I was so excited. I have managed all the emails from one day, went to town, came home and Ray had filled my inbox. It’s a good problem to have. So now I’m sitting down at the computer and sharing the emails with you in the form of a blog post. I actually have plenty for two posts so that’s what I’m going to do…put two posts together. The first thing is something many of us have been waiting for. All the time in the comments, readers ask how Ray got to be a quilter. Ray was sweet and took the time to put something together to share with us. Ray writes: “I occasionally see in the blog comments questions about...
This article originally appeared in the September 1999 issue of SPIN. “You must be high.” We heard that a lot during the time we spent preparing this issue. Which is understandable. Pronouncing the 90 greatest albums of the ’90s is a somewhat presumptuous thing to do. When you’re measuring the music this decade is offering to history—the sounds we partied with, copulated to, fought about, and wept over—everyone has an opinion. That ours should be more valid than yours is debatable. But hey—it’s our magazine. What, then, you ask, constitutes “greatest”? Don’t even start. Suffice it to say that, after much heated discussion and countless veiled insults, it came down to the factors of both remarkable artistry and cultural shock value....
Welcome to a monthly Fly on the Wall group post. Today 3 bloggers are inviting you to catch a glimpse of what you’d see if you were a fly on the wall in our homes. Come on in and buzz around my house. At the end of my post you’ll find links to this month’s other participants’ posts.Sometimes I get a bit absentminded, I blame it on stress. Then sometimes there's just no excuse. I don't celebrate Christmas, so I'm not as tuned in to it as most people are. I do make a big turkey dinner Christmas day, but only because we're here. And by here I mean in the (flat and boring) Midwest. Back home I'd be happily on...
You think of an average office job which is way more boring and not even close to as entertaining as the one we’ve seen at the Dunder Mifflin office, and you wonder… What would your dream job be like? Let me get this one for you. Sommelier? Travel photographer? Private investigator? Video game tester? Each has their own vision of what that job would be like, but most definitely, everyone has one. So let me just tell you that this viral thread on AskReddit may ruin it all. Maybe even in a good way. You see, someone asked “What is an overly romanticized job?” and the people who dedicated their lives to such romantic careers spill all the tea. The responses may...
At a small birthday dinner recently, three people asked me where I got my black velvet blazer. It was vintage Versace, but that’s not what made it extra-special. “It was my mom’s,” I answered proudly. When it came to a compliment on something unique I was wearing, this was almost always my reply. As a little girl, I played dress-up in my mother’s closets endlessly. She had two—one in her room filled with older things, storage boxes and furs, and another outside to hold everything else. Snooping through her wardrobe elicited the thrill of doing something dangerously prohibited, slipping on delicate items I shouldn’t be touching as if I were sneaking around inside a fashion museum. At 41, I’m still...
