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One night President Obama and his wife Michelle decided to do...

Fri, 17 May 2013 19:30:07 -0400

One night President Obama and his wife Michelle decided to do something out of routine and go for a casual dinner at a restaurant that wasn’t too luxurious. When they were seated, the owner of the restaurant asked the President’s Secret Service if he could please speak to the First Lady in private. They obliged and Michelle had a conversation with the owner. Following this conversation President Obama asked Michelle, “Why was he so interested in talking to you?” She mentioned that in her teenage years, he had been madly in love with her. President Obama then said, “So if you had married him, you would now be the owner of this lovely restaurant,” to which Michelle responded, “No. If I had married him, he would now be the President.”

Always reblog.

It’s the end of spring, which means, time to break out the...

Fri, 17 May 2013 03:18:24 -0400

It’s the end of spring, which means, time to break out the BB Cream!

I am notoriously terrible at applying makeup in the summer. Buying a new foundation color to adapt to my tan is annoying. So enter BB Cream! Testing this cheap one by one of my favorite Asian brands this weekend. I also bought a high end Japanese BB Cream, but I might end up returning it…Feel so cheated when the beauty shop down the road had such cheap BB Creams! Kiss Me Heroine Make tester seemed to keep consistently yellow toned more than the expensive one I bought too…ugh, makeup. So unpredictable.

What is your go-to summer makeup staple?

yourfriendsav: Thanks for letting me be a little cry baby. Me...

Tue, 14 May 2013 12:55:35 -0400

yourfriendsav:

Thanks for letting me be a little cry baby.

Me last week.

nolafoodporn: Pan-seared foie gras with prime debris stuffed...

Thu, 09 May 2013 20:03:04 -0400

nolafoodporn:

Pan-seared foie gras with prime debris stuffed crispy chicken skin, peach bacon gastrique and a chive biscuit from The Rib Room

I know there’s a lot of controversy surrounding foie gras, but it is seriously up there with Uni on my favorite luxury foods.

I gave up on today. Going to stuff my face with carbs and ice cream.

Wed, 08 May 2013 22:51:28 -0400

I gave up on today. Going to stuff my face with carbs and ice cream.

Usually I dislike Lana Del Rey, but maybe I like this song...

Wed, 08 May 2013 21:09:31 -0400

Usually I dislike Lana Del Rey, but maybe I like this song because I can actually understand the words and there’s no dull whine compared to her other stuff.
I am so looking forward to The Great Gatsby. I think it’ll be like Marie Antoinette with the awesome, fun soundtrack.

Now I want to rewatch Marie Antoinette!

hellogiggles: NIA VARDALOS’ ‘INSTANT MOM’ by HelloGiggles...

Wed, 08 May 2013 12:58:51 -0400

hellogiggles:

NIA VARDALOS’ ‘INSTANT MOM’

by HelloGiggles Team

http://bit.ly/10b1DM7

I love love love this book. Highly recommended, funny, touching, and beautiful.

On Being a Hero

Tue, 07 May 2013 18:33:00 -0400

“For Berry and the others to be rescued, in other words, two things had to happen: she had to never forget who she was, and that who she was mattered; and Ramsey needed to not care who she might be at all—to think that all that mattered was that a woman was trapped behind a door that wouldn’t open, and to walk onto the porch.”

—Amy Davidson, The New Yorker ”What Charles Ramsey and Amanda Berry Knew”

The above quote is probably the most meaningful thing I’ve read about the crazy news in Cleveland on the three now-recovered missing persons. I watched some of Charles Ramsey’s interviews, and am astonished and impressed at his actions when he thought he might be interfering in a domestic violence situation. I say interfering, because that is how most people would think (and this point has been all over comment sections of other posts about Charles Ramsey).

Years ago, at a bus stop, I saw a latino man slap the woman with him. It was so sudden and shocking—they went along speaking as if nothing at all had happened—that to this day I ask myself if I really saw what I thought I saw because I didn’t want to believe it.

A few years after that, when I was in grad school, I saw a tiny asian girl crying and pleading with a skinny white guy who was sitting on one of the benches on campus. I didn’t know what was going on, but I couldn’t ignore it. The girl’s pleading didn’t sound like a bad break-up or a couple’s argument was happening. She kept motioning at a guy across the lawn to call the police, but that guy didn’t seem to know what was going on.

I walked right up to her and in a calm voice asked if she was ok. I put my arm around her shoulders like we were good friends. I lead her away gently but firmly toward the practice rooms, chatting with her the whole time. I didn’t have a good grasp of the campus yet, and I wasn’t a performance major so I didn’t know my way around the practice rooms. But I knew that there was sometimes a security person there.

I walked her over, when suddenly the guy showed up right behind us. She freaked and hid behind me. We were in the practice room waiting area, and there were a bunch of dorks on laptops. They just stared at the scene unfolding in front of them. I don’t remember their faces, but I bet later I met every single one of them. Not a single guy helped us. I ended up finding an emergency phone and calling the police.

I’m describing all of this, not because I want to be seen as a hero, but because this situation as well as the one I described before it, has become an integral part of me. I still feel guilt and anger about both situations.

I’m angry because the advice I had gotten from my boyfriend at the time was that I should never have interfered and risked my safety. I’m angry that not a single guy in the practice room offered to accompany us or even spoke up when we were being threatened. I feel guilty because it was so easy for me to help her, but I felt totally powerless when I saw the couple at the bus stop.

So I admire Charles Ramsey. He had even less reason than I did to help out, given the negative profiling that male minorities receive. But he did the right thing regardless and saved four lives. I hope that more people learn from his actions and take initiative when they receive a cry for help.

8 Arguments In Support Of Sweatshop Labor

Fri, 03 May 2013 13:40:59 -0400

8 Arguments In Support Of Sweatshop Labor:

In response to ’90s scandals through the Rana Plaza garment factory collapse, points made by leading economists and journalists including Paul Krugman and Nicholas Kristof at The New York Times .

Another look.

Sweatshops are sad. Not having sweatshops at all might be sadder.

But with things like micro-loans, education, and skills training (still waiting for my SoleRebel shoes, come on…so excited to get them but it’s taking forever), things will get better.

Sweatshops are the old-fashioned way to acquire wealth (and thus paying for education) in the poorest countries. But the system must be improved!

odditiesoflife: Glass Beach, Northern California From 1950 to...

Thu, 02 May 2013 17:38:16 -0400

odditiesoflife:

Glass Beach, Northern California

From 1950 to 1967, residents of Fort Bragg, California chose to dispose of their waste by hurling it off the cliffs above a beach. No object was too toxic or too large such as household appliances, automobiles, and all matter of trash were tossed into the crashing waves below, eventually earning it the name The Dumps. Then in 1967, city leaders closed and reclaimed the beach. Various cleanup programs were undertaken.

Over the next several decades, the pounding waves cleaned the beach by breaking down everything but glass turning the sand into a sparkling, multicolored bed of smooth glass stones. The California Department of Parks and Recreation purchased the land and incorporated it into MacKerricher State Park in 2002.

I want to visit!

possibilitygirl: megsokay: lizdexia: pricew: You guys I want...

Thu, 02 May 2013 01:12:43 -0400

possibilitygirl:

megsokay:

lizdexia:

pricew:

You guys I want to hang these on my walls to make me feel better about myself

Jeez guys why am I crying from reading these memes

STOP IT, self-help manatee. I actually just cried because of LAST MONTH.

I’m feeling pretty emotional

Ever since going to school in Miami, I love Manatees!

Not really problems: beauty

Tue, 30 Apr 2013 17:51:47 -0400

I am growing out my eyebrows, not that they really need growing out, and I was going to get them waxed or threaded, but now I’ve chickened out. Time to get a new tweezer, I guess? Does it even really matter?

I like a strong brow, they make the face so expressive, but something neat and manicured looks more elegant.

What are your thoughts on eyebrows?

Things I Love April Edition

Mon, 29 Apr 2013 20:28:06 -0400

1. Garden picked lemon and mint in water

2. Midori Traveler’s Notebook

3. Chronodex daily planner

4. NARs eyeshadow primer

5. The Avett Brothers

6. Bobbi Brown Face Blender Brush

7. Thai Massages

It’s been a lovely month, and I look forward to the summer. I spent a lot of the month being totally crazy and stressed, but then I had a massage and it was beautiful. Also, now I have a daily planner! It’s fantastic! I like gadgets as much as anyone, but paper and notebook is always the best.

Photo

Fri, 26 Apr 2013 01:00:42 -0400

ahrodriguez: rainydaysandblankets: fattributes: Spinach and...

Thu, 25 Apr 2013 14:39:23 -0400

ahrodriguez:

rainydaysandblankets:

fattributes:

Spinach and Artichoke Grilled Cheese Sandwich

i would openly weep if someone made this for me.

All that’s missing is sun-dried tomatoes!

how did you know i was craving this today… *weeps*

"After learning my flight was detained 4 hours, I heard the announcement: If anyone in the vicinity..."

Wed, 24 Apr 2013 12:39:47 -0400

“

After learning my flight was detained 4 hours,
I heard the announcement:
If anyone in the vicinity of gate 4-A understands any Arabic,
Please come to the gate immediately.

Well—one pauses these days. Gate 4-A was my own gate. I went there.
An older woman in full traditional Palestinian dress,
Just like my grandma wore, was crumpled to the floor, wailing loudly.
Help, said the flight service person. Talk to her. What is her
Problem? we told her the flight was going to be four hours late and she
Did this.

I put my arm around her and spoke to her haltingly.
Shu dow-a, shu- biduck habibti, stani stani schway, min fadlick,
Sho bit se-wee?

The minute she heard any words she knew—however poorly used—
She stopped crying.

She thought our flight had been canceled entirely.
She needed to be in El Paso for some major medical treatment the
Following day. I said no, no, we’re fine, you’ll get there, just late,

Who is picking you up? Let’s call him and tell him.
We called her son and I spoke with him in English.
I told him I would stay with his mother till we got on the plane and
Would ride next to her—Southwest.

She talked to him. Then we called her other sons just for the fun of it.

Then we called my dad and he and she spoke for a while in Arabic and
Found out of course they had ten shared friends.

Then I thought just for the heck of it why not call some Palestinian
Poets I know and let them chat with her. This all took up about 2 hours.

She was laughing a lot by then. Telling about her life. Answering
Questions.

She had pulled a sack of homemade mamool cookies—little powdered
Sugar crumbly mounds stuffed with dates and nuts—out of her bag—
And was offering them to all the women at the gate.

To my amazement, not a single woman declined one. It was like a
Sacrament. The traveler from Argentina, the traveler from California,
The lovely woman from Laredo—we were all covered with the same
Powdered sugar. And smiling. There are no better cookies.

And then the airline broke out the free beverages from huge coolers—
Non-alcoholic—and the two little girls for our flight, one African
American, one Mexican American—ran around serving us all apple juice
And lemonade and they were covered with powdered sugar too.

And I noticed my new best friend—by now we were holding hands—
Had a potted plant poking out of her bag, some medicinal thing,

With green furry leaves. Such an old country traveling tradition. Always
Carry a plant. Always stay rooted to somewhere.

And I looked around that gate of late and weary ones and thought,
This is the world I want to live in. The shared world.

Not a single person in this gate—once the crying of confusion stopped
—has seemed apprehensive about any other person.

They took the cookies. I wanted to hug all those other women too.
This can still happen anywhere.

Not everything is lost.

”

- Naomi Shihab Nye (b. 1952), “Wandering Around an Albuquerque Airport Terminal.” I think this poem may be making the rounds, this week, but that’s as it should be. (via oliviacirce)

Beautiful

everlane: The new Silk collar is a take on the traditional...

Tue, 23 Apr 2013 16:28:16 -0400

everlane:

The new Silk collar is a take on the traditional mandarin style. Next to the covered placket, it has a modern simplicity that can pair with anything.

How will you wear it?

omg omg omg i love this so much get yours and give me some rewards ^_^

Seriously when my year of buying clothes is over, ALL THE EVERLANE SILK SHIRTS are on my shopping list. https://www.everlane.com/n/mf6dlt

22 Celebrity Impressions singing Firework kristen chenoweth...

Fri, 19 Apr 2013 14:42:08 -0400

22 Celebrity Impressions singing Firework

kristen chenoweth impression. omg.

Prayers Answered! Uniqlo Collabs With Suno For Affordable Effortlessness

Fri, 19 Apr 2013 13:55:27 -0400

Prayers Answered! Uniqlo Collabs With Suno For Affordable Effortlessness:

As is the case with many creatives, we here at R29 are dreamers. Hobbies include letting our minds drift to happier places

yourfriendsav: My heart. Is beating. For humanity. Do not judge...

Fri, 19 Apr 2013 11:57:30 -0400

yourfriendsav:

My heart. Is beating. For humanity.

Do not judge based on fear. Do not judge based on anger. Do not judge based on color. Or race. Or country. It’s not fair as we are ALL human. We are ALL the same.

Boston, worldwide.

ahhhhhh