So proud of my friend Maria!
Ben Wyatt, a successful financial advisor moves to NYC looking for a change after a tumultuous breakup with his coworker. Not sure what his next move is, he contacts a longtime family friend, Jack Donaghy. Jack hires Ben as his personal financial advisor, which includes overseeing the financial expenditures of TGS much to Liz Lemon’s chagrin. What happens next? Only cheesy snacks, sci-fi movies, and social awkwardness can tell. May the nerds be with you.
If only…
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Becoming One of the ‘Relevant’
by Christian LorentzenOn a recent Friday night, Bebe Zeva, a teenage fashion blogger, journalist and model based in Las Vegas, was dining at the restaurant Lodge in Williamsburg, Brooklyn, with a group of 20-something contributors to the online magazine Thought Catalog.
“I like to concentrate on the cuteness of what I’m eating,” Ms. Zeva said. She had switched from coconut and almond vegan ice cream to a skirt steak. In a black minidress, black stockings, a sheer black and navy metallic robe and a floppy black hat, with dozens of long silver and gold chains slung from her neck, she looked like a brunette Stevie Nicks in miniature…
Wow. Just, wow.Listen, Bebe. You seem like a lovely little girl, but one day in the distant future, you will become a grown-ass woman. Based on what I’m reading here, it will probably take a solid decade, but still, it will eventually happen.
On that day, you will flash back to your teenage years, a chill will run up your spine, and your cheeks will blush with embarrassment as you recall this very article written about you in the New York Times.
You will suddenly realize that the writer — and everyone who read it — was making fun of you. It was subtle and quite brilliant, but Christian Lorentzen painted a brutal and hilarious portrait of you with all the subversive skill of Francisco Goya.
Just to be clear, you deserved it.
Sure, most teenagers are superficial, fame enamored assholes, but darling, you took it to the next level with such vapid magnificence that a part of me begrudgingly respects your level of commitment. It’s like you’re a parody of yourself.
I hope in your eventual womanhood you come to terms with the personal branding efforts of your youth. You are not “fated to be hated,” my dear. You’re merely fated to be ridiculed for your own self-seriousness.
This is my favorite thing to happen this week.
You will not be able to stay home, sisters and brothers.
You will not be able to log in, turn on your 3G and tweet out.
You will not be able to call yourself on skype and tag yourself on foursquare,
instagram pictures of beer during youtube ads,
Because the revolution will not be live-blogged.
The revolution will not be live-blogged.
The revolution will not be brought to you by Xanga
In 4 links without pop-ups.
The revolution will not show you pictures of cats
blowing a vuvuzela and leading a charge by John Lennon, J.J. Abrams and Felix Salmon to eat
hog maws confiscated from a Harlem coffee shop.
The revolution will not be live-blogged.
The revolution will not be brought to you by the
Webbies or Streamies and will not star Natalie
Portman and Steve Martin or garfield minus garfield and Julie Klausner.
The revolution will not give your mouth sex appeal.
The revolution will not get rid of the n00bs.
The revolution will not make you look five notes
richer, because the revolution will not be live-blogged, Sisters and Brothers.
There will be no pictures of you and Billy Mays
pushing that shopping cart down the block on the dead run,
or trying to slide that Macbook Pro into a stolen ambulance.
MSNBC.com will not be able predict the winner at 8:32
or report from 29 districts.
The revolution will not be live-blogged.
There will be no pictures of pigs shooting down
brothers in GIFs.
There will be no pictures of pigs shooting down
brothers in GIFs.
There will be no pictures of Whitney Houston being
run out of Atlanta on a rail with a brand new meme.
There will be no slow motion or still life of Anderson Cooper strolling through Liberation Square in a Red, Black and Green liberation jumpsuit that he had been saving
for just the proper occasion.
Glee, Modern Family, and Parks and
Recreation will no longer be so damned relevant, and
women will not care if The Situation finally gets down with Snookie on Jersey Shore because Black people
will be in the street looking for a brighter day.
The revolution will not be live-blogged.
There will be no highlights on the weekend round-up
and no listicles of hairy armed women
liberationists and Sady Doyle blowing her nose.
The theme song will not be written by Webby,
Saint Francis, nor sung by Glenn Beck, Mike
Jones, Johnny and Jenny, Englebert Humperdink, or Earth.
The revolution will not be live-blogged.
The revolution will not begin after 12 seconds of this advertisement
about white Denim, white lightning/white heat, or white people.
You will not have to worry about Dove on your
dashboard, a Tiger Mother in your GoogleReader, or the FEK in your toilet bowl.
The revolution will not go better with Diet Coke.
The revolution will not Orabrush away the germs that may cause bad breath.
The revolution will give you the glog-in.
The revolution will not be live-blogged, will not be live-blogged,
will not be live-blogged, will not be live-blogged.
The revolution will be no reblogs, brothers and sisters;
The revolution will be live.
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Today (Taken with instagram)
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I have learned of Tori Amos’ newest face and album via sippor and twopugs and I refuse to believe she’s the same person as this sex bomb above. RIP 90s/aughts Tori.
Nobody tells this to people who are beginners, I wish someone told me. All of us who do creative work, we get into it because we have good taste. But there is this gap. For the first couple years you make stuff, it’s just not that good. It’s trying to be good, it has potential, but it’s not. But your taste, the thing that got you into the game, is still killer. And your taste is why your work disappoints you. A lot of people never get past this phase, they quit. Most people I know who do interesting, creative work went through years of this. We know our work doesn’t have this special thing that we want it to have. We all go through this. And if you are just starting out or you are still in this phase, you gotta know its normal and the most important thing you can do is do a lot of work. Put yourself on a deadline so that every week you will finish one story. It is only by going through a volume of work that you will close that gap, and your work will be as good as your ambitions. And I took longer to figure out how to do this than anyone I’ve ever met. It’s gonna take awhile. It’s normal to take awhile. You’ve just gotta fight your way through.
—Ira Glass (via nefffy)
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pics from my solo camping trip this weekend.
Oh, engagement shoots. Under no circumstances could I ever imagine Sean saying, “Yeah, sure, I’ll totally wear that!”
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Open windows (Taken with instagram)
sippor:Emmylou, Dolly & Linda - To Know Him is to Love Him
Goddesses, all of them.
