tiny books

I haven’t used my proper camera in forever because I am well and truly addicted to Instagram.

My love for this free iPhone app is like a perfect little glowing ball of warm fuzzy.

So when I discovered Prinstagram and the printed products they create from Instagram photos, I knew a purchase was pending.

Of course I wanted the tiny books.  TINY!  BOOKS!  But you need to have 72 photos to get 3 tiny books with no repeated images and I had only just installed the app on my phone that week.

Truth be told, the whole reason I installed the app was because my own company was launching a new  photobook from Instagram photos.  I was being a good employee and checking out the product.  But our books were simply not as tiny.  And that is where my priorities lay.

Then one day, a few weeks later, I had my 72 photos.  And that is the day I gave Prinstagram my $10 to give me my tiny books.

They took ages to get here.  They had to walk here all the way from Taiwan apparently.

But get here they did and boy.  Are they.  TINY.  !!!

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And also?  Also!  They are magnetic.  So you can take your wondering about what the heck I’m going to do with ridiculously small books filled with faux vintage camera phone pictures, write them down on a slip of paper, and I will magnetify that note to the nearest steel or iron surface with my tiny book.

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I did one thing that scares me

Last week, I signed myself up for the Alt Design Summit, a conference for design and lifestyle bloggers.

I have a lot of feelings about this.  Generally feelings that involve swear words.  And while I’m ok having a little f-bomb here and there, the quality and quantity of verbiage burbling in my head is more than I feel comfortable posting.

So use your imagination.

What the shiznip was I thinking?  I’m not a snarfing lifestyle blogger. And I’m sure as shiitake not a design blogger.  The registration is not refundable!  All of the strangers!  And the mingling!  Meeting people and trying to tell them that I have a blog!  Bocce balls!

etc etc etc

It was a glittering hailstorm of self doubt that escalated in a week of not blogging at all.  What’s the best way to fulfill one’s self fulfilling prophecy of having a shitty blog?  Don’t blog at all!

So, it’s Monday again now and I am still terrified of what I’ve done.  But I’m going to cache in on a current über cliche and just try to keep calm and carry on.

It’s not until January 18th.  That’s ages away.  No point getting all hepped up about it now.

And fear of what other people will think of me is unacceptable reason to stop doing something I want to do.  It’s ok to be afraid.  It’s not ok to let that feeling bully me.

My anxiety about this is forcing me to realize something:  writing this little blog is important to me.  I feel very insecure about it and am therefore loathe to admit it, but I really want to make it work.  I don’t know what making it work means yet, but I know I haven’t done it.  The desire to achieve that making-it-workness was actually the driving force behind signing up for Alt Summit.  I’m hopeful that it will be inspiring and educational.

That hope got seriously overwhelmed by bad attitude.  And just like after a miserable failure with my diet, after a week off from blogging, I feel the allure of just giving up.

The bossy annoying half of my head is all “You can’t give up!  You JUST admitted that this is important to you!”
So the creative writer side says “Oh, yeah, bossypants?  What’s tomorrow’s awesome post going to be about then, you snatch hatcher?  Maybe you should write it!”
Fisticuffs ensue.

I can’t even tell you about how that fight turns out because it is still tumbling around, in and out, through plate glass windows.  Just like Mark Darcy and Daniel Cleaver.  Except with fewer British accents.

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you feel like somebody’s watching you?

I was reading a blog last week that brought up an issue that i’ve seen a cart load of times on various healthy living and weight loss blogs:  “I worry about working out because I’m afraid of other people seeing me.”

This particular blog was addressing an US Weekly article that Runner’s World Magazine posted on Facebook about a chubby KFed going for a run.  The article touched a sore point for a lot of people, who are afraid of being judged and ridiculed if they step foot outside to exercise.  If US Weekly can make fun of Kevin Federline, then probably everyone else is making fun of you, too, right?

In response to the article and the resulting flack that RW got for posting it, Ben basically says that the fear that other people are judging you is “nearly 100% in your head.”

I just had to say that I really disagree.

Maybe I am on the supreme court of judgmentalism, but I always notice people, including those people working out.  My eyeballs are open.  And I know what overweight looks like.  Or what morbidly obese looks like.  Which is not to say that I can calculate your BMI just by looking.  I’m not the Rainman of fatness here.  But given the miracle of sight, I do see people working out and I notice if they’re overweight.

I notice people’s clothing.  Their hair.  Their makeup.  If they can walk in their high heel shoes.  And to some degree, these things say something.  Like you have a corporate job.  You like wearing all black.  You spend time getting your hair done.  Maybe I will guess that you are a tourist from Belarus.

I make observations in the gym and out running, as well.
If you’re in my line of vision and you’re chubby, I will notice.
But the same goes if you’ve got an incredible body.
And if you’re exceptionally, boringly normal, I will probably see you, too.  But you might not spark enough cogitation in my brain mechanism to warrant a fully formed thought.
Instead, I will have a fleeting notice of the guy with the really big arms and I will make the assumption that he probably works out a lot.
The really thin girl who is frantically pedaling away on the elliptical?  I will notice her and I’ll wonder about her.
The chick on the treadmill next to me in the terry track suit walking at 1.5 mph (for reals) pace while she farts around on her phone at 6 am…  I am definitely wondering about her, too.
If I saw a guy like Kevin Federline running around my lake, I would think in my head that he was fat and I’d wonder why he chose to run without a shirt.  But I tend to wonder the same thing about fitter guys, too.  Are they just really warm?  Do they think they look awesome?  Are they actually trying to show off their bodies in a kinda douchey way?  Or do they just like the way it feels?

I don’t think I’m special.  I think I’m pretty normal really.  And that means that most likely, people other than me are looking at you when you exercise.  You’re not invisible.  Surprise!

And people are going to notice if you’re overweight.  Which doesn’t mean that they’re thinking that you’re gross or that you don’t belong or that you suck.  But for most of us, our overweightness is not a secret.  It’s not like I’ve squirreled away an extra 50 pounds that I’ve discreetly hidden away in one foot.  You can see it, no matter what I’m wearing or what I’m doing.  It’s not a judgement.  It’s an observation.

If you are new to working out and you’re feeling nervous about all the *other people,* I do have some actual recommendations other than the above pontificated “get over it.”

Wear clothes.  KFed chose to go out without a shirt.  He knows he’s chubby.  He’ knows that there are paparazzi.  Obviously, he’s not worried about people seeing the fatness.  If you are, put a shirt on.

Get a good sports bra.  If your gazongas are bouncing around with wild abandon, people ARE going to notice.  I love the Moving Comfort Fiona bra.  Skinnie Emmie loves Enell.  There are tons of options.  Just get one that says it’s appropriate for the type of activity for your cup size.

Similarly, wear clothes that fit.  I don’t think it really matters if you were loose things or clingy things, although I’d recommend experimenting to see what you like if you are new to this.  But it’s really important for your workout clothes to fit well.  I know from personal, unfortunate experience that a too small top is going to ride up, exposing your tummy – be it perfectly flat and rippled or blobby and bulgy.  If you’re oozing out of your clothes in ways that the clothing was not designed for, other people are probably going to notice this, and not in a nice way.  If your clothes are specifically designed to expose oozing flesh, then by all means.

I was always worried that people were going to see me stop running and slowing to a walk and that they’d *know* that I was out of shape and couldn’t keep running.  Which was true, I was out of shape and I had to stop.  Looking back, I’d say that there are two things that would have helped here:  1)  using the couch to 5k program (which I did use and complete at a later time).  Having something else that is specifically telling you “it’s time to stop” is helpful.  You’re not wussing out.  You’re following instructions.  Don’t feel bad.  2)  slow down and pace yourself.  There’s a difference between having to walk because you’re completely out of breath after going too fast and walking in between intervals of running as you build up endurance.

Do it with a friend.  Having a pal makes everyone feel less self conscious.

Take off the Five Fingers.  Seriously.  They look weird.  They’re all gonna laugh at you and maybe throw tampons in the shower.

Ask for help.  If your gym doesn’t automatically give you a proper tour when you sign up, ask for one.  It helps to know where stuff is and how to use it.  And if you want to do the workout that you saw in last month’s Shape magazine, but you don’t where the stuff is that you need, just ask.  Those beautiful people at the front desk who joke around with all the regulars?  They can be totally helpful and in my experience, I’ve never sniffed an iota of judgement from one of them ever.

And finally, even if you are out there, jogging way too fast, with your boobs flying, your tummy flopping, all by yourself… what’s more important?  That you’re out there getting one step closer to being better, fitter faster?  Or that people are looking at you?

 

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who’s cuter?

I was a little late getting on the Ryan Gosling train.

When The Notebook came out, I was all about the Rachel McAdams train.  I lurved her.  I mean really.  Is there truly a question about who’s cuter?  Look at her!

Rachel McAdams and Ryan Gosling

All that vintage-y dress and hair style business just makes my heart go pitter pat.  Scruffy tall dude?  Shrug.

I saw Lars and the Real Girl.  And his relationship with a blow-up doll didn’t exactly make me swoon.

Then, I didn’t really love the character he played in Blue Valentine, even though I found the movie really heart wrenching.

But then I did see that video about Ryan Gosling stopping a fight in the street in NYC.  And that was pretty endearing.

And I heard about how he was the impetus for getting that very cool, unknown song “You and Me” into Blue Valentine.  That song is right up there with vintage-y dresses and hair-dos.

And then.  I saw him in Drive and Crazy Stupid Love this year.  Loved both of them, in different ways, and was schooled on his paradoxical juxtaposition of adorable cuteness and hubba hubba hotness.  So, consider me well and truly on board the train.

Which brings me to today’s point:

Is Ryan Gosling cuter than a puppy?

I have to admit, I think that yes, Ryan Gosling IS cuter than a puppy.

I’m glad that’s settled then.

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time to go jump on a trampoline

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it’s true! i AM culture curious!

Don’t you love how all those internet quizzes will invariably tell you about how fantastic you are?  Whether it’s which Disney princess you are or how gay you are, the resulting personality assessment is some variation on “You are a prize peacock.  Please come sit over here by me and let me bask in your fancy.”

So no matter what they say, really, you end up feeling like that quiz was totally true and uncanny in just how well it understood you.  Because flattery will get you everywhere.  And if you flatter me, I’m going to tell you just how sensitive and insightful you are.

In my opinion, this visual DNA quiz from The New York times totally captured my quirky essence.  In fact, this is telling me that I’m even more awesome than I thought I was.  What does it say about you?

I am Culture Curious!

“You embrace all forms of culture and love new ideas that push boundaries and explore new avenues of thinking. You like to dress so that your personality shines through and enjoy sharing your unusual perspectives on life. You are thoughtful and original in your outlook. You like to be made to think and often seek out ways to expand your horizons.

You’re sophisticated and inquisitive with a real passion for art and culture. You pride yourself on being an early adopter of the latest music and films and always like to have a good book on the go. Your ability to bring together very diverse and even dissenting opinions is rooted in your appreciation for all points of view. You believe in immersing yourself in interesting experiences that make you look at people, places and opportunities from new angles. Being sensitive and creative you want to feel connected to the world around you and actively seek out opportunities to explore it. It’s all about broadening your horizons and living life to the full. Anything else would not fulfill your curious nature. You’ll love the list of The Best 1,000 Movies Ever Made, the Critics’ Picks and Arts Beat.”

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little facts

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Another week of Little Facts, brought to you by Rebecca with an R and the mental stylings of Maggie, this time circa 1988.

Once upon a time I could:

1.  Walk on stilts.

2.  Skin a deer.

3.  Recite Edgar Allen Poe’s The Raven in its entirety.

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soup for you

I was just talking about the slave-like dependency I have on recipes in my kitchen.  Tell me what to do!  I need instruction and structure!

Except when it comes to one thing…  soup.  In the realm of soups, I’m the daddy.

This kale and sausage soup takes a bit of a trick I learned from Mark Bittman:  using meat as a seasoning.  So rather than using slices of precooked sausage, I used loose sausage meat.  That way you get little meaty bits thoroughly mixed through the soup, giving a lot of flavor.

To do it:
-saute up the sausage meat (I used 3/4 lb mild italian) with a bit of olive oil over medium high heat.  stir it well to get it nice and crumbly and let brown a bit.
-remove the meat with a slotted spoon and then dump in a finely diced onion and 2 or 3 cloves of crushed garlic.
-after the onions are soft, throw the meat back in and then add a bit of white wine and scrape up any fond from the bottom of your pot.
-add a carton of chicken broth.
-throw in your kale – destemmed and cut or ripped into small bits.  Nobody wants long dangly bits of kale hanging off their spoons and flapping about on their chins.  Good prep work is important if you’re a uptight little weasel like me.
-add other stuff.  I included a can of cannelini beans, about a half cup (cooked) of forbidden rice, one grated zucchini, and an eighth of a head of cabbage thinly sliced. because of the amount of veg, we needed more broth to keep it soupy.
-salt.  pepper.  red pepper flakes.

Conjure up some nice chilliness and get cozy.

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