“I wish that albums would be wanted again because I wish people would want 12 songs and not just two. I wish that people could have the fun that we had when we would go and buy an album and lay on the floor and listen to it 50 times. And sing along with the words and just be so touched.”
“You are my heroine! And by heroine I mean lady hero. I don’t want to inject you and listen to jazz.”
—Liz Lemon, 30 Rock
Right now my lady hero is my friend Chanelle, who is writing an awesome blog called The Modern Failure. In it she explores “the areas in which the modern woman may feel like a failure (the workplace, the workout, the home, pregnancy, being ‘green’, etc), the origins of the modern woman’s expectations of herself, and why we wake up every day feeling like we are already behind.”
I pretty much think that if you have ever been, cared about, or even met a modern woman human being on this planet, you should probably read it. Right now.
I’m in the middle of watching Rosemary’s Baby. I have heard about this film many times but this is my first time to actually see it. Besides being absolutely terrifying, it is a perfect time capsule of perfect 60s style. I do wish I could pull off the Mia Farrow haircut…
When John and I were in the woods this week, we spent some time talking about why we like backpacking.
I said that I like the aspect of immersing myself in nature and breaking away from the patterns of normal life. You get to spend some time with yourself, and each other (because J is my awesometrustybackpackingpartner) at a pace that is defined by when the sun sets and rises, and how long it takes to get from one stream to the next. It is really cool to be immersed in a great conversation about math/science/education/philosophy/pine beetles and then all of a sudden you have to go up a big hill so you hike in silence for the next hour, just existing in the rhythms of your footfalls and absorbing the landscape around you. Or maybe it rains (pours) and you are cold so you stay cozy in the tent and fall asleep right at dusk, and that feels really rather natural. Or you wake up early and watch the mountain goats playing on the rocks above the alpine lake (that you swam in yesterday in an act of bravery). You just sit, and observe, and laugh when the fish jump so high out of the water that they catch air.
I also admit that I quite like the survival aspect of being out in the wilderness for multiple days at a time. Everything we need is on our backs, and in an effort to keep those packs light, we pare down to just the necessities. It turns out that human beings do just fine with some food, clean water (katadyne + waterfalls FTW), a method of keeping dry/warm, a way to boil water, and very little else except clean underwear (a definite necessity in my book), and the latest addition to our gear, a bear vault (which only kind of eased my total bear phobia but it was helpful to keep organized and made for a nice chair).
For John, the answer was more simple. It’s about the hiking. Putting one foot in front of the other and letting them take you to super special places you wouldn’t otherwise get to experience. He’s totally right, of course. Hiking is both the reason, and the method, and the excuse for getting to experience all of this:
Today consisted of gardening, going to a farm stand a few miles away and buying spring greens and strawberries on the honor system, driving around farm land, eating local greens on the back porch while Mr. Kitty lounged and looked pleased, and some more gardening. All the while, a backdrop of amazing billowy clouds set off the snowcaps still showing on the mountains to the west. Erie is pretty good place to live…
I am a web designer and I am pretty sad that I haven’t been amazingly impressed by any new web tools this year. However, this has definitely been the Year of the iPhone, and I *do* have a handful of useful/fun/utilitarian apps that will make my “best of” list.
Twitterific. I totally had a debate with my boss about this the other day, and I realize that Twitterific doesn’t have the most elegant interface and isn’t the cool designer-y app anymore. However, there are a few features that make Twitterific my go-to app for the iPhone. It buzzes/makes a birdy sound to let you know that your tweets have finally loaded over AT&T’s slow-ass connection. It shows the timestamps of all unread tweets in orange, which is really helpful for finding your place as you read. Refreshing doesn’t jump you around to a different spot in your stream. My own tweets and @-mentions are in the same stream with the people I follow and are conveniently color-coded (also helpful for way-finding). I can change an @-reply to a regular tweet if I want, midway through. And it has a dark background, which is good because I am most likely using the app in the morning from bed, and my eyes get watery when I look at a bright screen that early. If only I could set up image posting via Flickr like I can with Tweetie… Can I stop saying these ridiculous “T” words now?(more…)
I have a serious problem with the idea that any of my friends are more “bester” than the others, because it reminds me of 3rd grade when I got temporarily kicked out of the best friends club because I couldn’t make it across the monkey bars. However, the operative word in this Best of 2009 prompt is “new”. This year I grew a new friendship with a really amazing person who inspired me in ways that I am not sure she realizes. This person is taking risks and daring to dream in her own life — starting a business, living creatively, seeking healthfulness, and finding her own path. If you are reading this, I hope you know who you are. Thank you for being you!