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New computer, new hairstyle, no makeup, cheesy smile.
It’s Teacher Appreciation Week!
Do your homework on time. And write your name on the top of your assignment.
The age demo at Silversun Pickups last night at the Wellmont was way older than I expected. But it was one of the best live concerts I’ve been to; their drummer is sick. Opener Bad Books are pretty rad, too.
My concert peeps are obviously Nicole, Marisa, and Adam (when he’s not too scared of the hometown girls to come along). Almost every great concert memory has them in it.
Driving to work. I unexpectedly had to officiate our awards ceremony. Two Deans, one Assistant Dean, and three department Directors were there, so there was NO PRESSURE AT ALL.
“It is the persistent, damning mischaracterisation of Zelda as ‘insane’ that most needs undoing. The trouble lies in the diagnosis she was given in 1930: ‘schizophrenia’. While today we know it to mean severe mental illness requiring delicate and often lifelong treatment with medications, therapies, and sometimes institutionalisation, in Zelda’s time it was a catch-all label for a range of emotional difficulties.”
This article merges my two favorite literary disciplines: Modernism and Disabilities Studies.
My mom went to yard sales when we were little. Yard sales, estate sales, garage sales, church rummage sales, and she sometimes even stopped on the side of the road to grab something off people’s trash. I hated it then, but hey, my parents’ house has antique radiator covers because my mom hauled them into our old Dodge van. And she did it alone because I was wailing, “Stop embarrassing me!” from the floor of the backseat.
I’ve somehow worked through my embarrassment of yard sales—but not of garbage picking, Mom—to occasionally go and look around. This weekend a friend sent me a message with a link to an estate sale in my town. The sale had gnomes, tons of gnomes. So of course, even though I had already sent my father to the sale’s opening to buy me the gnome I wanted, I went again anyway to see the rest of the collection.
What I didn’t know about was the back yard of this house: someone with master masonry experience built up walls and castles, sometimes five feet above the ground, around the entire backyard. The ledges were smoothed-out and crenelated concrete and the walls were studded with protruding rocks, and little bits of quartz glinted in the sun. He or she also created small sunken-in ponds (that were really mini built-in pools), grottoes, and alcoves. There was an archway made large enough to fit a tall man that led visitors in and out of the backyard gate. The whole thing was almost medieval and I walked around the yard longer than I did in the house. If the seller had let me, I would have brought a hammock and set up camp.
This backyard, with some TLC and small redesigning, would be the backyard of my dreams; it was like a mini fairy-tale. And I would be the giant roaming the kingdom.
How cool is that?
Thank Ghod it’s the trifecta of my/Jackie/Nicole’s birthday celebration this weekend.
If you’re in northern NJ and want to come celebrate, lmk. We’re doing drinks at a local (like I could walk home local) bar.
La la la, data processing. Not listening to conversations I’m not supposed to be hearing yet.
That’s ok. I’m just dying here.
I would be lame if I went to this as an Educator, right? RIGHT?!
Mike Doyle - Abandoned Lego Houses (2011)
This piece took about 50k-60k Lego pieces to make. Nothing other than Lego was used.
When I was little and we went on vacation, we couldn’t afford to go out every night. So we’d stay in sometimes, in our little rented Bungalow on the lagoon, and and play board games and such.
This is exactly what I want to create this summer in a little bungalow by the NJ bay.
Lord Disick for President
I think he is truly one of the funniest people on reality TV.
I hate that I love him so much.
My disgusting little secret is that I love this man. Only Scott can wear an eye patch embroidered “Lord Disick” and not make me want to punch his face off his head.
WHYYYYYY? I’m totally embarrassed that I’ve just posted this.
I accidentally deleted the red velvet cake recipe that I always used but this is similar. Keep in mind that red velvet cake is so weird to make because of the strange ass ingredients. haha. You can make two red velvet cakes using the same recipe and…
Someone make this for me immediately.
Too bright for selfies.