a kentuckian too
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.
(via ederlezi)
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!
diane feissel
Disney Surprise Gone Wrong- We’re not going to Chattanooga??? (by rlzeller0522)
I am weirdly a sucker for the videos of parents surprising their kids with trips to Disney World, but I am EVEN MORE OF A SUCKER for this video of parents surprising their kids with a trip to Disney World and the little girl MELTING DOWN because she wants to go on their previously-planned trip to Chattanooga instead. The best part is where it looks like she’s coming around, when she runs to her mom and starts crying on her lap—I was like, OK, she was just really overwhelmed and didn’t want to change the plans! I totally get that! I feel that way often in my life! But then she just keeps crying about Chattanooga. I am going home this weekend (oh, did I mention that I am from Chattanooga?) and I guarantee you this will be all over the local news and probably co-opted by the visitor’s bureau by then and that “I WANNA GO TO CHATTANOOGA” will be a thing that my family and Joe and I say for way way way too long into the future.
hometown for the win!
