Eating and packing. Eating and packing. — Made with Days

1:58pm – Took an unexpected four hour lunch with my former boss and current lovely friend at Café Iberico. – Near North

6:48pm – Irazu dinner date for my best friend’s best friend.

6:48pm – It’s hard being friends with such beautiful women.

10:22pm – Making myself recycle this, but memourializing it here first. Packing is the worst and I am so bad at it. – Lincoln Square

10:48pm – Once upon a time, I wrote a paper during study abroad about how casually racist Danes are. “Good understanding of the Danish community.” Oof. – Lincoln Square

10:48pm – Another example of my clever college paper naming convention. – Lincoln Square

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continuants:

meterandrhyme:

I NEED ALL THESE

I can’t.

(Source: puff-to-tuff, via ryanhatesthis)

D’usse is my shit if I do say so myself. — Made with Days

10:31am – I woke up with a fever and feeling like I got hit by a truck. Arriving to work to find that my officemate brought in my favorite flower from her garden for me today was a lovely distraction from my aches. – Fulton River District

9:00pm – Insert Single Ladies reference here. – Museum Campus

9:25pm – Loved the video on this tour. It’s literally rude how sexy Beyoncé is. – Museum Campus

9:54pm – Post up. – Museum Campus

10:32pm – Babe alert. – Museum Campus

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Indulgence. — Made with Days

3:46pm – Underground Buttermilk Bento Box delivery was as cute and delicious as expected. – Fulton River District

3:50pm – So many things that we had to google to find out what they are. All of them deluxe. – Fulton River District

4:09pm – SHUT UP ABOUT COFFEE JELLY. Beyond delicious. – Fulton River District

8:27pm – Pan roasted duck and poached eggs on a bed of grilled onions & arugula: aka operation eating everything in my fridge before I move. – Lincoln Square

8:27pm – Perfectly medium rare, on the first try. Beyond. – Lincoln Square

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I think I know what being a new parent feels like: forever tired, forever questioning your decisions, and not really knowing what’s going on but having good intentions. — Made with Days

1:12am – I started these training notes that pretend to that it’s possible to help the person who will be taking my job by condensing my brain into a casual manual at about 8pm. It’s now 1:15. The handwriting regression is entertaining at least. – Lincoln Square

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austinkleon:

Paul McCartney and John Lennon writing “I Saw Her Standing There,” 1962

I looked this photo up after reading about it in Joshua Shenk’s Powers of Two: Finding the Essence of Innovation in Creative Pairs:


  One late November afternoon in 1962, John Lennon and Paul McCartney got together to write at Paul’s house at 20 Forthlin Road in Liverpool. Their ritual was to come around in the afternoon, just the two of them, when Paul’s dad was at work. They would go to the small front room overlooking Jim McCartney’s patch of garden and sit opposite each other. “Like mirrors,” Paul said.
  
  John sat on a chair pulled in from the dining room. He had his Jumbo Gibson acoustic-electric with a sunburst finish. Paul sat on a little table in front of the telly with his foot on the hearth of the coal fireplace. He played a Spanish-style guitar with nylon strings, strung in reverse for a lefty. In a photography shot by Paul’s brother, Michael, they’re both looking down at a notebook on the floor, filled with lyrics…
  
  …Years later, Paul told his brother that he loved his photo of the “I Saw Her Standing There” writing session because it captured how it really was—”the Rodgers and Hammerstein of pop at work.” Writing “eyeball to eyeball,” as John said, they weren’t just frontmen for a rock group; they were composers working in concert.


There’s a Lennon/McCartney excerpt of the book over at the Atlantic.

Photo credit: Mike McCartney, image via britishbeatlemania

Filed under: The Beatles

austinkleon:

Paul McCartney and John Lennon writing “I Saw Her Standing There,” 1962

I looked this photo up after reading about it in Joshua Shenk’s Powers of Two: Finding the Essence of Innovation in Creative Pairs:

One late November afternoon in 1962, John Lennon and Paul McCartney got together to write at Paul’s house at 20 Forthlin Road in Liverpool. Their ritual was to come around in the afternoon, just the two of them, when Paul’s dad was at work. They would go to the small front room overlooking Jim McCartney’s patch of garden and sit opposite each other. “Like mirrors,” Paul said.

John sat on a chair pulled in from the dining room. He had his Jumbo Gibson acoustic-electric with a sunburst finish. Paul sat on a little table in front of the telly with his foot on the hearth of the coal fireplace. He played a Spanish-style guitar with nylon strings, strung in reverse for a lefty. In a photography shot by Paul’s brother, Michael, they’re both looking down at a notebook on the floor, filled with lyrics…

…Years later, Paul told his brother that he loved his photo of the “I Saw Her Standing There” writing session because it captured how it really was—”the Rodgers and Hammerstein of pop at work.” Writing “eyeball to eyeball,” as John said, they weren’t just frontmen for a rock group; they were composers working in concert.

There’s a Lennon/McCartney excerpt of the book over at the Atlantic.

Photo credit: Mike McCartney, image via britishbeatlemania

Filed under: The Beatles

(Source: lovewestbrooks, via proof)

Trash into treasure, French fresh food style.

Dear Instagram,
I’m not sure how you knew that I am exactly the type of broad to appreciate a filtered still from Legends of the Fall paired with a hood caption, but your advised follow page is super on point.
What it do, Tristan? WHAT IT DO, TRISTAN?
I die.
Yours truly,
@jessicacohn3x5 (who is still mad some enemy me stole my regular user name to use on a private account where I can’t even aggro creep on her life whenever I get mad abt having to add 3x5 to my username)

Dear Instagram,

I’m not sure how you knew that I am exactly the type of broad to appreciate a filtered still from Legends of the Fall paired with a hood caption, but your advised follow page is super on point.

What it do, Tristan?
WHAT IT DO, TRISTAN?

I die.

Yours truly,

@jessicacohn3x5 (who is still mad some enemy me stole my regular user name to use on a private account where I can’t even aggro creep on her life whenever I get mad abt having to add 3x5 to my username)

Today’s lady mag readOTD: where a girl takes my logic of why I choose to use airBNB when I travel (building a genuine rad global community / getting legit the best insider tips / actually living like a local) and brings it to the next level: romance.

Which for the record, was totally what my intentions were with downloading that stupid Tinder app before I left the country in the first place, except I didn’t bother to activate it until I was already there but couldn’t because in order to verify your identity, it sends you a text message to confirm you aren’t a perverted robot and well, AT&T wasn’t giving me a single moment of cell service in South America. World Cup Tinder FAIL.

In any event, I enjoyed this little read on my commute today enough to scan it in for the great world wide web since it oddly isn’t on MarieClaire.com yet.

PS When I told the author that I dug her piece, she sent me a link to a follow up in a competing lady mag: here on ELLE.com.

Why is the struggle of global romance so real? DAMN.

Got a whatsapp out of the blue from an Argentine I was talking to down in BA last month.

He speaks Portuguese, Spanish, and English, is pretty adorable, and literally makes a living working with precious metals and stones. And for whatever reason today when he changed his cell number, he wanted to make sure we were still in contact after weeks of not being in touch.

Excuse me while I go invent a little international rom com film storyline up in my dreams right quick because umm: CUTE.

Got a whatsapp out of the blue from an Argentine I was talking to down in BA last month.

He speaks Portuguese, Spanish, and English, is pretty adorable, and literally makes a living working with precious metals and stones. And for whatever reason today when he changed his cell number, he wanted to make sure we were still in contact after weeks of not being in touch.

Excuse me while I go invent a little international rom com film storyline up in my dreams right quick because umm: CUTE.

Just so it’s clear: I grew up a baseball girl. — Made with Days

7:00pm – This damn town. – Park Boulevard

7:30pm – Tickets were seven bucks and you could win a seat upgrade by binge eating more Oreos than the guy next to you in a contest. America the beautiful. – Wentworth Gardens

7:34pm – Brotherly love. – Wentworth Gardens

7:35pm – Moment 4 

9:30pm – Wentworth Gardens

9:31pm – JCohn squared. – Wentworth Gardens

9:59pm – A family affair.

10:00pm – Raise up: Sox win. – Park Boulevard

10:02pm – So these are the people that made me. – Wentworth Gardens

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nevver:

DILF

I mean yes but no but yes.

nevver:

DILF

I mean yes but no but yes.

wild-swedish-rose:

Sometimes my friends make me feel like we’re a whimsical version of Project Mayhem.

So glad that E’s commentary on one of my filler ads last week has given me a perfect line for my goodbye email to the office.
I am so touched, girl.

wild-swedish-rose:

Sometimes my friends make me feel like we’re a whimsical version of Project Mayhem.

So glad that E’s commentary on one of my filler ads last week has given me a perfect line for my goodbye email to the office.

I am so touched, girl.

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