a very memphis spring break for Caroline, complete with snow day.
…your affiliated sister visits HQ over spring break. while you’re in a meeting, a coworker texts you the following:
"thinking you may have your phone the mtg - would it be okay if I gave your sis some KD swag? We have some goodies leftover from bid days at new chapters and such."
the answer to that is a definite yes. she left decked out with apparel and accessories.
SUCCESS! this fabulous blog hits 1,000 posts with this one right here.
to commemorate, i thought: gee, wouldn’t it be great if i linked to my 10 favorite blog posts? well, as it turns out sometimes i really like my work. and its impossible to narrow it down to just 10. so how about 15? here they are in chronological order, from oldest to newest.
THANK YOU! even when i’m not sure i even have readers, its nice to imagine someone is interested. i hope i keep it interesting enough for you! you’re really just here for the pictures of riga, right? i can live with that.
lately, ive been slightly obsessed with Jimmy Fallon on the Tonight Show. i have never been so interested in comedy, talk shows or late night TV before, but Jimmy is different! its not that he’s the funniest…its that he’s so likable. i can’t help but fall in love with him.
one of his secret weapons is his outright bromance with Justin Timberlake. i have never been a fan…never owned an nsync or JT album. i’m slightly more exposed to him here in memphis - his hometown - so i do have a little bit of pride. but i’ve truly never been a fan…until he was absolutely hilarious beside Jimmy.
one of my favorite moments: when Justin does an impression of Jimmy on SNL. wait until 6:52 when Jimmy completely breaks down laughing. it does not get any better than this.
but it does! during Jimmy’s first week of hosting the tonight show, Justin joins him for 5th round of history of rap. the first 4 had been incredibly entertaining; it’s only right that they commemorate the occasion with what they do best: mashing together hip hop songs and period dance moves.
and finally, here’s history of rap 5:
i don’t think i’ll ever get tired of watching them perform.
I drive on one of the steepest residential streets in the United States every day.
can anyone say “the wall,” climbing up the bluff in Mississippi?
this is a neat graphic:
(via npr)Source: jacobsoboroff
Source: The Atlantic
Ten years ago this spring, I entered a fraternity house in broad daylight to see fellow sorority women perform a drunken strip-tease. The event had no official title, it was simply known as a lip synch. Its purpose, if you can call it that, was to see which sorority had the best song-and-dance routine. The best performance was determined by a panel of judges, mostly brothers of the fraternity, and that year, a “celebrity” guest judge: a professor in the college’s government department.
The event was one of more than half-a-dozen competitive events that made up the fraternity’s week-long charity fundraiser, known as Derby Days. The entire effort was held in the name of raising money for a network of children’s hospitals. But what was really at stake that afternoon was who was going to be deemed the most desirable group of women. And that made me feel numb, and then enraged, for reasons I would struggle to articulate for years to come.
Some of the Derby Days events were benign—a penny war, for example—but most, like the lip synch or the beauty pageant or the skit contest, had a clear message. The winners were the most sexually attractive group of women to a certain group of men.
If you had asked me before I went to college if these events would’ve upset me, I am not sure what I would’ve said. I never considered myself a prude, nor was I sheltered from the world of sexual innuendo. I spent my high school years at a liberal boarding school in the Northeast, where we watched endless reruns of Sex and the City and gossiped about our classmates’ hook-ups.
But there was something about that day in 2004 that gnawed at me. I am sure some of the women who performed in the event got a genuine thrill: They enjoyed performing in front of people. And of course most people like being viewed as attractive. But seeing the event play out in front of me—to feel swallowed by the intense competition, to feel like I was accepting the unspoken terms of the event—changed me. The event seemed to confirm so many negative stereotypes about women and men. That women valued, above all else, being seen as sexually desirable to these men. And that men wanted and encouraged the women to perform as objects for their entertainment.
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the cary st crew does breckenridge: the incredible tale of an ill-fated vacation
so how do 8 close friends and 1 six-month-old baby go on a ski trip? it was a unique experience for sure. let’s start at the beginning.
1. the week of our impending arrival, a giant snow storm engulfed the east coast. we discussed contingency plans…hoping we wouldn’t need to put one in action. though the snow was managed in time, josh & maureen did experience some pretty extreme delays, leading the 4 non-denver residents to experience some mild airport exhaustion/intoxication at 5,000+ ft.
2. we were determined to beat the crowds. after crashing at the house in denver well passed our bedtime, we rose at 5:00 am to hit the road for breckenridge. the good news is that we succeeded in beating the crowds! the bad news is that we were all exhausted and hungry at 10:00 am, leaving us no other choice than to trek up to the main ski lodge for some brunch.
3. exhaustion continues for everyone, especially poor daniel (6 mo old). we split up to conquer church and grocery shopping, and we feast on frozen pizza and salad (sounds like college, right?). by 9:30 pm, even though we were all pretty entertained by the jungle book, we turned in for the night.
4. mike and raissa, our denver hosts, deal with some food poisoning…presumably caused by the food at the ski lodge. poor mike misses a whole day on the slopes recovering. while everyone else skis, i do the sensible thing and book a treatment at the spa. BEST DECISION OF THE TRIP.
5. we’ve finally found our stride! mike is feeling well enough for dinner and we hit the hot tub for a quick post-ski soak. finding a hot tub had been our number one priority while searching for a condo, and we were determined to enjoy it!
6. we all pile into the family van to head to dinner at breckenridge brewery. we were starving! the food and beer was delicious and our spirits are high!
7. maureen and i start to feel uncomfortable at dinner. when i step out to get some fresh air, maureen joins me and we decide to walk home.
8. with less than a block until the condo, maureen and i stop to catch our breath. its becoming exceedingly clear that we’re in trouble. i end up getting sick in a snow drift. maureen asks if there’s anything she can do even though she knows she’s next. “if we weren’t friends before, we definitely are now,” i joke.
9. within the next 3 hours, 5 of us become violently ill with the same virus. mr cs remarks “at least we know this is the worst it can get.” thankfully, he was right.
10. the management company has mercy and grants us a late checkout so that we can recover before our drive down the mountain. we spend the rest of the day eating saltines and gatorade, finally graduating to egg noodles by dinner.
11. the denver airport does its best to ruin our departure plans. maggie and elijah were bumped from their flight, and mr cs & i found ourselves in the middle of united’s unprecedented server failure. nice try, denver…but there’s no way we were letting this vacation win. miraculously, we all made it home that day.
we lived to tell the tale. this experience has already made for some dramatic story-telling. we all know that we have the ultimate lousy vacation story in our back pocket, ready to one-up any tale of lost luggage (come on, that’s amateur stuff). no situation will bring a group of friends closer than a shared virus. i’m pretty sure this is the stuff of legends, and we’ll remember this story for the rest of our lives. cheers, cary st. crew!
Proudest Monkey Live in Johannesburg with Hugh Masekela. Directed by Aaron Farrington.
this makes me severely depressed that i will not be enjoying a dmb concert this summer. its actually very simple: i just always want to see dmb concerts. i really don’t expect i will ever stop being excited about them.Source: davematthews