Hey, folks, I’m giving this another whirl over here: http://sarahmaddux.tumblr.com.
a kentuckian too
Sorry, did I not tell you this was becoming an All The Last Waltz, All The Time, Forever blog?
But the important question is, do you have a .gif of Neil Young’s coke wad?
Unbest: About Unbest
The problem
Designating something as “the best” can be tricky, especially when it comes to music, which occupies such intensely personal space in our human lives—even among folks who deal with it professionally (or “professionally,” some/they might say).
There’s a place in this world for…
Look what my sister made! Give it a good think and submit something to it.
Now through Christmas Day, follow me (read: indulge me) as I lead you through the strange wilderness known as My Favorite Krampus Postcards Culled From The Great But Under-Updated Krampus.com! (More on this super weirdly delightful holiday legend here.)
BEST
© Stephen David Finney 2011
My ass-kicking college friend Steve Finney shares his digital photo mash-ups from his travels here.
Once a little boy sent me a charming card with a little drawing on it. I loved it. I answer all my children’s letters — sometimes very hastily — but this one I lingered over. I sent him a card and I drew a picture of a Wild Thing on it. I wrote, “Dear Jim: I loved your card.” Then I got a letter back from his mother and she said, “Jim loved your card so much he ate it.” That to me was one of the highest compliments I’ve ever received. He didn’t care that it was an original Maurice Sendak drawing or anything. He saw it, he loved it, he ate it.
Maurice Sendak
I think of this story often (it is one of my favorites) as a reminder of two things
- No matter how famous you are, or how important you might become never lose the ability to be surprised and touched by the love of strangers.
- Remember the love you had for things as a child, one without embarrassment, reserve or complication. The kind of love that would make you eat something just so it could be part of you.
(via jamesnord)
(via tomecide)
New York fashion photographer David Jay is seeking to update the face of breast cancer awareness from frothy pink to strikingly honest pictures of the women scarred by mastectomy surgery. His message: “Breast cancer is not a pink ribbon.”
a good friend of mine has been struggling with the “frothy pink” lately. she is the bravest.
time to revisit?
I wrote about Joe's & my wedding for A Practical Wedding.
Mostly re: anxiety & joy but also booze, sweat & an Egg McMuffin.
(Semi-relatedly, I haven’t yet landed on a way to refer to something as belonging to both Joe and me that doesn’t feel seriously clunky: “Joe’s and my” I guess is the correct way to say it but that also feels weird. “Me and Joe’s” is grammatically horrific, I know, but it feels more natural than anything else, at least to say out loud.)
my favorite people got hitched and then one of them wrote about it!
