June 2012
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perception is reality
Panera says they like to think of their cafes (ugh, if you can call them that) as an “everyday oasis.” This makes me think of women schlepping in in their workout gear and/or pajamas, sprawling out over a booth like nobody can see them, and foodgasming over their frozen creamy coffee concoction and broccoli cheese soup out of a bag.
Eek-sauce.
May 2012
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graduation weekend
it’s graduation weekend, and everyone my age is graduating with master’s degrees and more. i’m happy for them,
but,
i’m suddenly realizing how much i see education as a status symbol.
and i’m thinking, should i go back to school? (for real, that is. for more serious things than just breads and pastries.)
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“Only two days exist in the year when you cannot do anything. One is called...”
– Dalai Lama
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April 2012
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.!.!.!.!.!
this is how my heart is beating right now.
i never thought this day would get here.
<3
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"budget scrubbing"
Client: Yes! Social media is important!! We need a summer Facebook promotion!! Show us what you got!!
Us: Here it is... It's awesome!!!
Client: It is awesome! But we like this part of this idea, and that part of that idea, plus our goals are changing.
Us: Ok... Here's the answer to that!
Client: Just kidding, we're changing direction again.
Us: Ok... We'll wait for more info.
Client: Here's more info! How about this really terrible, plain vanilla idea? What can you do with that?
Us: Um... We can do... Sampling?
Client: No, sampling is too difficult. We don't like shipping product.
Us: Ok. Hang on. We'll be back with something ELSE that uses the budget we've been talking about for months.
(Many rounds of internal revisions later...) Us: Tada!!!
Client: This is awesome! It's on brand, on strategy, we love it! But... We're going through some budget scrubbing. We might not be able to spend money on a summer promotion. We need to figure out where social media fits in our priority list.
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buddha, budapest, istanbul.
india, hungary, turkey. maybe one of these is where i’ll go next.
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strangers in my 'hood
Living and working in the city, I see some interesting things from time to time (to say the very least). But never have I ever seen a wild turkey — yes, a real, live, wild turkey — just chillin’ on top of the cab of a parked pick-up truck. In the middle of the city.
Birdy, what the heck you doin’??
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monday malbec
me: that wine is probably on its last day of being good.
me: then you'd better drink it!
me: (already pouring)
me: atta girl.
March 2012
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“So what, exactly, can the state not do? Though he is a populist critic of Big...”
– Columnist Jonathan Rauch argues that Rick Santorum’s troubling views on privacy illustrate the growing divide between libertarians and social conservatives. (via thedailyfeed)
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back to life, back to reality
having a hard time being accepting of things today:
what i do for a living.
how i compare to others. past, present, future.
the necessarily fleeting nature of vacation.
February 2012
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Just caught myself Facebooking someone I used to know really well, and realized I don’t know them anymore at all. They look like a stranger from another life, another world. Time is transformational.
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there is too much pregnancy in my newsfeed
Why do so many newlyweds hurry up and have babies right away? Don’t you want to enjoy just the two of you being married for a little while, before adding another human being to the mix?
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Today, my Facebook news feed seemed to be teeming with updates about people losing loved ones (pets, grandpas, mothers-in-law) and welcoming new loves into their lives (babies).
One at a time, it’s just the cycle of life. But together, it felt like an overwhelming tide of change.
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being in love is good for you. i’m convinced.
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this is on my heart today.
If I speak in the tongues of men or of angels, but do not have love, I am only a resounding gong or a clanging cymbal. 2 If I have the gift of prophecy and can fathom all mysteries and all knowledge, and if I have a faith that can move mountains, but do not have love, I am nothing. 3 If I give all I possess to the poor and give over my body to hardship that I may boast, but do not have love, I...
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January 2012
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wine-o vs why "no"?
why i don’t usually drink wine on weeknights
because i have things i should actually focus on. schoolwork. housework. work-work.
because i am more prone to post ridiculous things on my various social media profiles. (see example — oh, wait. this is an example.)
because i’ve had to re-type every sentence so far. fine motor skills, what???
why i like drinking wine on weeknights
...
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Life happens in the movement, in the going forward, in the progress of things. But we cannot move forward without knowing where we are or remembering where we’ve been.
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the great dichotomy
I wish all artists could be part-time artists. When your greatest passion becomes your main source of income, and it’s an unreliable one like art professions (let’s be honest, right?), creativity can become forced, and (real) creativity can get lost.
But I wish all professional-everything-elses could be part-time artists, too. When you get too wrapped up in one thing all the time,...
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best. christmas. ever.
airport kisses.
laughing until it hurts.
cooking together, and being cooked for.
meeting families.
hanging with brothers.
nights out with friends.
lots of great wine.
morning romance.
outdoor ice skating.
dinner like royalty.
luxurious mornings.
music and dancing!
little favors that make a big difference.
strong coffee, sometimes at diners.
a walk in the park.
back scratching...
December 2011
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the days flutter by
yesterday it seemed so real! “the day is finally here! he’s arriving tomorrow! omgomgomgomgomg.”
and today, it’s surreal. disbelief, almost. the butterflies are sleeping. but i bet the drive to the airport will set them a-stirring. they must be saving their energy, because they know what’s coming.
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he's... almost... here...
one final. a few little to-do’s at home. a workday. a drive to the airport. that’s it.
!!!
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the sunday bar
watch the shoes. monday morning hangover.
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growing pains
One of my friends asked if I wanted to grab a glass of wine after work. My first thought was, “Great! At least I know one of my friends isn’t preggo!”
November 2011
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October 2011
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ay, mamma mia!
my mom is at least a little bit psychic, and more than just mom-psychic. seriously. she’s tuned in to something out there. maybe that’s why i trust what she says, and heed (most of) her advice. it’s not coincidental, circumstantial or anecdotal evidence, either.
so when she says stuff like… well… things she said to me this morning — big things! — in super casual...
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i'm feeling...
spoiled. immeasurable treasures are the most precious.
challenged. the comings and goings of people. self-criticism. beliefs. aspirations. stumbling blocks. attachments.
surprised. 1) new hair dye. what happens after you rinse it out? fingers crossed… peeking with one eye… phew! 2) your name in my inbox. really? you?? 3) “que sera, sera.” woah. the planner in me says...
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vicious cycles.
i have a hard time letting go of weekends, so i stay up late on sunday. and then monday comes crazy fast. and then tuesday it catches up with me. and then wednesday, damn, it’s really only wednesday? and thursday, shit, i have a lot of stuff to get done by the end of this week. and friday, fuck. friday, where have you been all my life?
September 2011
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la vie est belle, comme les fleurs.
he sent me emails that are sweet, silly and sincere, all in one.
he called me this morning and left me the heartbreakingest “sorry i missed you, happy birthday” voicemail.
he surprised me with roses.
we skyped at lunchtime.
he’s far away in miles, but he’s right here in my heart.
August 2011
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all good things.
coffee in an all-night diner.
stumbling on a sweet reminder.
late nights turn to morning grays.
lazy summer saturdays.
cathartic chords and soulful singing.
head back, eyes closed, lingering.
the sound of rain in draining gutters.
lightning, seven seconds, thunder.
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someone proposed to me today.
via a Match.com message.
He was a total stranger.
“Marry me!” he wrote. That’s it.
Not even a subject line.