Just so you know, Mey (a good friend of mine) and I started a blog!
It's my first collaborative blog, and as such, it fills me with excitement and inspiration. As well as wonder at how cool it is that I only have to do half the writing to create 100% of the content. Tiz awesome.
We two girls have made a habit of thinking (often in the guise of ranting) about this, that, and the other thing (meaning philosophy, spirituality, and stuff) since we met the first day of college. And we figure it's time to fearlessly go public.
So please. Follow along. and join in. We'd love fellow authors and contributors once we get rollin.
Our humble beginnings:
wegotthis.wordpress.com
We gotta go!
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Ok, so. Anyone who:
... feels like they need more cool things in their life,
... or feels like they need to be enticed out of the house more often,
... or needs something to make life feel awesome again,
... or knows of any really cool places,
... OR is just plain curious to know what I'm talking about by now,
needs to check out this site:
atlasobscura.com
And then tell me if you're about to go to any of these places so I can come. Seriously. Don't go without me.
... feels like they need more cool things in their life,
... or feels like they need to be enticed out of the house more often,
... or needs something to make life feel awesome again,
... or knows of any really cool places,
... OR is just plain curious to know what I'm talking about by now,
needs to check out this site:
atlasobscura.com
And then tell me if you're about to go to any of these places so I can come. Seriously. Don't go without me.
12:34 matters.
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I really don't know how I got started on this.
I think it was just something I kept noticing. After a while I realized I had an opinion. And that I liked having that opinion. That's right. I have a favorite minute. And it's not the average 11:11. It's 12:34.
There are a couple of things I love about having this minute. First of all, I just plain think it looks good. I really do. It's a good looking minute.
But more importantly I've been finding lately that having that minute is like planting a surprise gift for myself.
I never catch it on purpose. I never set any alarms. I don't anxiously wait for it. Sometimes I forget I even like it. But every now and then I look up at the clock and there it is. 12:34. Staring right at me. And it's great. Because all my focus sort of just zooms into it. And anything I was working on, anything I was worrying about, really doesn't matter. I suddenly realize I'm in my favorite min and there is no guilt in taking the whole thing to enjoy.
How awesome is it that there are two of them in a day?
on a side note: this does have the effect of making 12:33 the longest minute that ever existed, and 12:35 the lamest. but it's worth it. ;)
on another side note: I feel it is my duty to tell you that there is actually a Facebook group dedicated to 12:34 (I didn't make it!) and if any of you feel this way - or come to feel this way in the future - you should unite with us.
I think it was just something I kept noticing. After a while I realized I had an opinion. And that I liked having that opinion. That's right. I have a favorite minute. And it's not the average 11:11. It's 12:34.
There are a couple of things I love about having this minute. First of all, I just plain think it looks good. I really do. It's a good looking minute.
But more importantly I've been finding lately that having that minute is like planting a surprise gift for myself.
I never catch it on purpose. I never set any alarms. I don't anxiously wait for it. Sometimes I forget I even like it. But every now and then I look up at the clock and there it is. 12:34. Staring right at me. And it's great. Because all my focus sort of just zooms into it. And anything I was working on, anything I was worrying about, really doesn't matter. I suddenly realize I'm in my favorite min and there is no guilt in taking the whole thing to enjoy.
How awesome is it that there are two of them in a day?
on a side note: this does have the effect of making 12:33 the longest minute that ever existed, and 12:35 the lamest. but it's worth it. ;)
on another side note: I feel it is my duty to tell you that there is actually a Facebook group dedicated to 12:34 (I didn't make it!) and if any of you feel this way - or come to feel this way in the future - you should unite with us.
Shuddering View of Dubai
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A chilling reality.
Here's an article that delves much deeper into the stories found behind Dubai's sparkling exterior:
"I approach a blonde 17-year-old Dutch girl wandering around in hotpants, oblivious to the swarms of men gaping at her. "I love it here!" she says. "The heat, the malls, the beach!" Does it ever bother you that it's a slave society? She puts her head down, just as Sohinal did. "I try not to see," she says. Even at 17, she has learned not to look, and not to ask; that, she senses, is a transgression too far."
"The very earth is trying to repel Dubai, to dry it up and blow it away. The new Tiger Woods Gold Course needs four million gallons of water to be pumped on to its grounds every day, or it would simply shrivel and disappear on the winds. The city is regularly washed over with dust-storms that fog up the skies and turn the skyline into a blur. When the dust parts, heat burns through. It cooks anything that is not kept constantly, artificially wet."
I'm sure there are a couple different ways to look at this situation, but it's still worth doing some thinking on...
Have you heard of Dooce?
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This is too cute. A short re-post of the post "On having a daughter" from Dooce's blog (one of my faves). Especially in light of recent conversations my friends and I have been having about children (omg - are we really there yet?). Please read and enjoy:
Leta: "Mom, I love to read."
Me: "I know, Leta. I think that's awesome."
Leta: "My friend Hannah can't read."
Me: "It's okay that she can't read, Leta. Not all five-year-olds can read."
Leta: "No, she can't read because she's tall."
Me: "Oh, really? That's how it works?"
Leta: "She's tall, and I want to be tall and you never let me be tall!"
Me: "Whoa, hold on there."
Leta: "IT'S NOT FAIR! I JUST WANT TO BE TALL!"
Me: "Leta, I married the tallest one I could find. I DID MY PART."
Leta: "YOU NEVER LET ME DO ANYTHING!"
Me: "And have you seen my brother? He's six-foot-four! I've given you nothing BUT tall."
Leta: "WHY WON'T YOU LET ME BE TALL?!"
Me: "Are we seriously having this conversation?"
Leta: "ALL I EVER WANTED WAS TO BE TALL!"
Me: "Aren't you supposed to be busy throwing rocks at windows? Isn't that what most kids your age are doing? HERE, TAKE THIS PERMANENT MARKER. GO WRITE ON THE WALLS."
Her blog is amazing. Fantastically well written, like you get to be one of the family. Enjoy!
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