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
Recently Her Campus posted a list of 5 Disney Channel Original Movie actors whose looks were totally tubular, and it got me to thinking about how much I miss not only the movies, but also the TV series. “Lizzie McGuire,” “Even Stevens” and “That’s So Raven” were classics in my day — but does anyone else remember “The Baby-Sitters Club?”
Though not a true Disney Channel Original, “The Baby-Sitters Club” was re-aired on Disney when my sister and I were quite young, and, boy, did we love them. Not only did we wish one of the club members could come over when our parents wanted a night out on the town, but (thanks to them) we were also excited for the time when we were old enough to try our hand at babysitting. In our household, it was a tragic moment when the show wrapped up, so thank goodness other wonderful ones followed.
For a walk down memory lane, here’s a clip from the show:
Jackie Rodowsky: She’s a girl! Girls are totally gross!
Mary Anne Spier: Gee, thanks!
Dawn Schaffer: And what are we, space mutants?
Jackie Rodowsky: You’re… you’re…
Kristy Thomas: Better make this good Jackie!
Jackie Rodowsky: You’re… you’re baby-sitters!
And, hey, if my girlhood meant I was a baby-sitter or a space mutant, the show made me A-Okay with either option; I just wanted to be a part of the club.
If I needed any other proof I never would have survived at an American college, the frat emails of Evan Spiegel have provided me with it. The ‘Fuck Bitches Get Leid’ emails, released by Gawker last week, have sent the Snapchat CEO running. He claims he is “mortified” by the emails’ leak, and that the “idiotic” missives “in no way reflect who I am today or my views on women.”
The Evan Spiegel of today is four years older than the 19-year-old who pressed send to emails that included aspirations of the female Stanford Dean going nude, a request for a kilo of blow to be ready for the start of a Frat rager, and prayers that all his brothers get all of their extremities sucked by blackout sorority sisters.
Are we really surprised that the founder of Snap Chat, a tool used to make naughty pictures go poof, coined the term ‘sororisluts’? We shouldn’t be. Evan Spiegel is both a new specimen and an old Silicon Valley comrade. Spiegel isn’t quite a Mark Zuckerburg, his social media emperor-cousin from Harvard, but both have their fingers on the pulse of a specific college demographic that has a thirst for new ways to be cyber-social.
Facebook digitized the typical college experience; now you could see your friends, enemies, and potential life partners from your computer screen instead of through the obligatory meet-n-greet mixer. Spiegel’s creation, originally called FutureFreshman, was a way for him and his frat brothers to feast on the females of the incoming Stanford Class of 2011 (which was incidentally also my first year of college). Snapchat was built for the douchebag that Spiegel embodies: a rich, smart, attractive Bro who doesn’t see women, but fields ready for the harvest.
So this is what we’re faced with. Facebook is a social media titan most of us use multiple times a day, founded by a really competitive nerd who sold out his best friends. Snapchat is a messaging tool that is also the reason a lot of us get out of bed in the mornings — and it’s founded by a guy who sold out his best friends AND who admitted to peeing on a girl in her sleep (and then tried to figure out how to blame the urine on her in the morning instead of his intoxicated state).
So is using Snapchat like buying clothes from sweatshops or like drinking non-free trade coffee? Few people would ever stop snapping, (least of all me — I like my wittiness points), but should we anyway? Maybe a better use of energy would be to condemn frat culture, which breeds people just like Spiegel to go out in the world and to act like women are shrinkable to their reproductive bits. Movies like Neighbors are popular because the American public gets to see a shirtless Zac Efron run a male mansion and because the American public continues to delude themselves that there is anything redeemable about Greek life. For some reason, we are endlessly entertained by bald misogyny because the participants are attractive, intelligent, and young. And as Evan Spiegel has shown us, what is more dangerously potent than a beautiful young genius?
When I was little, my sister & I were obsessed with Atlantis, but I’m not talking about the lost island. Instead, we relentlessly tried to convince our parents to take us to the resort in the Bahamas because, duh!, we badly wanted to be Mary Kate & Ashley Olsen.
Their quirky personalities, globe trotting adventures and sure fire luck with boys made us quite envious of their lives showcased in their movies & shows. But the Olsen twins gave my sister and me much more than entertainment (and jealously, ha) — they provided us with another opportunity to bond. Many of my fond childhood memories involve my sister and me rejoicing over the fact that “Full House” or “So Little Time” was on after school. When Blockbuster was still a thing (side note: I’m still incredibly sad it’s defunct.), we would spend the occasional Saturday holed up in our household with every Olsen movie in store and a ton of candy and popcorn. It was the ultimate movie marathon — and, yes, we even held a few nostalgic ones during our teens, which prompted my sister to tell the Blockbuster clerk we were babysitting. I, on the other hand, felt no shame in walking down memory lane because, let’s face it, part of me will forever wish I could be Ashley.
So happy 28th birthday to two of my favorite TV & DVD idols! & thanks for providing me with some pretty smiley childhood memories.
If you’re looking for a way to celebrate, head over to Nylon Mag for some party ideas. Personally, I think I might just try to find as many movies as I can online. Sounds like a pretty solid Friday night plan, right?!
Perhaps it’s because of the gorgeous sunflowers I saw in Trader Joe’s yesterday, or maybe it’s the recent trip I took to UO, or it could simply be the sunny weather DC is currently having — whatever the reason, though, I have sunflower-printed clothes on the brain.
Below are some of the items I’m currently lusting over, and they’re perfect for a soft grunge look. Don’t you think?