Monday, May 28, 2012

A li'l quote

I love this (and not just because my badass boyfriend tweeted it):

So well said, and so true. Follow Marshall Roy (fitness guru, trainer and philosopher extraordinaire!) on Twitter here.


Friday, May 18, 2012

Nail polish gives me hope

At first I thought society was doomed; then I thought about nail polish. Nail polish gives me hope for the future. Here's why.

Nail polish is synonymous with progress, striving for excellence, refusing to admit defeat, finding solutions to impossible problems, making my digits bling out and shine against the drab color of my computer keyboard.

Forget affordable healthcare, forget job creation, forget sustainable environmental practices. Where our country SUCCEEDS is in the field of MANICURES.

Observe the following, in which I track my complex love-hate history with manicures / polish / the art of grooming -- culminating in a renewing and triumphant ending (photo included).

Friday, May 11, 2012

My glamorous New York City life

My good friend Sam and I just had the BEST FRIDAY NIGHT EVER! We filmed it so you could watch and take part in the adventure! Now you know firsthand just how fun it is to hang out with me.

Wednesday, May 9, 2012

Two takeaways after seeing "The Avengers"

1. It is an awesomely awesome movie. Go see it!

2. Loki (played (scene-stealingly) by Tom Hiddleston) looks EXACTLY like Rooney Mara.

The end.

Saturday, May 5, 2012

Different kind of beautiful

Our culture exalts conventional beauty above all else. It wins out in so many spheres. Except books. On the page, beauty can be anywhere: in turns of phrases, perfect dialogue, sentences that stoke the imagination. The mundane can be spectacular; beauty can be anything it wants.

Except conventional. If writing is conventional, you've got to edit, revise, edit, revise.

In the world of words, who cares if her face is symmetrical? What is she feeling? What is she discovering? What beautiful lesson is being learned? 

This, my friends, is one of the many reasons I love books.

Friday, May 4, 2012


I've been thinking a lot about that Will.I.Am song "I Got It From My Mama" in which Will.I.Am will not stop interrogating a girl about the origins of her presumably bangin' body:

Baby, where'd you get your body from?
Tell me, where'd you get your body from?
Baby, where'd you get your body from?
Tell me, where'd you get your body from?

As you can tell, he's very, very keen on finding the answer. So the girl responds, almost four times:

I got it from my mama.
I got it from my mama.
I got it from my mama.
I got it, got it, g-got it.

My main criticism? The song should ask about other things, too:

Baby, where'd you get your body hair from?
Tell me, where'd you get your acne from?
Baby, where'd you get your pit stains from?
Tell me, where'd you get your overbite from?

I got it from my mama.
I got it from my mama.
I got it from my mama.
I got it, got it, g-got it.

Think about it, Will.I.Am, for your next remix.

Thursday, May 3, 2012

Internet worm hole leads in One Direction

Recently I fell down a deep, dark internet hole. For reasons unholy unjustifiable unbeknownst to me I found myself watching a perplexing video of the British boy band One Direction playing together on the beach. Don't ask me why, it just happened.

It reminded me of that "say I'm a bird" scene from The Notebook (below). If I had to cast the boys in the roles I'd say Harry Styles (the one with the longest, most unkempt hair who throws the towel) would be Ryan Gosling and all the other guys would be Rachel McAdams.

[ In unrelated, though actually related, news: I've decided it's high time I posted totally random/worthless stuff on this blog. Lately my brain has been leaking and I need this blog to catch the drips. You might think of these posts as longer versions of my unapologetically worthless tweets, which, on principle, rarely contribute anything to society. So forgive me in advance. Then enjoy! ]