I’ve been holding on to a whole passel of internetty things. I’m going to deposit them here for safekeeping. The whole passel. Are you ready for the passel? Here comes the passel.
Also, I’m accompanying them with a passel (OK, maybe a half passel) of photos taken on a snowy day last month.
Washing your face with oil? I’m old now, and I think it might be time to stop washing my face with soap. A Facebook friend of mine wrote this, and I’m saving it here to contemplate later. How do you wash your face, pals?
Bookshelf porn. I’m not a fan of using words like “porn” or “pimp” to refer to non-patriarchal things (blah blah and yeah there is good porn out there) but WHATEVER LOOK AT THESE BOOKSHELVES.
A random Google search led me to this here blog, which for some reason I sat and read at work for an hour or so, and by the time I finally left work the road was flooded (the snow you see here is finally melting, causing mass chaos) and I had to drive 45 minutes out of the way to get home. But it was OK, because the whole time I was singing along to Whispertown and thinking about this post: five reasons to stop trying to be happy. I think I’ve been living this way my whole life, but pretending that I’ve been trying to get happy, when really I’ve been trying to get an interesting and fulfilling life, which I have. Her point is that happiness often means stagnation, and if you want a real life it has to keep moving/changing/growing/being complicated. Just read the post, she explains it better.
DUDES! Have you been watching Downton Abbey? I always loves me a costume drama, the more Englishy/Austiney/angsty the better, but this Masterpiece Classics PBS series has all that plus some serious exploration of class, sex, and gender issues. Really, really great.
This guide to veg hotspots of the Hudson Valley, in the reliably awesome Chronogram, includes my discerning, snobby restaurant picks!
This episode of the Moth, in which “legendary rapper Darryl “DMC” McDaniels admits his Sarah McLachlan obsession” BLEW MY MIND. Just listen. Freaking amazeballs.
OK so maybe that wasn’t quite a passel. WHATEVS.