A song from Dashboard Confessionals album, 'A Mark, a Mission, a Brand, a Scar.' It is an amazing song, yet because of this, it's the Dashboard song that everyone knows, even if they don't listen to Dashboard at all...and then they think that they're huge fans. I think I speak for all true Dashboard fans when I ask these people to PLEASE listen to Dashboards older music...know their style, their history, and their lyrics before assuming that you "know" Dashboard Confessional.

The music:

Softcore punk rock.
"Guy Picciotto formed Rites of Spring in 1984, breaking free of hardcore's self-imposed boundaries in favor of melodic guitars, varied rhythms, and deeply personal, impassioned lyrics." Wikipedia

The People:

It is a label people give themselves for being apathetic and emotional to an extreme (usually miserable), but wallowing in it and not wanting it to change. They tend to feel they are misunderstood and that life is not fair to them in specific.

The Look:

The casual Emo garb is faded thin\tight blue jeans or slightly oversized work pants accompanied by a secondhand T-shirt with an out of place logo, bad Heavy Metal tees work well too. Good shoes would be Converse Chuck Taylor low-tops or old skool low-top Vans. The more extreme clothes of choice would include horn-rimmed glasses, cardigan sweaters, dorky polo shirts, pants that are a bit too short and hair that is spiky or messy in the back with straight cut bangs or awkward sharp angles and are often glossed.

Compared to Goths:

The primary difference is that emos have normal or more or less standard fashion, personalities and interests. Goths take these to the extreme and dislike most people. Emos can have a pale complexion, but will not wear black lipstick, and will not have the Halloween look that goths have. Google images gives accurate portrait of goth.

a very talented, acoustic, emo band with meaningful and powerful lyrics.

Overall, Pittsburgh is a gloomy, depressing place to live thanks to its glum weather and sense of overall decline. On most days, you will find a gloomy, overcast sky overlooking rusty bridges, grimy roads and tired old buildings that have not been maintained since 1787.

It takes about three months or more to learn how to navigate the highly confusing road network, which appears to have been constructed crudely out of bits and pieces of streets built at random. It was apparently one of the first attempts to build a road network and so every possible mistake was made here.

Almost all roads are two lanes (one on each side) and so a single sluggish dumptruck can ruin your afternoon.

On the other hand, driving the winding roads can be a joy in any kind of sporty car because they are so challenging. Until you meet that dump truck, anyway. Strangely, again, most residents don't take advantage of the driving fun; most of them drive brand new pickups or rusted out old American cars.

People really do use "Pittsburghese", an ugly, ungrammatical dialect that has invented phrases like "The car needs fixed" and "Yinz". Yes, unlike some of the entries I have read, these really are used. I have heard them many, many times, unfortunately.

Even though the road network is horrible, public transport is worse, with an expensive and sluggish system. However, if you're a student or college faculty member, you can ride it for free.

A house that would sell in Los Angeles...

A man from history that wrote plays pomes and other things that you can barly understand and half the words sound made up.

Migrating mainly from large, rural-based, state colleges: a univer-city transplant is a suburban-raised college grad who moves to the city which (they claim to originate from) shorty after school, in what they believe is a major step toward adulthood and individuality; but in reality is a parental-funded extension of the Greek-run college town bubble they so desperately miss.
UCT’s will commonly form small packs and take up residence in the city's trendiest and most expensive neighborhoods. The reasoning behind which is the aforementioned mom & dad financial support system and an irrational fear of not living "where the action is." It is a HUGE plus if any of these neighborhoods happen to back up against the campus of a city university as the local establishments will likely cater to the college-esque activities (bar crawls, tailgating, etc.) that they hold so dear.
Besides what is located within the boundaries of the neighborhoods they live in, univer-city transplants have a little more than a tourist’s knowledge of what a city may have to offer. However, they frequently try to affirm their self-proclaimed city-dweller status by dropping names of places that they consider to be hidden gems. In most cases these are well known institutions that even someone from out-of-state could point out. The use of Facebook to boisterously announce their newest “discovery” or “favorite spot” is also an annoyingly common trait amongst UCT’s.

John Rodney Mullen.

Born on August 17th, 1966 in Gainsville, Florida.

One of the world's top skateboarding artists and the pioneer to many tricks such as the very simple flatground ollie, kickflip, 360 flip, helipop, kickflip darkslides, caspers, and many more than such.

Nicknamed 'The Mutt' Rodney has won many, many contests. Every contest he won made his popularity grow even farther. He lost first place once by the act of a cold that morning.

Rodney owns part of a distribution company made for skateboarding named Dwindle Distribution.

The companies he owns/owned are.
*World Industries
*A-team
*Enjoi
*Blind
*Darkstar
*Legacy
*Almost
*Tensor
*Matix
*Blacktop Griptape
*Globe Shoes

Here's what Rodney had to say in one of his many interviews = I see myself as a Linus, carrying a skateboard around like some kind of security blanket. In a way, my skating has been my only real possession. Now that I’m older, I have a car, a stereo, a bank account - more than what I need. Yet I can’t say I’ve actually “earned” the stuff I have. It’s been given to me, in a way. My friends make fun of me. The bastards call me a mattress stuffer, a miser. But I have a hard time justifying fancy things when I haven’t done anything that merits them. I just do what I love to do - skate. It has been the only thing I’ve ever really had of any real value. This is how I got started: I wanted to skate, but my father wouldn’t let me. It was always strict around the Mullen househo...