hey dear readers,
last year on thanksgiving, i sent an email to a few friends announcing the start of this blog.
thank you for sticking with me through an excellent, agonizing, challenging, inspiring, embarrassing, rewarding, and growth-filled yea.
i'm treating today as "friday, part 1" and will be back monday with new posts. i'm also featuring a gift guide this year, so stay tuned for low-tech, low-impact present suggestions.
song: "one time" by marian hill
"There is no butter or meat. Fruit is a memory. Some evenings, during the worst months, all the house directress has to feed her dozen wards are cakes made from mustard powder and water.
But seven-year-old Werner seems to float. He is undersized and his ears stick out and he speaks with a high, sweet voice; the whiteness of his hair stops people in their tracks. Snowy, milky, chalky. A color that is the absence of color. Every morning he ties his shoes, packs newspaper inside his coat as insulation against the cold, and begins interrogating the world. He captures snowflakes, tadpoles, hibernating frogs; he coaxes bread from bakers with none to sell; he regularly appears in the kitchen with fresh milk for the babies. He makes things too: paper boxes, crude biplanes, toy boats with working rudders."-- from "All the Light We Cannot See" by Anthony Doerr
i needed this article so badly. i haven't made enough progress on my year-end goals. but Zahra Barnes at Levo makes it all ok. read "How to Achieve Your Biggest Goals By the End of the Year" in its entirety here, but these are my favorite tips:
- scale down the goal
- write a "ta-da" list at the end of each day, as proof of your accomplishments. adorable and gratifying.
- determine one clearly-defined goal per week until the end of the year. there are five weeks left in 2015.
ever wonder where the slow-moving folks ahead of you at the airport are headed? does anyone *not*? never fear, the NYTimes is on the case.
they corralled search data into a mesmerizing flight pattern graphic. rest your cursor on the map and a bunch of dots move from origin to destination. ideal entertainment for the post-Thanksgiving food coma.