Today, I tried on something new! I created my first event on Eventbrite, and while that was somewhat exciting for me, what is even more thrilling is the fact that, in doing so, the 2nd Annual DC Web & Digital Media Festival became even more real. Now, people can reserve FREE tickets to DC Web Fest’s summit and awarded screenings, both of which are scheduled for September 20, 2014.
Because tickets are limited, make sure to get yours soon! I wouldn’t want you to miss out on hearing our amazing lineup speak. From robotics, to gaming, to digital storytelling, industry heavy hitters have agreed to participate. For more information about our panelists and keynote speakers, please visit http://dcwebfest.co/schedule-speakers/.
I’ve never really been opposed to mushrooms. I was one of those few strange kids who enjoyed eating her veggies, but scoffed at hamburgers, chicken nuggets and PB&Js. Despite my affinity for the fungi, I tended to stay clear of the ones that actually looked like alien creatures. Cremini, white, portobella and the occasionally shiitaki were my go-to, but that changed this past weekend.
After a trip to the farmers market, I found myself walking home with a bag of yellow, earthy growth, otherwise known as oyster mushrooms (see below). While oyster mushrooms aren’t the strangest things alive, cooking them was foreign to me — but the proprietor told me they were buttery & nutty, so I was down for giving them a try. And, boy, am I glad I did.
Using heirloom cherry tomatoes + olive oil, salt & oregano as a base, I made a sauce filled with the delectable oyster mushrooms and scrumptious swiss chard. After these ingredients were sautéed together, I used the sauce to top a farro-stuffed red bell pepper, sprinkled with a smidgen more of sea salt and ground red chili pepper flakes. (Note: Any grain would probably do, but farro works particularly well because, as a nuttier grain, it plays off the flavor of the oyster mushrooms.) I then placed the concoction in the oven to roast for nearly an hour at 400 degrees F. Once removing the stuffed pepper from the oven and letting it stand for a few minutes, I added some burrata cheese.
It’s a world of “sorrowful stories,” three orphaned children, and an evil villain with crazy, inventive schemes to obtain their fortune. It’s not a world most would want to enter, but when I was growing up, I was engrossed by this world created by Lemony Snicket. (Does that name ring a bell for anyone?)
After finishing the 13 books in The Series of Unfortunate Events, reading Lemony Snicket: The Unauthorized Autobiography, and watching the movie adaptation, I thought I had explored every avenue of this world. But I was wrong, so very wrong.
No, Lemony Snicket nor Count Olaf did not pay me a visit (thank god), but I did have the chance to become Klaus when I played The Perilous Parlor board game. Though the game might be intriguing to classic board game lovers, fans of the series will particularly get a kick out of it. I played the game with two fellow fanatics, and the three of us thoroughly enjoyed reading all the deadly scenarios presented on the cards, which, by the way, are penned in a similar language as the books. Unfortunately, for us, the ending was quite unfortunate, as the Baudelaire children were unable to thwart the guardian from the evil clenches of Count Olaf. But perhaps they’ll have better luck next time…
On Friday, I made a potentially very dangerous decision — at least for my wallet.
I decided to venture into the new jewelry boutique called Bloom, which opened on Connecticut Ave. in Dupont. Though a good portion of its items are too gaudy and ostentatious for me, the store does seem to find a nice balance with other more delicate and classic wares. Where the store is really going to kill me is in its wide selection of teal-colored items. I am ABSOLUTELY obsessed with the color and because I walk by the store each day to and from work, I’m sure this will probably result in a problem. I already couldn’t pass up a pair of tear-drop shaped, teal studs that I’m chalking up to a necessity considering I’ve worn them for the past three days straight (picture below).
I’ve known for awhile now, but this article provided further proof that I’m essentially an old lady. Three of the things I habitually do — leave voice messages, write letters & read — are apparently dying art forms. I kind of already knew I was somewhat of an oddball for subscribing to a newspaper’s print edition and for penning correspondences to my friends living in other states, but I had no idea leaving voice messages was considered nearly passé. These are clearly sad times. And while I could undoubtedly write a whole blog post about why people should leave voice message, that’s not the point of this post. Rather, it’s to share the aforementioned article, “Why Readers, Scientifically, Are The Best People To Fall In Love With.”
While it doesn’t relay anything that’s incredibly novel (re, reading makes you smarter), it does make a solid argument, and both the intro and last words particularly resonate. Plus, I’ll forever be one to share any literature in support of being an avid reader.
We’re hard at work preparing another long-form Tapestry video, which the intern and I totally just bonded over, and we have our subject to thank: Frances Hardinge. Romeo, our intern, says it’s his favorite Tapestry video yet!
Equipped with a vivid, intelligent imagination, Frances has the crazy combination of being quirky, yet down to earth. This YA novelist, with an amazing British accent, has traveled the world, always looking for new opportunities to test her limits. She also hasn’t let her success (she’s been covered by such sources as NPR and The Guardian.) go to her head, as she’s incredibly humble, funny and accepting. While interviewing her, I felt like I was catching up with an old friend from across the pond.
Make sure to stay tuned for the release of the video, but in the meantime, here are some pictures to capture your attention.
Rarely do I venture out to Maryland. It’s not that I have anything against the state, but when the District is chalk full of fun, interesting things to do, I find it difficult to remember to check what our neighbors have in store. This Sunday, however, I’m making it a point to try my very best to jump on the red line (track work, be damned) to Bethesda. Reason being, I’d like to go to the URBNmarket!
As someone who was sad witnessing the closing of District Flea, I’m curious to see what this vintage & handmade market has in store. Most vintage/thrift/flea markets are hit or miss, but that’s often the best part about them. I enjoy hunting for some hidden treasures, and it never hurts to support local businesses. Maybe I’ll even find some items that look like they walked right off the set of “Orange Juice in Bishop’s Garden!” Here, in the #OJBG office, we can never say no to some good ol’ #90s throwbacks.
As most type-A personalities are, I’m a perfectionist.
Though this quality has fashioned me into a hardworking, determined individual, it’s not one that has always served me well. Namely, for fear of failure and marked incompetence, I’ve sometimes had a hard time admitting I don’t know something and accepting culpability for mistakes made. But, as John Hagel said, “Admitting you don’t know something is a prerequisite to making progress.”
It’s also surprisingly liberating. I’m not sure why or how, but at some point during my senior year of college, I realized my tendencies to feign knowledge and to avoid blame, and so I made a conscious decision to change. (Perhaps it was all that yoga…0 Without the burden of always having to be right, I became a whole lot happier. It’s still a difficult reality for me to live in, for my default is to strive for perfection, but it’s one I’m actively trying to embrace. In this ever evolving, digital world, progress and adaptation are key — and so it’s vital to ask questions instead of to assume answers.
Working in tandem with that, it’s also imperative to share the knowledge you do know, which is what the conference Handel is speaking at, the BIF Collaborative Innovation Summit, and 20/20 Productions’ DC Web Fest strive to accomplish. As Handel was so eloquently quoted in the TIME article, “The key lesson I got from the BIF Collaborative Innovation Summit,” Hagel says, “is that innovation is ultimately not about ideas, it is about personal connection.”
Whoever coined the phrase ‘scream for ice cream’ must have lived in the District. Yes, summer is hot nearly everywhere, but often when I leave my apartment, I feel like I’m walking into a steam room — and that’s coming from someone who spent formative playground years in Florida. Nonetheless, I’ve always remained a cookie person. I just never understood the appeal of trying to juggle the heaping scoop of melting ice cream on top of the narrow circumference provided by a cone.
I never mastered the art of eating ice cream like the person above…
But something must have changed. Perhaps I’ve been possessed by aliens or maybe it’s simply the DC heat, but lately I’ve been craving a frozen dessert ALL THE TIME. It started with a few tasty trips to Mr. Yogato (last time I checked they had coconut in stock, a.k.a. one of my favorite flavors!) and it’s been a slippery slope ever since. I’ve found myself venturing to the grocery store to make sure I always have something scrumptious in my freezer. Last night, when I realized I was out of my Skinny Cow mint ice cream sandwiches, I went and purchased vanilla frozen yogurt, whipped cream and chocolate sauce. The fact that it’s frozen yogurt makes it healthy, right?!
This morning, though, the Post shattered my attempts at the semblance of healthiness when it ran an article about three new ice cream shops in the area. With its delicious descriptions, I now feel obliged to determine if the flavors hold up to the words. The temptation is just too much; just call be an ice cream convert.
So I guess I can’t technically say I’m training for a half marathon until I actually sign up for the race, but I’m almost there — promise. Or, well, at least I’m a lot further than I have been in the past with the whole training regime. I’ve wanted to run a half marathon for awhile now, but have never been able to cross over the 8 mile hurdle. I can’t say it’s been easy (and I also really hope I’m not jinxing myself here), but I have finally been able to clock more mileage. However, if I would have stumbled upon the two shirts below sooner, I have a sneaky suspicion it wouldn’t have taken so long. I mean, aren’t they just fabulous?!?
P.S. DC runners, if you have running route tips, send them my way