I love them.
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Shoe Dog, the memoir by Nike creator Phil Knight, was a very worthwhile read. It was riveting, inspiring, and frankly kind of hard to believe, as I often found myself wondering how much of it was actually true.
The triumphs were so delicious and the failures were just as perfect; everybody got exactly the teachable moments they needed when they needed them. I’m guessing there’s some kind of hindsight-is-20/20 involved in the writing process and a whole lot of nostalgia. I was a bit taken aback to read, near the end of the book, that Knight has no reservations about going back to the very beginning and doing it all over again despite all the scares and setbacks. But maybe not, because, uh, Nike.
Dry, dreary, and very cold, winter is not my favorite season. So finding things to appreciate and cherish has been especially important in recent weeks. Without further ado…
The Art of War is a very short read, filled with legendary Chinese general Sun Tzu’s various military -isms ranging from the very specific to what can be considered life’s great wisdoms.
To be honest, many points went right over my head since my mind was definitely not in the state of trying to command an army and win battles. But some other points were sufficiently clear to my civilian self. Here are my top highlights. (The full text is free for the Kindle and ready to read right here.)
Another year, another playlist of my most memorable songs of the year. (Also realized my dream of going to a concert among a sea of lights this year at Coldplay. 😀)
This is 2017….
Over dinner recently, my mom made a comment to the effect of: Life feels both long and short. I quickly chimed in with a I’ve been feeling the same way! She didn’t like that. You’re too young to feel like that, she said. But oh well, I can’t help what I feel.
Like many people privileged enough to “want to do something” with their lives, I’ve been thinking about the question of, er, what is the meaning of my life, a lot. These days, the answer vacillates between crystal clear and not clear at all. When it’s the former, I’m amped and ready to go. When it’s the latter, that’s when I tend to feel like life is short. It’s passing by too quickly. Then I think about why I’m alive at this particular point in time and, inevitably, I get to pondering why I won’t get to see what happens in, say, 2674. (#CosmicFOMO is the worst.)
Somewhere between me going to college and joining the workforce, “skincare” has turned from something I’ve casually observed my mom doing (using a simple suite of drugstore products) into this Whole Big Thing—physically and psychologically, economically and culturally.
In 2017, skincare is at once: self-care, retail therapy, a hobby, potentially a medical treatment, source of entertainment and community, billion-dollar industry, and just another routine of daily life…
Today, I’m only writing about my personal experience with skincare—the how, what, and why of building up a skincare routine.
A few weeks ago, I got an email that told me “Emily just viewed your sketchbook” at the Brooklyn Art Library, which, as it turns out, has been storing some 36,000 sketchbooks completed for the Sketchbook Project so far.
I’d totally forgotten about doing this in 2011 (this = filling up a light Moleskine sketchbook and sending it back to the Sketchbook Project for a roving exhibition around the country). I recall getting an email about it being transferred to Brooklyn for permanent storage, but never did anything with it.
But now that I’m living in New York, I decided I had to go find it.
Last year, I visited Storm King for the first time and was floored by the autumnal beauty on display. My first thought was Wow. My second thought was I want to bring my family here (especially my mom, who has a rather visceral appreciation for trees).
Earlier this month, it happened, and I’m so thankful. This time around, we visited a couple of weeks later in the season than I did last year. Leaves were sparser, but the Storm King vantage point was impressive all the same.