The first track on this mix is from some cute boys that rehearsed in my art school’s painting studio. They wrote this song about being called away to other places but always going back to North Carolina. By no means is that me, I just envy their connection to a home. North Carolina has humidity and mosquitoes. One day I’ll tell you a million wonderful things about NC but in the end there’s always humidity and mosquitoes (and currently Pat McCrory, fuck him).
Next week I’ll have a mix with all of my favorites of 2016 but this week calls for some EASYPEASY.
My husband’s old boss was a big Prince fan so I made a little mix for his birthday. I stayed away from the obvious hits like Raspberry Beret and Kiss. The mix was playful, a little Head here, some Darling Nikki there, I felt pretty good about it and his boss seemed to love it. He was eager to share his own mix and I was flattered because nothing’s hotter than swapping Prince with your husband’s boss. Continue reading
Rad American Women A-Z is a carefully crafted collaboration (how much would Johnnie Cochran love that alliteration?) between Bay Area educators Kate Schatz and Miriam Stahl. This book is an all-inclusive index of women that look like the face of America and raises the bar on representation.
HEY PUBLISHERS!!!! WE WANT MORE BOOKS THAT LOOK LIKE THIS!!!! Continue reading
Saffron Colonial serves English and Colonial breakfasts.
That means a real Full English and they do it right with mushrooms, beans, tomatoes and all. I couldn’t wait to try my favorite Colonial breakfast staples like Sour Rabbit and Potato Dumplings with Cold Grapefruit Soup. Or a big hearty bowl of mush and molasses.
That’s what Colonial means right? Like how the places in New England use it?
That’s what the owner, Sally Krantz, told the Oregonian, “A lot of people are confused. Colonial is used on a lot of things: to describe a period of time with food, architecture and literature…It seems like some people have confused that word with American slavery.” Continue reading
I follow fashion week coverage from New York to Paris. The girls and I scour YouTube for runway highlights and have lived for Valentino couture since they were toddlers. The new Gucci under Alessandro Michele makes me want to leave this life for one that requires a finer appreciation (and representation) of textures and all things bright and shiny. Continue reading
I noticed a meme the other day that said, “Cheat on your phone with a book.”
It was black on white text, no life-changing fonts or anything.
Just a simple idea that was already rolling around in my head.
I grew up without cell phones and outgrew video games before Nintendo went Super. Continue reading
Saturday mornings are my time to wake up early and write in the bathroom.
The laptop sits on a barstool in front of the toilet.
Eight cups of coffee, slam.
I wash my hands after a watery shit, turn the fan to high, close the toilet lid and open my browser to find #freekesha all over the place. Continue reading
Funmilayo Ransome-Kuti (1900-1978) was an educator and an advocate for women’s rights and Nigerian independence. She was raised with a colonial education that was furthered in England before returning to her home of Abeokuta, Nigeria to become a teacher. Early on, Funmilayo was a powerful advocate for the Nigerian woman’s right to vote and would soon become one of the most prominent revolutionary leaders of her generation. Continue reading