How was your week, guys? I got a car (a tiny red stick-shift), a phone (that has actual buttons instead of a touch screen) and spent a lot of time with my BFF of 20 years. When I met her for brunch we were inadvertently wearing the same outfit and now our cars match. Perhaps that should be awkward, but I just think it's awesome.
Bring on the links!
I like this! Permission to just effing relax
I can’t think of a single time in my life where I’ve felt consistently relaxed and in control of everything that needs to get done. Even back in elementary school it was like, “I have to memorize the state capitals and practice playing my recorder and help my mom with chores and decide what to do the next time Ben Sherman chases me around the playground to kiss me because he wants to play ‘husband and wife tag.’"
45 Steps to a happy marriage
Over on the Travel Savvy boards, we're talking about how we stay healthy when we travel (I go to local doctors!) and what/how we eat when we're on vacation.
45 Steps to a happy marriage
Over on the Travel Savvy boards, we're talking about how we stay healthy when we travel (I go to local doctors!) and what/how we eat when we're on vacation.
I'm quite concerned/vain about the state of my teeth but I liked this slide show of celebrities who refuse to get their teeth "fixed"
My summers at nerd camp! (Did you go to camp? I WENT TO SAFETY PATROL CAMP! Yes, that's a thing)
We could all use this, no? 10 small talk appropriate questions to ask instead of "So, when are you two going to have kids?"
Gorgeous, gorgeous Indian wedding.
This mix tape of Afropop is fantastic for summer.
Awesome! They Draw And Travel (maps illustrated by artists around the world - Thanks Sharisse!)
On the Every Buddy Boards, we're talking about attaining the standard of living we grew up with, ways to travel cheaply and our favorite beauty rituals.
Russell Brand is kind, intelligent and articulate. Who knew? I loved his piece about Amy Winehouse.
I arrived late and as I made my way to the audience through the plastic smiles and plastic cups I heard the rolling, wondrous resonance of a female vocal. Entering the space I saw Amy on stage with Weller and his band; and then the awe. The awe that envelops when witnessing a genius. From her oddly dainty presence that voice, a voice that seemed not to come from her but from somewhere beyond even Billie and Ella, from the font of all greatness. A voice that was filled with such power and pain that it was at once entirely human yet laced with the divine. My ears, my mouth, my heart and mind all instantly opened. Winehouse. Winehouse? Winehouse! That twerp, all eyeliner and lager dithering up Chalk Farm Road under a back-combed barnet, the lips that I’d only seen clenching a fishwife fag and dribbling curses now a portal for this holy sound. So now I knew. She wasn’t just some hapless wannabe, yet another pissed up nit who was never gonna make it, nor was she even a ten-a-penny-chanteuse enjoying her fifteen minutes. She was a genius.
8 ways to be absolutely exquisite! Yes, please.
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