Nothing really happens in “Mad Men.” All they do is drink, fuck, and sit around looking stylish. I mean, we can do that.
M.
(Damn straight.)
Paul & Ringo.
It’s been all Beatles, all the time since M. bought their catalog in both stereo AND mono. (There’s this lovely piano trill in “Obladi Oblada” that I’d never noticed before, but otherwise I’m humoring him when I tell him yeah, I hear the difference.)
Image via lovemaegan:applesnaps:lesson9:nickdrake.
Last night at Nick's
I think I threw out my shoulder catching a trust fall, but Milkmade’s homemade rooibos & cinnamon ice cream more than made up for it.
{With Magdalene & Sara.}
{This ain’t Snoop Dogg’s gin & juice.}
I loved Nick’s eagerness to explore “HR-style games,” but the games that involved putting your bodily health in the hands of strangers turned me into a Nervous Nellie. When you play them on retreats, there are elaborate rituals. For example, before a trust fall, the faller says, “Prepared to fall,” catchers respond, “Prepared to catch,” faller says, “Falling,” catchers respond, “Fall away!” The casual “3, 2, 1” countdown struck me as risky. But faithful readers know I’m accident prone as all hell, so I tend to assume the worst is about to happen. Judging from photos taken after I made an early exit, bonds were forged while bones went unbroken.
PS: Many people asked me last night, “So, is this your first one of these things?” I’ve never heard that question at Nick’s before. I suppose we have a little article to thank for that.
And the answer is nope, I was at what was apparently the first of his tea parties, way back in Feb. 08. I brought Obama and Clinton cakes. It was sufficiently odd, and we became friends.
Architect Roald Gunderson and his life and business partner Amelia Baxter run Whole Trees, a Wisconsin company that builds homes out of local, small-diameter trees that are ignored by loggers, and big trees that are felled by wind, disease, or insects. Over several years, Gunderson trains the small-diameter live trees to curve into arches bound for his unusual buildings. Gunderson and Baxter live with their two young children in a small home that he’s built, next to a solar greenhouse. Neighbors in the farming community have been requesting similar greenhouses because they are inexpensive to build (since they use local, readily available materials) and are inexpensive to run (they use passive solar heat).
Baxter also “manages a community forest project modeled after a community-supported agriculture project, in which paying members harvest sustainable riches like mushrooms, firewood and watercress from these woods.”
Thanks, Nathan!
I just found out we got $200k in energy efficiency/workforce development stimulus funding for two of my projects! Thank you, Big Brother!
In other work-related news you can use, I brought my boyfriend in to a Working Group meeting to make a presentation on alternative financing models for green retrofits and everyone was blown away (“I know people, and he’s Goldman president material!”* “Wherever did you find this extraordinary man?”**), and now he’s speaking at a conference I’m helping to organize about NYC’s new green building legislation. I’m rather proud, I am. (It only took us 13 months to finally get around to talking business.)
To celebrate, I have donned a creepy elephant trunk.
* In fairness, he was wearing the bespoke pinstripes.
** The answer I did not give: “Well, I’m sleeping with him.”
![“His name is Sam Kass. And when he’s not grilling fish for the first family or tending tomatillos in the White House garden, he is pondering the details of child nutrition legislation, funding streams for the school lunch program and the best tactics to fight childhood obesity [and being a 29-year-old babe].” (NYT.)
Sorry, had to be said.](http://20.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kslky8kNF31qz7gs7o1_400.jpg)
“His name is Sam Kass. And when he’s not grilling fish for the first family or tending tomatillos in the White House garden, he is pondering the details of child nutrition legislation, funding streams for the school lunch program and the best tactics to fight childhood obesity [and being a 29-year-old babe].” (NYT.)
Sorry, had to be said.
“Three Is a Magic Number” … from my head to yours.
It says something about you when and where you first heard this song. A child of the ’70s knows it from Saturday morning TV; my seven-year-old cousins know it as a Jack Johnson song about recycling. As for me, I was in the back of a schoolbus, listening to my Discman, feeling like a badass because of my new discovery: De La Soul (nevermind that “3 Feet High and Rising” was like 7 years old by then).
REV. BILLY TALEN ANNOUNCES $100 MILLION LOTTERY WIN
“I am now a legitimate candidate!” Exclaims the Green Party nominee for Mayor
With the current standard for Mayor of New York City being vast wealth, in addition to essential relationships with real estate speculators, Michael Bloomberg seemed to be cruising to an easy victory. But with Talen now positioned to match or even exceed Bloomberg’s campaign spending in these last 24 hours, that aura of unquestionable authority has been compromised.”
(Via startmeup.)
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