woo hoo! i’m the friend :)
When the founder of BRINK Magazine, Kyle Menard, ordered a Gift Membership for his friend earlier this summer, he included a note to us — “This is pretty cool. I have a magazine myself, brinkmagonline.com - we should do something!”
After checking out BRINK and completely digging its exposés on unique entrepreneurs, we reached back out to him - thanking him for giving a gift, and letting him know how much we enjoyed the mag.
When Kyle sent over some interview questions, we answered them — no big deal. A now, a few months later.. boom. Cover story. Pretty chill! Guess they liked the interview. Check it out for yourself.
longest chain ever but I love it… way to stand up for yourself and others!
I made this in eighth grade to torment my history teacher. He was racist, sexist, generally bigoted, verbally abusive, and vaguely pedophilic. For an entire school year, he was my arch-nemesis and I was his. Ooooh, he hated me! It was notorious how obvious his loathing for me was, and I did nothing but encourage it.
I would have given him a fair chance, but in the first week of school he declared that the Muslim Agenda is to conquer America, enslave women, cut off our heads, and slice our Christian throats. Those words exactly, to a room full of 12-13 year-olds. I asked him right then and there if he had any unbiased sources for that information excluding Rush Limbaug or Fox News. He glared at me, the seeds of hate taking root, and I knew that it would be a long year.
Classes were bad enough. Being singled out and asked to explain my stance on abortion for the whole class to hear, then interrogated about my moral values and subjugated to the most twisted excuse for ‘logic’ I’ve ever heard to prove that I was dangerously antisocial in my views. Assigned the position of defense attorney during mock trials in what was a textbook example of a Joker Jury (I won! I won fair and square and the only reason my defendant was found guilty was because he was stringy and stupid and everyone’s favorite victim) and THEN informing the class that the outcome of a trial is always dependent on the quality of the defense attorney. One day, without warning, he came to my desk and dropped a dictionary on my homework, told me to stand up, find the definition of ‘marriage’, and read it aloud for the whole class to hear. I knew what his game was so I pointed out that the edition was released in 1989 and so was obsolete because it was published before legalization of same-sex marriage and was biased. He made me read it anyway, then asked me why I was thinking about homosexuals if he never brought it up, obviously trying to make me out myself as a lesbian.
Yeah, fuck you, too, Smith. Outside of class he was even worse — if he caught me alone, he’d loom over me, try to stall me and make me late to other classes, and told me flat-out that I was a disrespectful and audacious little girl with a mind closed to learning. He was friends with my Health teacher and conspired with him to humiliate me — invariably, I was called upon to be weighed in front of the class and told that I was “fat on the inside” even though I looked scrawny. Yes, seriously. We reported Mr. Smith’s behavior to the administration and superintendent. They ignored us. My mother was told that nothing would be done about it because I had “a history of noncooperation” with teachers and staff, nevermind the fact that all of my other teachers considered me among their best students ever.
Aaaaanyway. I got back at him through my own small, infuriating rebellion. Laughing at him during solemn moments. Sitting and reading through the Pledge of Allegiance each morning. Dropping the ‘mister’ from his name when I addressed him. Arriving early in class and doing my homework in the three minutes before the bell rang — and getting full marks. Drawing transvestites and Muslims in the margins of my papers. When he announced that he shared a spiritual bond with Abraham Lincoln because he shared a birthday with him, I said, “Wow, good thing you weren’t born on April 20th” and asked if he shared the same bond with Charles Darwin. I brought in a stack of pamphlets (supplied by my mother) of common misconceptions about Islam and left them around the room. I’d stare at him intently and make weird faces at him while he taught so that he’d suddenly forget what he was saying because he was so flustered.
What does any of this have to do with Lincoln in a patriotic g-string? Well, having a ‘spiritual connection’ with someone apparently means completely covering the walls of your classroom with images of their face. There were blown-up portraits the size of beds on every wall. Lincoln masks hung from the ceiling. A cardboard cutout of Lincoln stood near the door. Images of Lincoln were everywhere — thousands of beady Lincoln eyes glowering from every surface. It was unnerving. His passion for Lincoln was clearly erotic, made more disturbing by his vocal hatred of homosexuals. On Lincoln’s death-day, he stood in the middle of the room with his eyes closed, swaying back and forth and whispering the Gettysburg address in front of his Lincoln shrine. He described in great detail how the doctors had removed Lincoln’s clothing to discover his refined musculature and gleaming, sculpted chest.
So I drew this in class and let him see it over my shoulder. Trololol.
all. of. the. fucking. awards.
Every single award ever.
You are my favorite person and I would like to humbly ask for your hand in marriage
Wow, remember this? I forgot I ever posted this story.
Needs more notes
Bill Murray on Gilda Radner:
“Gilda got married and went away. None of us saw her anymore. There was one good thing: Laraine had a party one night, a great party at her house. And I ended up being the disk jockey. She just had forty-fives, and not that many, so you really had to work the music end of it. There was a collection of like the funniest people in the world at this party. Somehow Sam Kinison sticks in my brain. The whole Monty Python group was there, most of us from the show, a lot of other funny people, and Gilda. Gilda showed up and she’d already had cancer and gone into remission and then had it again, I guess. Anyway she was slim. We hadn’t seen her in a long time. And she started doing, “I’ve got to go,” and she was just going to leave, and I was like, “Going to leave?” It felt like she was going to really leave forever.
So we started carrying her around, in a way that we could only do with her. We carried her up and down the stairs, around the house, repeatedly, for a long time, until I was exhausted. Then Danny did it for a while. Then I did it again. We just kept carrying her; we did it in teams. We kept carrying her around, but like upside down, every which way—over your shoulder and under your arm, carrying her like luggage. And that went on for more than an hour—maybe an hour and a half—just carrying her around and saying, “She’s leaving! This could be it! Now come on, this could be the last time we see her. Gilda’s leaving, and remember that she was very sick—hello?”
We worked all aspects of it, but it started with just, “She’s leaving, I don’t know if you’ve said good-bye to her.” And we said good-bye to the same people ten, twenty times, you know.
And because these people were really funny, every person we’d drag her up to would just do like five minutes on her, with Gilda upside down in this sort of tortured position, which she absolutely loved. She was laughing so hard we could have lost her right then and there.
It was just one of the best parties I’ve ever been to in my life. I’ll always remember it. It was the last time I saw her.”
wow. where has the time gone? this year i started (or rather re-started?) this tumblr to document my weight loss journey and since June I’ve barely posted. work has been insane and we had a hurricane (i’m ok!). between stress and working 60 hours a week I haven’t had much chance to continue my exercise routine as much as I wanted to, but I do continue to walk to/from work clocking in about 20 miles a week! i’ve also continued to eat pretty healthy however admittedly november has been one indulgence after another and thanksgiving certainly didn’t help! so with this being said, i’ve gained about 5 lbs since my initial weight loss. with the year almost over (can you believe it?!) i’ve decided to not beat myself up if i continue this “plateau.”
anyway, there’s still 5 weeks or so until the new year, so i thought i’d check in with my 2012 goals:
goals for 2012 (revisted):
- kick so much ass at new job they’ll hire me permanently // i have a great relationship with my manager (i consider him a close friend) and i have learned A TON about what it takes to produce a tv show (but i’m not a producer … not yet anyway). i’m still considered freelance but i’ve been working steadily since january and am contracted through may 2013! so it hasn’t been easy (HEH) and i’m not even sure if this is what i want to do but it’s paying the bills and i’m not working retail. yay!
- go on more adventures i.e. travel more // yeesh. well, we didn’t go to greece or paris but we did go to san diego for comic con again! not to mention we plan on going on a road trip home to florida for christmas. this goal will likely get carried over to 2013 ;)
- save money so we can travel more // oh HAHA no. :\
- baby? // things … are … HAPPENING! nothing to announce yet but b and i are finally ready to start this next chapter in our relationship. i got health insurance (why is it so freakin’ expensive?!), found a doc, the ball is rolling.
- spend christmas and new years in florida w/ family // ding ding ding! goal soon to be accomplished!
- be more active // another check! loosing ~20lbs this year has been fantastic. also ran a 4m race in central park that felt great. hoping to do more of those next year.
- blog more // something i did slack on the 2nd half of the year. but i think once i find my niche i’ll get more into it.
- be more stylish // since clothes fit me better i finally feel comfortable wearing cute dresses and skirts and things besides t-shirts. i feel so grown up!
- shop at more thrift/vintage shops // ehhh i found i have little patience for thrifting. but i have been doing a lot of online shopping :)
- reapply lipstick more than once a day // i’ve gotten so much better at this! not to mention, i also finally figured out how to do my eye makeup. maybe a future post?
so that’s it for now. i plan on posting a few more times (besides instagram pics) before 2012 ends! happy thanksgiving weekend :D
PRETTY MUCH! Except I’m still without power and internet and phone… For once I was actually eager to get to work! xo
Everyone totally overreacted to Hurricane Irene last year, which ended up just being a really rainy evening. So when people started freaking out about Hurricane Sandy and essentially preparing for the apocalypse I was like:
But several days later, in Sandy’s aftermath I’m like: