Instant Gratification
It’s easy to disengage when times seem tough, but it’s inspiring to be the person who can make someone’s day better despite all of life’s nonsense.
Ladies! We’re busy, on-the-go, I’ll have a Diet Coke in this hand and an iced coffee in the other, gals about town aren’t we? (Yes, yes we are.) So sometimes it’s so easy to forget simple things. I’ve put together this list of advice so practical, it’s practically stupid.
- Carry Advil/Tylenol/whatever everywhere you go. Put some in a plastic baggie or get the travel size and keep it in your purse always. If you switch purses, move it with you, the same as you’d move your wallet. Don’t actually put it in your wallet though unless you’ve got a big one, or it will get crushed.
- Clean up as you go. It is so much harder to tackle a sink full of dishes (and pans and pots and silverware) than it is for 1 or 2. For every clean item you want to take out of the cupboard, wash 2 of them in the sink.
- Buy the good tampons. This is NOT the place to save money. NOT THE PLACE.
Warning: they don’t live happily ever after, and we’re kind of crying about it.
A Love Story In Milk from Catsnake on Vimeo.
Posting videos like this is basically all the “editing” I have left in me before the Thanksgiving holiday. So, you’re totally welcome for that.
He says, ‘I want you to meet someone who is very important to me.’
So I dust the flour off my dress and follow him outside. He leads me to the door of the machinery shed and makes a soft clicking noise. A shiny little face pokes out from beneath the corrugated iron roof: a squirrel with sharp eyes and a persnickety tilt of the head.
Bon Iver feeds him a walnut. ‘I call him Walnut,’ he says. ‘And he knows all my secrets.’
Images via I Wish I Said Hello.
Have any of you read “Girl with a Scrabble Tattoo, a Missed Connection Swirls Out of Control“? It is one of our most popular Guest Blogs, ever. While it’s a good and (totally crazy!) piece, I think it also succeeds because of the just unending fascination with Missed Connections. It’s that voyeurism, loneliness and a sense of “what could have been” all wrapped up in one.
When I lived in New York, I knew a girl who kept getting Missed Connections posted about her. She was the barista at my local coffee shop. Apparently, this one guy just kept posting about her but never spoke to her even though he seemed to buy coffee from her all the time. She thought it was a little stalkerish (I agree.). Why not just ask the girl out? Or, you know, start with “Hi.”
There can be really something haunting about Missed Connections, I think. And a street art project, I Wish I Said Hello tackles this theme by using stickers to post Missed Connections in the places where they actually occurred. From their mouths exactly…
We find there’s something poetic about this desperate hope for the re-encounter, but also something very ironic about using the internet as the tool to achieve it. It turns out that in the era of social media, when we’re supposedly connected to anyone in the world, the network of missed connections is one of the most inefficient ones.
I Wish I Said Hello attempts to bring missed connection stories back to the public space in the form of street art.
Our goal is not to be another platform for reconnection, rather than a celebration of everyday poetics, a physical mapping of a digital network, a commentary on the role of technology in human communication.
Right on.
Have you read any Missed Connections that appeared in your ‘hood? The project is collaborative.
PS. Does anyone know a story in which a Missed Connection lived happily ever after? Comment if you do. I’m curious.
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