My life is forever changed.
Showing posts with label World Wide Web Gems. Show all posts
Showing posts with label World Wide Web Gems. Show all posts
July 24, 2012
Meow
Kyle Arthur just brought this to my attention: http://cat.rach
My life is forever changed.
My life is forever changed.
October 7, 2011
Lucky
I've been reading the posts on We are the 99 Percent and thinking about how lucky my friends and family are.
June 6, 2011
Style Inspiration
I would to talk about my favorite new blog: Tomboy Style.
I love it so much. This has given me the inspiration and validation I need to accept my true style calling. Let's face it. I'm just not a girly girl. I love jeans, t-shirts, and most of all, I love flats. I like to pretend I love heels because they look great, but the truth is that I hate wearing them. They're uncomfortable. They hurt my feet. And there's no way you can make a quick getaway. I like shoes that allow me to dance, like really dance, with lots of fancy footwork, jump on a skateboard, climb trees, ride bikes, and if necessary run from the police (not that this usually happens, but I still think it's important). I didn't play with dolls or Barbies as a kid, I played in the mud. I don't think this should change just because I'm older and attempting to be mature. This blog has given me assurance that one does not have to dress like a lady to be a lady. So inspiring.
April 13, 2011
Social People
While I still check Facebook on a fairly regular basis, it's become this half-hearted, automatic thing that I do because it's there. Like eating ice cream for breakfast. I do find the various types of Facebook people fascinating. The various levels of engagement, the styles of communication and posts, and their general online presence. Everybody has a few of these in their feed. It's up to you whether or not you block them.
Free Dating Service!: If only it was. Then those random messages from people you didn't connect with when you were actually in their presence would make sense. The worst is when you aren't even sure who the person is and have to search their photos to figure out when you met them. Sneak daters love using Facebook to ask people out on non-dates. You know how I feel about sneak dates.
Model Hopefuls: I can't help it. I look at all their photos. Sometimes I wish I had a million softly lit photos of myself in dramatic makeup and a headdress standing in front of frosted winter trees or the ocean, but I don't. Points detracted if they have constant duck-face. These people always have friends who are super into them and all the comments are things like "hubba hubba, you are so beautiful, OMG hot, and that sort of thing. Unfortunately most of my photos are candid and therefore tend to be unflattering and the comments below are things like, Hahahahahaha or Who's that drunk guy in the background?
The Potentially Suicidal: Facebook is the new suicide note. Watch out for posts referencing meaninglessness, the fact that the person doesn't care about this or that, random dark poetic statements, the National lyrics.
ENGAGED: You know the ones. Suddenly every post is about the fact that they're engaged, and multiple blurry cell phone photos of THE RING and wedding plans and THE DRESS, etc. etc. I think Facebook is a fine way to make an announcement to your friends but it can go overboard. A year and a half ago, when I was sure I would die alone and be eaten by my cats, these people would have filled my already black heart with arsenic. Now I just find it irritating. Same with the baby/kid people. You know who I'm talking about.
The Wronged and the Restless: I love these people. They take their personal grudges to Facebook and do all these super dramatic posts with loaded statements and veiled references. It's so fun to figure out who they're talking about. "So tired of being confused and wish people would just be straightforward." "Going out for a MUCH needed night with the girls." "Wishes some people would stop being so BULLSHIT." "Thinks anyone who loves the Clash is a misguided asshole who cheats on his girlfriend."
Free Dating Service!: If only it was. Then those random messages from people you didn't connect with when you were actually in their presence would make sense. The worst is when you aren't even sure who the person is and have to search their photos to figure out when you met them. Sneak daters love using Facebook to ask people out on non-dates. You know how I feel about sneak dates.
Model Hopefuls: I can't help it. I look at all their photos. Sometimes I wish I had a million softly lit photos of myself in dramatic makeup and a headdress standing in front of frosted winter trees or the ocean, but I don't. Points detracted if they have constant duck-face. These people always have friends who are super into them and all the comments are things like "hubba hubba, you are so beautiful, OMG hot, and that sort of thing. Unfortunately most of my photos are candid and therefore tend to be unflattering and the comments below are things like, Hahahahahaha or Who's that drunk guy in the background?
The Potentially Suicidal: Facebook is the new suicide note. Watch out for posts referencing meaninglessness, the fact that the person doesn't care about this or that, random dark poetic statements, the National lyrics.
ENGAGED: You know the ones. Suddenly every post is about the fact that they're engaged, and multiple blurry cell phone photos of THE RING and wedding plans and THE DRESS, etc. etc. I think Facebook is a fine way to make an announcement to your friends but it can go overboard. A year and a half ago, when I was sure I would die alone and be eaten by my cats, these people would have filled my already black heart with arsenic. Now I just find it irritating. Same with the baby/kid people. You know who I'm talking about.
The Wronged and the Restless: I love these people. They take their personal grudges to Facebook and do all these super dramatic posts with loaded statements and veiled references. It's so fun to figure out who they're talking about. "So tired of being confused and wish people would just be straightforward." "Going out for a MUCH needed night with the girls." "Wishes some people would stop being so BULLSHIT." "Thinks anyone who loves the Clash is a misguided asshole who cheats on his girlfriend."
September 13, 2010
A Few Things
Such a glorious weekend. The nice thing about Oregon is that just when you are starting to mope and eat random fried things in preparation for winter hibernation, you receive a few gift-wrapped hot sun days and the world is bearable. Surfing was great, the water was warm, and I still have all my body parts.
But Caitlin is gone. She moved to Amsterdam to be in love. She is already missed. You can still follow her blog. I'm hoping that she will keep us updated on the trials and tribulations of being an expat, as well as all the things we need to know about crazy euro fashion Hammer pants. I hope so.
Also, if you are anything like me, you rely on your friends' vast collective knowledge to keep you updated on all aspects of life. Gabe is my movie friend. He is on top of it. And now he has a blog (Gabe Watching Movies) and it's funny and informative and providing me with an endless list of movies I need to watch now. It's a public service.
And finally, this is incredibly vain, but I have always wanted to be stopped on the street and have someone take my picture because they think I'm fashionable in the manner of the Sartorialist or Urban Weeds.* This doesn't happen because I often don't look put together at all and am wearing jeans I accidentally burned while camping or a dress from Target or multiple prints, leg warmers, and bike grease. But my friend Rian did put me up on her blog, 18th and Hoyt, so let's pretend she isn't a good friend and just some blogger who had to capture the fleeting glory of my style.
* This actually kind of happened yesterday. Huy, Carin, and I were lurking outside the Walkmen show at Pioneer Square and were kind of hanging off the fence. Stretching, kind of. It was awkward. Some girl took our picture. We aren't sure why, but now she has a picture of me and my friends and our armpits.
But Caitlin is gone. She moved to Amsterdam to be in love. She is already missed. You can still follow her blog. I'm hoping that she will keep us updated on the trials and tribulations of being an expat, as well as all the things we need to know about crazy euro fashion Hammer pants. I hope so.
Also, if you are anything like me, you rely on your friends' vast collective knowledge to keep you updated on all aspects of life. Gabe is my movie friend. He is on top of it. And now he has a blog (Gabe Watching Movies) and it's funny and informative and providing me with an endless list of movies I need to watch now. It's a public service.
And finally, this is incredibly vain, but I have always wanted to be stopped on the street and have someone take my picture because they think I'm fashionable in the manner of the Sartorialist or Urban Weeds.* This doesn't happen because I often don't look put together at all and am wearing jeans I accidentally burned while camping or a dress from Target or multiple prints, leg warmers, and bike grease. But my friend Rian did put me up on her blog, 18th and Hoyt, so let's pretend she isn't a good friend and just some blogger who had to capture the fleeting glory of my style.
* This actually kind of happened yesterday. Huy, Carin, and I were lurking outside the Walkmen show at Pioneer Square and were kind of hanging off the fence. Stretching, kind of. It was awkward. Some girl took our picture. We aren't sure why, but now she has a picture of me and my friends and our armpits.
August 26, 2010
Dying
This morning I attempted to walk my bike down a set of stairs and managed to implant, with force, the left metal pedal into my left Achilles tendon. Excruciating. I yelled so loud Sam could hear it from outside and came running in to see who was murdering me.
On the bright side, this exists: A blog devoted to Nicolas Cage's face. It's fascinating. I could look at this thing all day.
On the bright side, this exists: A blog devoted to Nicolas Cage's face. It's fascinating. I could look at this thing all day.
June 18, 2010
Afield
I'm off to the land of knee shorts, compounds, and 3.2 beer. Yes, the spiritual mecca that is Utah. I will be searching for the elusive pygmy rabbit and I will not be blogging. I leave you with What Claudia Wore. It's amazing. I know you've read them. Even boys picked up one of their sister's at one point or another. I personally read every Babysitter's Club book that was available at the Newberg Public Library and probably reread most of them. It may be where I got my fashion sense.
June 4, 2010
New to Me
Whoa. Split Pea Vintage. Despite the American Apparel stylings (how awkwardly can I lean against this table? No, really, I'm super comfortable. Yes. Yes, I'm wearing mouse ears) this site has some gems. I just got a one-of-a-kind rabbit-paneled cotton jacket off here for a paltry sum. I'm usually not a fan of paying other people to find me cool clothing, but things are actually reasonable here and this jacket really was a gem. You'll see. And it's based in Canada. Canadians are so nice.
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