Web Time Wasters


How was your week, guys? I saw this fantastic dance performance, workedworkedwroteworked, brunched with some of my favorite ladies, and attended a lip-sync contest/birthday party.  So much fun!Links for you!

I love this. Uber Cab Confessions.

Doing this job, I learned quickly that there’s an unspoken contract between driver and passenger, and it has two primary clauses. First: I promise to get you safely and comfortably from Point A to Point B. Second, and just as important: I vow to look the other way while you, say, make out in the backseat (that happened) or refer a friend to your coke dealer (that, too). It’s an understanding, arrived at with no words: We’ll never see each other again, therefore you may act like an animal. The job can also be pretty lonely. Late one night, I stopped at a 7-Eleven for a cup of coffee, and I found myself all too happy to chat with a traffic cop who looked like Retta from Parks and Rec and who warned me not to put French-vanilla creamer in my coffee. “There’s something wrong with milk that doesn’t need to be refrigerated,” she said. “That fake milk will kill you.”
I can’t believe I just discovered Girl You Wish You Hadn’t Started A Conversation With At A Party. It is the best/worst.
I will be sending this birthday card.
Things to eat/cook/bake: baked falafel,
My dude jokingly calls me a bower bird because I’m always secret cleaning people’s houses and feathering any given next. This is what an actual bower bird nest looks like, so color me flattered.
I send thank-you cards to all my clients so I go through cards like whoa. I should buy a box of these.
Like any good hipster, I love Wes Anderson movies – so I loved this interview with his music supervisor.
I’ve got six years till I’m in my forties, but I still enjoyed this post.
There are no grown-ups. We suspect this when we are younger, but can confirm it only once we are the ones writing books and attending parent-teacher conferences. Everyone is winging it, some just do it more confidently.
•There are no soul mates. Not in the traditional sense, at least. In my 20s someone told me that each person has not one but 30 soul mates walking the earth. (“Yes,” said a colleague, when I informed him of this, “and I’m trying to sleep with all of them.”) In fact, “soul mate” isn’t a pre-existing condition. It’s an earned title. They’re made over time.
A twitter feed that celebrates ‘real problems, but not real actual problems.’
Yup. 10 painfully obvious truths that we regularly forget.Good lord, I wish this would have existed when I was in graduate school. (If you teach college or, well, attend college this could change your school life).

One of my goals for this year is to work on being more observant.
Cute! Illustrated travel guides! (You can see all Yes and Yes’s Mini Travel Guides – written by expats and locals here.)
These throw pillows are adorable.I love this Do One Thing Every Day That Scares You journal.

I loved this house tour and now I need to paint one of my walls cobalt blue.

I’m currently trying to figure out some sort of headboard situation (you can see my bedroom here) so I loved this roundup of ‘things behind the bed.’

The difference between pity and compassion.

A pretty mouse pad? Yes, it’s possible!


Rachelia G

The cab driver confessions was fascinating. I've never heard of Uber. It sounds interesting… but also terrifying since it seems to be less regulated than a cab? And the owner of the company sounds like a biiiiig douche. But it's an interesting business model.

I MUST make those baked falafels. I think they may have to wait until next week's grocery trip, since we just did them last night, but they look SO delicious (and the feta dip, divine!). MMM!

Rachel @ Musings of an Inappropriate Woman

Loved the article on things you learned in your 40s, even though I'm only two years into my 30s. From imposter syndrome, to soulmates, to avoiding narcissists, it's all full of yes. But do I really have to wear black when meeting with fashion people? It's not my colour!


Ha! I am totally a bowerbird as well. We must collect all the pretty things! By a strange twist of fate my Mum's surname is Bower, it's in my blood.


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