Binge Gardening

centaurismymentaur: amandavackrinos: ohsara: brain-food: Park...

Wed, 04 Apr 2012 14:45:20 -0700

amandavackrinos:

ohsara:

brain-food:

Parks and Recreation Mugs

WANT

Oh god. I feel like I am legally entitled to buy that “TREAT YO SELF” mug.

i walked into a meeting the other day and the president of our company was drinking out of a treat yo self mug.

Yeah, MINE. wtf.

drinkyourjuice: Gloria Steinem [x]

Mon, 02 Apr 2012 10:01:50 -0700

drinkyourjuice:

Gloria Steinem [x]

centaurismymentaur: implodesoncontact: Friday work brunch at...

Fri, 16 Mar 2012 12:38:50 -0700

centaurismymentaur:

implodesoncontact:

Friday work brunch at Toulouse Petit.

Today is grand.

It’s true, I was there. This place is like sex for your mouth.

Birthday brunch with my coworkers! When is nap time?

havingstuff: My dad’s best friend really just knows how to have...

Wed, 14 Mar 2012 16:41:30 -0700

havingstuff:

My dad’s best friend really just knows how to have a mid-life crisis because he kinda went through a lot but now he drives a really cool car and has gone from being a man of good taste generally to specifically having a hip but age-appropriate style that is inarguably on point. But most importantly, he now lives on a houseboat. Dope!

Meanwhile: to celebrate the 4^th of July last year, Katie and I and some other friends went camping in what turned out to be an RV campsite and we just sat by the sea drinking all day and sat by the fire drinking and eating salmon all night and it was really a marvelous way to celebrate America’s birthday; but we were back in Seattle for the actual 4^th. Katie is dead inside, apparently, because she hates fireworks, but I am embarrassingly excited by stuff that’s exceedingly loud and flashy and demanding of attention and yes, that does extend to men and may help to explain a lot of things about my love life. But the point is, I convinced her to go to aforementioned dad’s friend’s houseboat to watch the fireworks, which in Seattle are launched from a huge barge in the middle of Lake Union and which even Katie, that year, found delightful.

This is all mostly unrelated to the fact that we were walking on this weird sidewalk/creepy path to the marina and Katie found a crock pot sitting there on the ground. It was missing a lid and was full of pine needles and a couple of cigarette butts and Katie was insistent that it was meant to be and that I had to take it home and use it forever. I was extremely skeptical of taking home an abandoned kitchen accessory that was manufactured no later than the 1970s and had since almost definitely been used to cook small amounts of meth, but then Katie told me that her friend Jana once had a boyfriend who had some hoarding tendencies, maybe (I forget this part of the story?), and brought home for her a lidless crock pot that HE found on the side of the road and she used it all the time and just covered it with a plate which worked great and she really loved it and she loved him even though things didn’t end up working out (sorry Jana!).

But so of course I ended up taking it home and now I use it all the time and it DOES work really great. I just use a big lid from a non-crock pot, problem solved. And the meth scrubbed right out, maybe. Or maybe that’s why my skin has been so bad this winter.

Anyway so now I use it constantly, and have made all kinds of chilis, soups, and so, so much stew. I made this Turkish lamb stew the other night that is probably the best thing I have ever tasted in my whole life, and keep in mind I’ve spent a lot of this lifetime binge eating.

Further benefits include:

It’s healthy! You don’t need to use a bunch of oil and crap to make all your food delicious and moist and tender. You just need like, a sploosh or two of chicken broth or whatever, or some water, or some wine, maybe, depending on your palate.

It’s lazy! You cut things up into pieces that are any size, really, whatever size you want and don’t really worry about being consistent if you don’t want to, sometimes variety is the spice of life! And then you put them all in the crock pot and then you dig up that lid that mostly fits on it and you turn it on and you leave for the day and then it’s done. Plus, one dish to wash!!

It makes people think you are really amazing because of how it’s totally idiot-proof and good things cooking together for that long are bound to taste good at the end (right?). Also it makes your house smell crazy-good: one time I had a chili going and came home late in the evening to turn it off and caught my intoxicated roommate guiltily spooning out a bite because the smell had saturated the entire house and was just too enticing to wait a moment longer because I am, obviously, a culinary genius.

You can make all those weird feasts your grandma makes out of a can of Campbell’s cream of mushroom soup and like, determination. Beef stroganoff! What even IS that? And all of the casseroles. Pinterest is drunk with crock pot recipes these days, so you know the whole scene is back on trend.

Crock pots are also an excellent excuse to say “crock,” and you want to make sure you really land on the “k” every time so people know you aren’t talking about those ridiculous gardening-shoes-turned-teenage-girl-obsession (did you know that the things that go in them are called Jibbitz? And as unacceptable as that is, look at this amaaaaazing one that is a shark!!! And here is a gator! What’s happening to meeeee).

-Julia

P.S. OMG but please don’t burn down your house.

centaurismymentaur: if you wanted to end all this forced...

Wed, 14 Mar 2012 16:40:30 -0700

centaurismymentaur:

if you wanted to end all this forced ultrasound, abortion BS it’d be pretty easy. mass female exodus from Texas, Oklahoma and Virginia. Shit would be off the books by the end of the month.

ladies, the ball is in your court.

wnycradiolab: Rabbit Olympics. Rabbit Olympics. OMG there are...

Thu, 09 Feb 2012 17:05:24 -0800

wnycradiolab:

Rabbit Olympics. Rabbit Olympics. OMG there are Rabbit Olympics.

bitchhoggle: OMG.

Wed, 08 Feb 2012 11:57:39 -0800

bitchhoggle:

OMG.

thecoquette: Dior Vernis Safari Beige It’s so hard to find a...

Wed, 25 Jan 2012 10:46:33 -0800

thecoquette:

Dior Vernis Safari Beige

It’s so hard to find a good nude color, but this stuff is juuust right.

Became obsessed with the idea of nude nail polish while watching Beauty and the Beast in 3D. Whatever LOOK:

I kept trying to make this point on New Years but it got pretty...

Fri, 06 Jan 2012 10:11:25 -0800

I kept trying to make this point on New Years but it got pretty drunk in there.

Read about how I’m an internet stalker and sexual deviant...

Fri, 30 Dec 2011 12:14:08 -0800

Read about how I’m an internet stalker and sexual deviant in this toothpaste review that I wrote:

havingstuff:

I have been thinking a lot about teeth recently because I had those silly vestigial chompers taken out last week. (Side story: apparently, while under anaesthesia and with my arms fastened tightly in restraints, I still managed to grab onto and refuse to let go of a hygienist’s breast. I am now infamous at the oral and maxillofacial surgery place, and may or may not be some kind of sexual freight train.)

nevver: Someecards 20122012!

Thu, 29 Dec 2011 10:58:01 -0800

nevver:

Someecards

20122012!

Abbey’s debut on havingstuff is about Zumba.

Wed, 28 Dec 2011 11:49:12 -0800

Abbey’s debut on havingstuff is about Zumba.

genderacrossborders: harmreduction: Well put. THIS.

Wed, 21 Dec 2011 22:53:12 -0800

genderacrossborders:

harmreduction:

Well put.

THIS.

I'm getting my wisdom teeth out tomorrow

Mon, 19 Dec 2011 16:57:00 -0800

so I’m thinking more about food than usual.

This is an article about my recent visit to New Zealand.

Wed, 14 Dec 2011 15:21:15 -0800

This is an article about my recent visit to New Zealand.

havingstuff: White Eyeliner Long, long ago, I worked for a...

Wed, 14 Dec 2011 10:46:00 -0800

havingstuff:

White Eyeliner

Long, long ago, I worked for a respectable publication in Manhattan and was only marginally financially independent and I wore a single-digit pants size and I put on makeup every day and I styled my hair and I strutted around the office wearing heels. Heels!

But now I am lazy and depressed and don’t really have things in my life that demand much of me and I no longer seem to demand much of myself. Whoops! It recently (nope! it has been months) got to the point where I stopped wearing anything but yoga pants or, on fancy days, old H&M leggings with holes in the crotch, to my job where I work for real American dollars. People have noticed. Today I actually wore actual jeans because I wanted to be my best self (just kidding y’all, it was laundry day! And ignore how sad it is that jeans, to me, are ambitious) but I had to unbutton them after a couple hours because I cannot be a victim of what a friend of mine recently declared “the oppression of tight pants.” It’s not too big a deal, I think, because I am still wearing a horribly baggy brown sweatshirt that covers most of my body and that is from Forever 21 but that I purchased second-hand.

Anyway, it got so bad that Katie basically told me I had to wear makeup on the weekends or I couldn’t sit next to her at the bar anymore. And she was absolutely right! Now, I’m not willing, at this juncture, to stop generally phoning things in; but I do happen to have eyes that take up half my face (there is a Facebook group dedicated to how much I look like a baby seal) which means that with very little input I can look as though I have put on rather dramatic makeup. Praises be!

Which leads us (is anyone still here?) to my favorite new makeup trick: just to apply some white eyeliner to your lower waterline (obviously I didn’t know what that word meant until I watched Jane Marie’s eyeliner tutorial on The Hairpin, which should already have changed your life and if it hasn’t I’m jealous of you because you have so much still ahead of you). And you look in the mirror and you think, “Wow, I look so beautiful and my eyes are so big and bright and I look engaged and excited and not depressed or crazy at all!” And then you put on a little mascara (or, like, actual complete makeup if that is who you are) and head out to meet up with your blind date from OK Cupid (pending future review).

I personal rock Prestige eyeliners because I don’t like to spend money and I shop for makeup at Fred Meyer (news flash: Target does not carry Prestige Cosmetics! #OccupyTarget). Prestige does the job, but I also bring it out with me for when it fades a little or I find I’ve cried a bit at the bar (not on my date, just FYI; a different time). If you have different/better taste, by all means go with your instincts. Just make sure that every time you head to the ladies’ room, you tilt your head forward in a sexy way and bat your eyes at your reflection. I guarantee: the impact is dazzling.

-Julia

If you were wondering what I’ve been up to recently, this is it.

kateoplis: My favorite images from 2011, Part l...

Tue, 13 Dec 2011 12:58:01 -0800

kateoplis:

My favorite images from 2011, Part l [1/2/3/4/5/6/7]

EARTH!

We decided to really go all-out for Christmas this year at my...

Mon, 12 Dec 2011 17:01:22 -0800

We decided to really go all-out for Christmas this year at my house.

(via Videogum)

This is an article about friendship.

Mon, 12 Dec 2011 14:36:09 -0800

This is an article about friendship.:

As the phone rang and rang I had the following insight: If I, like the designer in question, were a 48-year-old extremely good looking and muscular gay man who was one day at a time never ever getting wasted again, I may also have decided that the best chance I had left for thrills in this life was to ensure that everyone who ever said my name would be forced to say it two and a half times.

boringoldraphael: I Met The Walrus In 1969, a 14-year-old...

Thu, 08 Dec 2011 15:58:05 -0800

boringoldraphael:

I Met The Walrus

In 1969, a 14-year-old Beatle fanatic named Jerry Levitan snuck into John Lennon’s hotel room in Toronto and convinced him to do an interview.

It’s all in the mind.