Tag Archives: The Week

You guys. YOU GUYS. The playoffs are this weekend and the Seahawks are playing Green Bay. I know that this probably means very little to most of you, but it’s basically a defining moment in my marriage and if we can get through this weekend WE CAN GET THROUGH ANYTHING.

We’re actually both pretty psyched, because no matter who wins, one of our teams is going to the Super Bowl.

Unfortunately, it also means that I’ve spent the entire week reading NFL analysis and predictions, and I forgot that it was Friday, and that I have a round-up do. So better late than never, here’s the week that was:

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The city of Bainbridge (just across the water from downtown Seattle) has banned cheese inside City Hall today in anticipation of this weekend’s football game. In response, a radio station in Milwaukee is refusing to play music by Seattle artists until after the weekend. THERE ARE NO WINNERS IN THIS FIGHT.

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What if the Harry Potter books were all about Hermione and her struggles of being a witch in a wizard’s world? Answer: they would be totally awesome. Check out Hermione Granger and the Goddamn Patriarchy.

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In case this weekend goes awry, I’ve always got last year.

 

Hi! Um … Wow. It’s been … a while. How are you? 

Me? Oh, I’ve been good. Yeah. And yourself?

Man, it feels weird to be back here. Familiar, but also really weird. Like when you bump into an ex-boyfriend long after a bad break-up. But when you first see them, your brain doesn’t quite process that it’s your ex. It just thinks, “Oh, HEY! I know that guy!” and you stop and smile really brightly.

But then your brain catches up and realizes who it is, and you can’t just start walking away again or pretend that you haven’t seen them, so you stop and have a really awkward conversation about their lives now and it becomes a whole thing.

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Last week I felt kinda … “off.” I arrived late to appointments, I forgot random letters and words in emails and blog posts (if you read anything coherent from me, that was thanks to Rand’s editing), and in the end, I didn’t even get my weekly round-up posted.

I know it’s Monday, and that it isn’t really a day for slacking off, but I figured that a lot of these were too good not to share. So better late than never, here are the links, along with the promise that this week, I’ll be on my game a little more. Maybe.

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Buzzfeed checks out the Delia’s catalog from 1997. Baggy pants, ringer t-shirts, puffy vests? Yup. I pretty much wore all of this stuff. Thank god there were no digital cameras back then.

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I know it’s nowhere near April, but this is delightful: A professor at Aquinas College in Grand Rapids, Michigan, forced students to answer calls on speakerphone whenever their cell phones went off during class. This created the perfect set-up for a brilliant April Fool’s prank.

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Do you ever have a sad experience that lets you reflect on the beauty of existing?

(That was a really awful sentence. Sorry. I think I just gagged a little.)

What I mean is, have you ever found yourself crying about something, and then you realized that the reason you’re upset is that you actually care and that is, weirdly, kind of wonderful? And so you’re still sad, but also kind of content?

That’s how I’ve felt this week. A lot of these links reflect that sentiment. Some are beautiful. Some are sad. And I think they’re all pretty wonderful.

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French photojournalist Camille Lepage was killed in Central African Republic this week. The French government is regarding her death as an assassination. Here is some of her powerful work.

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Heavy, but worth the read: a look at Frozen‘s Elsa, and how she’s become an icon for many in the trans community.

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The New Yorker explores what went down between Jill Abrahmson and the Times. (more…)

I’ve had one of those weeks that, looking back on it, seems sort of absurd.

Yesterday, Rand and I walked along a beach, staring out onto the Pacific Ocean, up on Whidbey Island. And he noted how just 24 hours before, we’d been walking on a beach along the Atlantic. I wrinkled my brow.

“No, no. That can’t be right,” I said. But it was.

And then Rand hugged me and reminded me of how amazing our lives are. And I agreed. And we lived happily ever after.

(I’ll tell you all about those trips in the coming weeks. In the meantime, enjoy these links.)

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A cat runs into the door of a bakery during the filming of a French food program and THEY LEFT THE SCENE IN THE FINAL EDIT. No word on the kitty, but we’re hoping it’s okay, and got a free croissant out of the whole ordeal.

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Wait, Alanis Morissette’s “Ironic” actually is filled with ironic examples? I just … WAT … (brain explodes).

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This week in Seattle has been positively gorgeous. We’re having a spring heatwave, which happens approximately never. It’s been amazing and also really confusing, because I keep grabbing a cardigan when I leave the house, even though there’s no way I could need it (sometimes I wear the cardigan anyway, though, just to … prove a point?)

Apparently the sun will vanish for the weekend, and according to the weather report, we probably won’t see it for a few weeks. But honestly, I feel like the last few days might hold me over until summer. Almost.

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Need to get the creative juices stirring? Researchers suggest going for a walk.

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Environmental activist and entrepreneur Rob Greenfield went a year without showering. (It’s not as gross as you’d think. Not at all. It helps that Greenfield is kind of a dish.)

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This round-up is a day late. My apologies for that. It’s also got quite a few links of a sexual nature. No apologies there because, hey, it’s the weekend.

Enjoy.

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A map illustrating the most popular baseball teams by county. (Apparently nobody cares about Canada.)

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“‘Wow-sabi?’ Is that like Wasabi, but with added essence of douchebag?” A scathing review of the menu of Guy Fieri’s new Vegas restaurant. (more…)

I’m home, and trying to fall back into the swing of things. Back into writing. Back into sleeping in my own bed. Back into culling the internet for awesome links.

I’m still weirdly jet-lagged (3:00pm nap, anyone?) but I’m getting there. Enjoy.

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The unexpected octegenarian fashionistas of NYC’s Chinatown.

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Olivia Waite is a romance novelist who reviews other romance novels (and really, who’s better qualified to offer criticism?). Her skewering of Frankly, My Dear is absolutely brilliant – I don’t want to read the novel she reviews, but I do want to check out Waite’s work.

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The math geeks (and I mean that affectionately, of course) over at Five Thirty Eight completed a statistical analysis of painter Bob Ross’ work. A surprisingly revelation: not everything he painted features a “happy little tree.”

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