[Oh god people. Planes are disappearing, heroes are getting shot, my mother’s best friend is in the hospital—and NPR is having a fund drive. And I wore the wrong hoodie to work and now it smells all oniony. In short: everything sucks. But I wrote this post days ago when life was much more rosy.]
No no no, not business + leather. Or Christmas with Heather. Or pleather! I just can’t stop myself from quoting Beck songs, OK? I mean, freaks flock together, what else is there to say?
yummyfun.com – YES. And how.
Peach Berserk!!!!1!1!! Through the magic of the internet, I was just reunited with this sweet small company, and I’ve had shivers of happiness all day because of it. Many years ago my loverboy (I just came up with that one!) and I were in Toronto to see….um….. um…well….to see Ani DiFranco, OK? Like, back when she was awesome. And she might have been opening for Dylan…or maybe that was another show. I was sort of obsessed for a while, but you had probably already pegged me for an Ani-lover, right?
So, we wandered into this shop, and I fell in love, hardcore. Sweet handmade bathing suits and dresses, everything wild and overdone and exuberant —and totally affordable, even for a college kid. The owner, Kingi, was sweet as the sweetest pea, and I took home a little booklet or flier thing about the store whose craziness deeply thrilled me. I wore the bathing suit I bought until the bottom got so stretched out that it fell down every time a wave came at me. I practically lost it in the ocean a hundred times, and now it lives happily in my “Old Clothes to Keep–Sentimental!!!” box. Peach Berserk–reunited and it feels so good.
I’m not sure you were in danger of this, but just in case: under no circumstances should you begin reading Martha Stewart’s dogs’ blog. Mostly because the comments are written by clearly insane people who write as if they are dogs. They are worse than I Can Has Cheezeburger comments, I swear. (I can’t put a link there to ICHC because if I go there to snag the link I will get lost in it for hours, so if you don’t know of what I speak…well, I’m just not sure what I can say to you. Happily for me, on my bedside table right now is the ICHC book waiting patiently to be devoured, courtesy of the above mentioned loverboy who got it at some music festival or another. I [heart] swag!)
Speaking of Martha, my sweet pals Ken + Doug from the Hudson Valley Seed Library are mentioned in the June Martha Stewart Living! And Sarah Snow, the talented and adorable designer of my new bonbon boxes, designed the seed packet pictured in the article!
I was totally touched that a fancypants newsletter I get about furniture (because I once ordered literally the cheapest thing in the catalog) sent out such a beautiful sentiment about Prop 8! And I thought I was unprofessional for mixing business and politics in my silly business emails! I wonder how many bigots there are in the modern furniture world who will angrily never order from them again? Well, I know where I’m going for my fancypants furniture from now on.
I really liked this idea from Sasha Frere-Jones (in last month’s New Yorker) It justifies all my Facebooking (and let’s ignore for now that I am not a digital native):
One way to understand social-networking sites like Facebook and MySpace is to consider that younger digital natives are not necessarily being exhibitionists when they post photographs of themselves and share personal details there. Instead, these users are living a life in which consciousness is spread out evenly over two platforms: real life and the Web. Rather than feeling schizophrenic or somehow pathological, digital natives understand that these two realms divide the self much as speech and the written word divide language, a division that humans have lived with for a long time without going bonkers.