Monthly Archives: January 2014

Junk Drawer Friday!


I went to bed before 10pm last night and woke up looking a little less like Lurch this morning!  It’s the small things when you’re a 30-something.

Here’s a little link love to read in between chest-bumping your bros during the big game this weekend.

Happy Superbowl! The strangest new online fad, a dating app that lets you offer bribes, and people who live in Wal-Mart parking lots – AFTER THE JUMP!


All I Have to do is Dream

This is my jam this week (if a song by the Everly Brothers can be considered a “jam”).  I’m feeling like a bit of a dreamer lately, so this song is my current anthem.  What’s yours?

(And, oh my lord, the POMADE!  Why can’t I get volume like that.)


Living a Daydream

This year on the blog, I want to do as much as I can to profile all kinds of Wonderists!  They come in every shape and size – artists, entrepreneurs, adventurers, you name it.  Whoever they are, it’s the inspirational work they do that will land them on the WonderList. So meet our first inductee …AFTER THE JUMP!


NFL Bad Lip Reading

Tears. Streaming. Down. My. Face.

Happy almost-Superbowl, everyone!

How are you planning to celebrate (or boycott)?  This year I have choreographed a very special cheerleading routine which I will perform every time I get the perfect chip to dip ratio in my gullet.  And possibly also each time I manage to remember which teams are playing.


Save Yourself

The Point of Being an Artist

I was a daddy’s girl on every count.  He was my superhero in khaki pants, and I’ve saved every letter he ever wrote to me.  Every few years I pull them out of the shoebox they’re in and rediscover just how timeless his wisdom and humor were.

So I wanted to share these lines of a letter American novelist Sherwood Anderson wrote to his son because they reminded me of something my dad would have said.  At the time of this letter, Anderson’s 18 year-old son was studying art in Paris:

“The object of art is not to make salable pictures. It is to save yourself. [...]  The thing of course, is to make yourself alive. Most people remain all of their lives in a stupor. [...] The point of being an artist is that you may live.”  (See the full letter here!)

I totally believe that art is somehow at the center  of everything, but then again, I got a liberal arts education from a party school.  Don’t let this lead you to the mistaken assumption that I wear hemp jewelry.


Let’s Take the Stairs

Empire State Building Construction

Just thinking about this makes me a little nauseous.  Next week is the 37th Annual Empire State Building Run-Up event.  Around 500 runners will race up 86 flights (1,576 stairs), take a lap around the observation deck, and then collapse at the feet of the nearest elevator operator (or that would be me anyway).  The fastest runners do it in 10 minutes.  They are obviously aliens (Kelly Ripa ran it last year, and it’s a well-known fact that she’s an alien).

Most of the runners are professional staircase or tower runners (that’s an actual thing), but there are about 200 “normal” folks who do it for charity.  And because they are missing the part of their brains that should tell them this is crazy.

Photos from previous run-up events …AFTER THE JUMP!



I’m going to go ahead and call it – this is going to make my list of favorite videos of 2014.

It’s like this: 7 dudes in the Mexican jungle are hunting the perfect waterfall.  When I tell you that the POV shots of them kayaking through rough waters and being launched over waterfalls is breathtaking, I mean just that.  You will stop breathing.  This is so sumptuously filmed that you’ll imagine you feel the jungle mist on your face.

I give you this week’s Moment of Zen – Cascada.  Makes me want to get out from behind this desk!

(I recommend viewing in full screen here.)

Favorite line – “Athletes, artists – the line between the two is gone now.”


A Prayer to What is Empty

Vermeer Quote

I’m really digging this verse from the poem “Vermeer” right now.   2014 is all about blank slates and being open for me, so I love the idea of a “prayer to what is empty” – because what is empty can be made full again, right?  Speaking of empty, lunch time.

What’s currently inspiring you?

(Photo Source: US National Archives)


From Behind

Fifty Shades of Grey Poster

Ho-lee shit.

I have my issues with the Fifty Shades of Grey series – not least of all how badly it’s written (think See Dick Run but Dick’s into S&M).

That said, I will totally see this movie because ball gags bring out the romantic in me.  I would, however, be willing to bet the bank right now that this promo poster of actor Jamie Dornan from behind may very well be the highlight.

How do you feel about the books?  Will you see the movie?


The Wrong Direction

I will probably be hunted by a vengeful mob of tweenagers for this one, but this YouTube video of One Direction Without Autotune is so so so so funny.  Maybe it’s something you can only appreciate if you’re over 30 – like yoga pants and fiber – but I’m fine with that.

I made the mistake of watching this inconspicuously during a work meeting – I started laughing into my armpit at 1:06, shoved my fist in my mouth at 2:12, and finally exploded in laughter at 3:13.

(Full Disclaimer: I think the real One Direction song is pretty catchy – just like the aggregate STDs of all boy bands.)