Periodically when researching I’ll stumble on something that’s just too good not to share. Bonus points if it’s festive! No advice, no pearls of wisdom- I’m definitely, pretty much, mostly very certain those are reasons you all decide to stop by- just something cool I thought was worth sharing. This week, let’s look at art created for The Nutcracker throughout history.
Sometimes life gets tiring.
Your job is getting you down. It’s cold outside. The bills are due. You have a hangnail. The president is a jackhammer to democracy, a danger to the nation, and sandpaper to the senses. Also your car needs new tires.
Everyday I’m reading about something in the news that makes me want to pull my hair out. And then I go on social media and read people’s responses that make me want to pull my hair out. (Lesson I can’t ever seem to learn: never ever read the comments!) I don’t have a ton of hair left, guys.
Scrolling through Instagram, the current social networking platform that doesn’t send me into a fit of rage as it’s mostly full of artistically filtered pictures of people’s Christmas trees and carefully plated food (my pictures included), I came across this picture courtesy of the Wisconsin Historical Society.
There’s something about the Sunday after Thanksgiving. Still feeling the lethargy that only eating 17 pounds of casserole can produce, but having to muster the energy to go to work tomorrow and make it look like you’re super into catching up on your work emails.
Is it ok to post a sign on my office door that just says, “Be cool, guys. Go away”? Or “you can only knock on this door if you brought me a casserole”?
While I’m doing a decent job catching up on my laundry, and I bought actual vegetables to make a not-casserole for dinner, I spent most of yesterday napping and have only worn pants that stretch since I flew back to Wisconsin from my home in North Carolina yesterday morning.
Getting back to life, back to reality, is a pretty rude awakening, but luckily, my attempt to save a couple dollars on plane tickets by flying back on a Saturday softened the blow. You see, I had a whole row to myself.
I HAD A WHOLE ROW TO MYSELF!
Let’s be clear. That never happens. Ever. Never ever.
Will I get a seat next to a man who insists on storing his backpack in my foot space so he can put his legs where his bag would have been? Yes.
Will I get a seat next to a woman who repeatedly jabs me with her elbow as she excitedly plays her iPad games? Also, yes.
History isn’t always fun because humans are historically not great to each other. For five minutes, let’s remember that history is also full of weirdos who need some self-awareness. Good thing I won’t ever be one of those.
Reasons I Make This Face Part 1
Reasons I make this face: a good high-five, a bag of cherry starbursts, a new podcast about politics, an easy to peel clementine, socks that match and don’t have holes, free cheese samples at the grocery store, respect for women, a George Michael song coming on the radio, sitcom Christmas specials, Michelle Obama, novelty sweaters
*It’s a Tuesday, guys. Not all titles can be gems.
The holidays are coming, guys! I mean, I think they’re coming. They’re supposed to be coming. They’re not coming fast enough. Not nearly fast enough. But really though, are calendars broken? How am I not already eating turkey? That seems impossible. Anyway…
The holidays! They’re coming!
And I know what you are probably trying to figure out: what is the most effective way to impress your family while also confusing them? Adding some flare to the table, while also making it a little harder to carry on a conversation? Giving ’em the old razzle dazzle while also giving them reason to wonder if you’re ok?
Well, you’ve come to the right place.
I don’t know what I pictured 29 looking like when I was younger, but I didn’t picture desk job.
I studied clothing design as an undergrad, so my workspaces typically involved sewing machines, a dress form named Bessie Lou, giant mounds of thread that terrified me when a draft caught them as I was convinced they were psychedelic mice when they entered my periphery, and loudly singing “Poor Unfortunate Souls” with the other students stuck in the sewing lab at 4:00 in the morning. Attending a school whose general education program is best described as ‘aggressive,’ when I had to do homework in the traditional sense, I did have a desk where I could sit, but my finest papers were composed sitting on the floor by my closet. Preferably eating Cooler Ranch Doritos and drinking a diet Dr. Pepper.
When I made the switch to grad school, I had to get creative mostly because my apartment’s “desk” was a small laptop table from Ikea. I drank up library time, but much like undergrad, my best work happened when I was sitting on the floor, surrounded by highlighted articles with titles that included words like “epistemological” and “commodification,” The Office reruns playing on my TV while I look up words like “epistemological” and “commodification.”
As it turns out, there’s enough weird in history for a second look at History’s Halloween. Missed the first? Check it out here.
When people ask about my Friday night plans…
Making a Pumpkin-House a Pumpkin-Home“You know, I feel like you just reach a point in your life where you have to buy investment pieces when you’re furnishing your pumpkin.”
My Five Year PlanNext step: Figure out why my car is making that one noise, then take over the world.