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Links I’ve been hoarding for you

Links I’ve been hoarding for you

Every now and again when I find a link I want to share with you all I open up a new browser window and start collecting tabs.

And every now and again I completely forget that I’ve been collecting tabs and wind up with eight different windows and 112 links I’ve been hoarding since March.

Thus, today’s list of things you might be vaguely interested in.

Blog Things

If you’ve been looking for a few new things to read, here’s a list of 10+ blogs you might like from Erin at Design for Mankind.

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The parable of the stolen bike

The parable of the stolen bike

Jenny and I decided to bike down to the fireworks on the 4th of July instead of driving or walking.

This was a great idea.

Aside from being more efficient, it was about a hundred times more enjoyable. It was already an ideal summer night, complete with BBQ and fireflies and the perfect temperature of warm-but-not-hot, and there was something so freeing about getting to bike back home after the fireworks while everyone else in the world sat in traffic and waited a sweet forever to move four inches. It was the opposite of that: a quiet ride next to … Continue reading

Independence Day

Independence Day

I’m the slowest learner ever. Ever.

Because literally—down to the same exact Friends references!I just started writing the 2017 variation of this post I wrote three and a half years ago.

In it, my younger self concluded:

I desire to live a big, adventurous, meaningful life and capture all of it’s beauty in words and pictures. Not for a magazine or a corporation. Not on the side while I pursue “real jobs.” But to live life full-time and write it all down in the hope of encouraging someone else along the way. My dream is now, and

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Thoughts from a quiet morning

Thoughts from a quiet morning

My roommates are gone. This has only happened one other time, when I am here and both of them are away, and last time it was a highly anticipated event. Not because I don’t like them and spend my days secretly hoping they’ll leave, but because I spent a long, long time living by myself and I thought I would enjoy the temporary return to solitude.

I for sure did not.

It took me two days to adjust to the silence. By the third and final day, I had gotten back into the swing of solo things, but even then, … Continue reading

Pomegranate Popsicles

Pomegranate Popsicles

Blogging rule #1: Never make a proclamation.

So here we are, three weeks later, and the proverbial chicken is accumulating more and more mold in my proverbial Crock-pot. Suffice it to say that the past few weeks have required less talking in the early morning hours and more listening, all while quietly hoping that the future might not be terrible, despite some appearances to the contrary.

I started listening to a new episode of The Moth on the way to work one morning after writing some thoughts down and thinking about the potentially terrible future. And I was … Continue reading

The Crock-Pot Writing Method

The Crock-Pot Writing Method

You can choose to set on a path of writing, but you become a writer by doing it daily–even when it’s hard, even when it’s crap, even when nobody is listening.

My friend Jess wrote that the other day. Jess, who sent me a message via the contact form on my blog almost four years ago and said, “I’m 21 years old and I am an English Literature Major at New Mexico State University, and I want so badly to write. I really just don’t know where to start.”

Fast forward four years and Jess is one of those super … Continue reading

Climb Every Mountain (Barefoot)

Climb Every Mountain (Barefoot)

In the spirit of knowing instead of wondering, I climbed some cliffs barefoot on my birthday.

Which makes it sound so much more adventurous than it actually was… I’m just not really sure what to call this particular rock formation, and few things sound quite as lackluster as, “I climbed a small rock formation barefoot on my birthday.”

So, cliffs it is.

We came up to them from a wooden walkway that led up to a waterfall. (I’m realizing as I’m writing this that my outdoor enthusiast vernacular really leaves something to be desired. Thus, the “wooden walkway” that … Continue reading

Freedom hair, the dentist, and turning 31

Freedom hair, the dentist, and turning 31

I chopped a bunch of my hair off last Saturday.

I had been thinking about it for a little bit. Maybe a week or two. And when I remembered that there’s a Paul Mitchell School near my parents house where you can get your hair cut by a student for $12, I was pretty much sold on the whole deal.

There was a point fairly early on in the process when I recalled the now infamous red hair decision and the 24-hour food coloring regimen that followed and felt a rising panic that maybe I was doing the same thing … Continue reading