One of my biggest struggles and subject of constant obsession is to think of new ways to convince my Manhattan-dwelling friends to visit me in Queens. Sure, it’s no 15-minute ride to my apartment but it’s not like I live in another state. But I do get it. Manhattan offers so many diversions. When I was in college I’m pretty sure I only made it off of the island a handful of times in four years. When you live in Manhattan you just don’t get why anyone would want to be anywhere else. You’re wearing “city blinders.”
Captain America in a Turban by Vishavjit Singh — “‘It takes a lot of courage to do this,’ a few people said during the day. I have never seen myself as courageous.” Vishavjit Singh dons a Captain America costume, walks around New York, and talks about his experience.
Give Up on Giving Up by Danielle Henderson — One from the archives, Danielle Henderson talks about combating the self-saboteur.
7 Ways to be Insufferable on Facebook from Wait But Why — this is exactly what it sounds like.
Humans of New York: Tehran Driver — Brandon, the photographer behind HONY traveled to Iran. This is a short profile of one person he met during his trip.
What If You Stopped Going Outside? — ASAP Science discusses how sun exposure impacts our live.
My birthday was quickly approaching and there were a lot of things that I wanted. I wanted a real party (or at least a small gathering). I wanted to do something more than just dinner-at-a-restaurant-I’ve-been-meaning-to-try (often with a side of getting embarrassingly drunk at a nice dining establishment). I wanted to give my friends something, too, beyond a sense of obligation to attend, a wicked hangover, and an empty wallet. Recently, I had too many of those days/nights/celebrations and I think we were all starting to feel a little fatigued.
Why Diamonds are a Sham by Rohin Dhar — how did diamonds come to represent love, and why are they so expensive? Insight into one aspect of contemporary culture that is so heavily shaped by advertising and capitalism.
How Not to Be Alone by Jonathan Safran Foer — opinion piece about living in the digital age.
Your Summer Intern is Here. Now What? by Jodi Glickman — some tips to make sure your intern has a great experience and that you get your best work from her.
How I Work: Felicia Day — This is from the archives, but I read this a while back and loved it.
Why Some of the World’s Most Productive People Have Empty Schedules by Drake Baer — What does it take to be creative? How do we misuse our time, or how are we pressured to use our time vs. how can we use to best pursue creativity and productivity? This piece also links to another post by Kevin Ashton, in which this quote by Charles Dickens appears:
“‘It is only half an hour’ — ‘It is only an afternoon’ — ‘It is only an evening,’ people say to me over and over again; but they don’t know that it is impossible to command one’s self sometimes to any stipulated and set disposal of five minutes — or that the mere consciousness of an engagement will sometime worry a whole day … Who ever is devoted to an art must be content to deliver himself wholly up to it, and to find his recompense in it. I am grieved if you suspect me of not wanting to see you, but I can’t help it; I must go in my way whether or no.”
On Friday, EH and I decided to go on a mini food adventure, sparked by the debut of the Cronut at Dominique Ansel Bakery. Unfortunately, we underestimated the crowds and were left cronut-less on the street.
We decided to wander around SoHo, stumbling upon two chocolatiers in the process: Kee’s and MarieBelle. Recently, I had done a bit of research on chocolatiers in NY in preparation for my parents’ upcoming visit. When I lived with my parents after college, we would occasionally buy some fancy chocolate (our hometown favorite was Ginger Elizabeth, but more often than not we would pick up our monthly free truffles from Godiva). We would have maybe three different chocolates and after dinner we would sit down with a knife and slice each piece in to three. My favorite part was watching my dad take his little sliver of chocolate and and savor the shit out of it. Afterwards he would exclaim, “That was the perfect amount!” My dad’s favorite treat is ginger chocolate, so I was hoping to find a place that had a delicious and unique take on it. In terms of our personal tastes, I gave Kee’s two thumbs up, since there was an actual piece of candied ginger inside, nestled among the smooth ganache. MarieBelle’s did have a surprising ginger flavor, considering there was no visible ginger within the chocolate itself. Ambience-wise, though, I’m hoping to go back to MarieBelle another time for their adorable Cacao Bar in the back. The folks working there were so friendly and offered free iced chocolate samples (they know the key to my heart!).
A weekly culmination of interesting reads around the internet:
My Racist Encounter at the White House Correspondents’ Dinner by Seema Jilani — Beautifully written and devastating piece.
Most Lives are Lived by Default via Raptitude — Some thoughts on living, existence, and taking charge and making changes to find what you love.
Hyperbole and a Half: Adventures in Depression (Part I and Part II) — Allie Brosh of Hyperbole and a Half is back after a long hiatus, with part II of her personal struggle with depression. After reading this, I realized how personally invested I felt in her welfare. I can’t even describe how much Hyperbole and a Half has impacted my life with its sheer brilliance. It’s good to see her back, albeit with a much less light-hearted post. But damn, is she stellar as always.
A lover of all things whale, I knew that I had to check out the Whales: Giants of the Deep exhibit at the American Museum of Natural History. I could not miss out on this. LK and I made plans to meet up at noon over the weekend, hoping that it would be early enough to avoid the rush of post-lunch, sugar-high kiddies. I arrived a little early, but as I came out of the subway I received at text from LK informing me that she was running late.
The sounds of children giggling are wafting through the open windows of my apartment. The weather has been so perfect the past couple of days, I wish it could stay like this forever. I have been incredibly productive since I don’t dread stepping outside anymore, a definite sign that I am a fair weather womyn.
The fundamental terror that capitalism exploits is that we might not want anything.
In accordance with the monetary limits of living in Funemployment, I am in the midst of a self-imposed spending freeze. The terms are vague, but I think I’m doing a decent job. Most of my money goes towards food, either groceries or dining out. Having just moved, however, I’ve also spent a lot on the various iterations of “home supplies.” I stopped short of buying actual artwork for J’s apartment, but boy have I been itching to. His wariness about my purchases has also helped reign in my spending a bit. Nothing like Judgey Eyes to make you re-think the items in your shopping cart.
Every morning I awaken torn between the desire to save the world and the inclination to savor it.
E. B. White