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Sunday, January 18, 2009
Friday, January 16, 2009
"To do nothing at all is the most difficult thing in the world." Oscar Wilde
Read the Idler. "The Idler is a bi-annual, book-shaped magazine that campaigns against the work ethic. "
I found How To Be Idle in a thrift shop and I love it. I have always valued my free time very highly, but I thought that this meant I was lazy and was a major character flaw. But this book changed my whole perspective on the situation. I don't have to apologize for the fact that I like relaxing! And doing nothing! For hours!
And now here is the Freedom Manifesto:
I found How To Be Idle in a thrift shop and I love it. I have always valued my free time very highly, but I thought that this meant I was lazy and was a major character flaw. But this book changed my whole perspective on the situation. I don't have to apologize for the fact that I like relaxing! And doing nothing! For hours!
And now here is the Freedom Manifesto:
What?!?!?!
Bush will get a pension of nearly $200K
HOW MUCH?! That is so much money.
Speaking about former presidents:
Also,
Outrageous!
HOW MUCH?! That is so much money.
Speaking about former presidents:
Their pension for the year is $196,700, a figure that will grow to $203,600 next year and $210,700 in 2011. The NTU estimates that if Bush, now 62, reaches his current life expectancy of 83.5 years, he will receive pension payments of $5,564,800, compared to the $3.2 million he earned serving in the White House.
Also,
The 1958 act also provides a former president with office space and office staff, a travel fund and mailing privileges. A presidential widow can get a lifetime annual stipend of $20,000. In fiscal year 2008, the General Services Administration provided total allowances of more than $1 million for Clinton, and almost $800,000 for George H.W. Bush, according to the Congressional Research Service.
Outrageous!
Thursday, January 15, 2009
Weird careers from US News
US News & World Report, famous for their rankings of educational institutions from preschool to professional development, also weighs in on careers. Ok, not that surprising. But what about the 11 Best-Kept-Secret Careers, eh?WEIRD.
From the bizarre (Creative Perfumer) to the vague (Program Analyst), the list is stupid. Also, is Casting Director really a position in high demand?
I thought "Best Kept Secret" was a title only used by women's beauty mags (to refer to mascara) and travel journals (to refer to a particular street vendor in Cancun).
What is journalism coming to?
Wednesday, January 14, 2009
Things I Used To Wear: Footwear
Things I Used To Wear is not limited to clothing. It includes footwear and accessories as well, because those are just as (if not more) ridiculous than the brightly colored, oddly patterned, ill-fitting, ugly ugly ugly clothes I once wore.
Now on to the footwear!
Exhibit A: The fanciest footwear money can buy on a 8th grade salary.
Features include:
I hate to admit it, but the best memory I have wearing these shoes was to a high school dance. Not my finest hour. I wish I had the picture from that dance, because my outfit was absolutely hideous. These shoes paired with a stretchy, navy blue sleeveless dress I borrowed from my cousin on a day's notice, CRIMPED HAIR, and sparkly purple fingernail polish. Also, my mom forced me to wear nylons (which is probably why I chose to wear these particular shoes).
For some reason, I thought that since black, blue and purple are all dark colors, they would go together. This err in judgment was made apparent to me when I saw the posed dance picture several weeks later. About a year after that, I commented to my friend Erica, who was also in the picture, that my choice of colors was rather strange.
"What was I thinking?" I said, laughing.
Erica replied, "Yeah, I noticed that your shoes were black, your dress was navy and your fingers were purple, but it was really too late to do anything about it."
*Awkward silence.*
Me: "You should really tell me next time."
The end.
Now on to the footwear!
Exhibit A: The fanciest footwear money can buy on a 8th grade salary.
Features include:
- Substantial rounded toe, providing full coverage up to mid-foot.
- Durable straps at a generous width.
- A modest one and one-half inch heel.
- All done in a lovely black satiny material.
I hate to admit it, but the best memory I have wearing these shoes was to a high school dance. Not my finest hour. I wish I had the picture from that dance, because my outfit was absolutely hideous. These shoes paired with a stretchy, navy blue sleeveless dress I borrowed from my cousin on a day's notice, CRIMPED HAIR, and sparkly purple fingernail polish. Also, my mom forced me to wear nylons (which is probably why I chose to wear these particular shoes).
For some reason, I thought that since black, blue and purple are all dark colors, they would go together. This err in judgment was made apparent to me when I saw the posed dance picture several weeks later. About a year after that, I commented to my friend Erica, who was also in the picture, that my choice of colors was rather strange.
"What was I thinking?" I said, laughing.
Erica replied, "Yeah, I noticed that your shoes were black, your dress was navy and your fingers were purple, but it was really too late to do anything about it."
*Awkward silence.*
Me: "You should really tell me next time."
The end.
Sunday, January 4, 2009
Things I Used To Wear: Part I
When I was home for the Christmas holiday, my mom asked that I go through the huge amount of clothing I still had at home. I've been putting this off for YEARS, because most of the stained t-shirts, baggy pants and other ill-fitting items have sentimental value for me. There is no way in hell I would ever wear any of it again, but to part with it so abruptly? It was too much for me.
I decided to take pictures of the most ridiculous and ugly pieces of my former wardrobe, and post them here intermittently with memories and humorous anecdotes. It was the only solution I had to cope with the loss of my clothes... my friends... and sometimes my napkins.
The first piece I'd like to share is this lovely spaghetti strapped, flamingo adorned tank top.
Notice how the width is equal if not greater than the length of the shirt. This is not an illusion. It was incredibly short and stretchy, yet I somehow managed to wear it ALL THE TIME. Also, there are pit stains. Not surprising.
What struck me about this piece was the pattern, which at the time of purchase seemed whimsical and tropical. Here is a really horrible attempt at a close up.
I know it's hard to tell, but the flamingo and flower was youthful, even endearing. How could any 16-year-old not love this?!
But really, I couldn't even tell you how I worked this shirt into everyday life. Did I wear it alone? Um, no! I wasn't a S-L-U-T.
Well then.. Was it an undershirt I wore beneath my nasty t-shirts? Was it a pajama shirt, so I could look stylish and sexy while I slept alone? It's unclear.
What I do know is that it's gone forever. It's time to move past flamingos, Chloe.
I decided to take pictures of the most ridiculous and ugly pieces of my former wardrobe, and post them here intermittently with memories and humorous anecdotes. It was the only solution I had to cope with the loss of my clothes... my friends... and sometimes my napkins.
The first piece I'd like to share is this lovely spaghetti strapped, flamingo adorned tank top.
Notice how the width is equal if not greater than the length of the shirt. This is not an illusion. It was incredibly short and stretchy, yet I somehow managed to wear it ALL THE TIME. Also, there are pit stains. Not surprising.What struck me about this piece was the pattern, which at the time of purchase seemed whimsical and tropical. Here is a really horrible attempt at a close up.
I know it's hard to tell, but the flamingo and flower was youthful, even endearing. How could any 16-year-old not love this?!But really, I couldn't even tell you how I worked this shirt into everyday life. Did I wear it alone? Um, no! I wasn't a S-L-U-T.
Well then.. Was it an undershirt I wore beneath my nasty t-shirts? Was it a pajama shirt, so I could look stylish and sexy while I slept alone? It's unclear.
What I do know is that it's gone forever. It's time to move past flamingos, Chloe.
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