shiny and dull, youth and old age occupying the same cells.
Read: The Eighth Wonder: The Astrodome is coming down. First it had to go up.
Art: Craig Robinson [flipflopflyball]
Also this too, from Houstonia Magazine’s tweet.
it has begun
There was a moment in last night’s Tigers-Red Sox game, when the camera showed David Ortiz from a three-quarter-ish view, and I saw just a few letters on his road jersey: STON. For some reason my brain read it as Houston, not Boston. Stupid, really. Even stupider was spending my time doing this: imagining what would happen if the two teams switched cities. I give you the Houston Red Sox and the Boston Astros.
Just as stupid as Houston moving to the American League.
Love. Love. Love. Love. This.
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