I'm Starting a New Blog...

Called, "Lemurs are People Too." Will you read it? Here's a sneak preview... 

"Ugh, shoot. Why does it always go to FaceTime?"

"I am the King... of this rope." Prince Joffrey the Lemur

"No, please, go on. The story behind your wedding invitations is riveting."

"just me. in a tree! #nofilter #selfiesunday"

"Orange you glad my eyes are so cool? #selfiesunday" 

"Trust me. I saw this on Dancing with the Stars once."

"Just sitting here, watching my breath and contemplating my existence."

"OMG. Monday. FML"

"MOM! STOP! DON'T LOOK AT MY FACEBOOK!"

"This is how much I care about your racquet club membership - this much percent." 

"I'm on this all green salad diet now. Like Gwyneth Paltrow."

"Did you seriously just call me 'sweetheart'? I am like 2 years younger than you."

"Yoga makes me feel at one with my body. Look at these hands. THESE HANDS!"

"Wait. Did I just 'reply all' to that?"

Links I'm Loving!

Photo courtesy elle.com

Sound career advice from smart women as well as a quick interview with Robbie Myers

Is it just me or does this new show on Fox look adorable? Starring Octavia Spencer!

Love this quilted striped skirt set from goodnight macaroon. Nothing better than a two for one.

Jewelry designer Bario Neal (based in Philly!) makes exquisitely crafted pieces from ethical sources

I know it's early, but I already have these Goldie Box engineering toys for girls on my xmas list...

Hanging on to summer style by a thread or, rather, a few threads...

22 habits of happy people from the Hungry for Change blog

Kimchi quesadillas? Yes. Yes, Please! 

Another Day, Another Picture in a Door

LEFT: Joe Purdy t-shirt (here), Men's gold watch (similar), Line and dot black skirt (here), Black boots (similar)
MIDDLE: Sheinside dress (here), Leather tie belt (similar), Aldo shoes (similar)
RIGHT: Zara top (here); Zara jeans (here); Steve Madden wedges (here)

End of Summer Running Playlist

"Jai Ho" by A R Rahman

"Black and Yellow" by violinist Josh Vietti

"You are My Summer" by La+ch

"Lionhearted" by Porter Robinson ft, Urban Cone

"Beating Heart" by Ellie Goulding 

"Take Me to Church" by Sinead O'Connor

"As the Crow Flies"  Timothy Vajda - Bootstrap Physics 

"From Eden" Hozier

"Daisy" by Kate Miss, Print available for purchase, $12

You are tired,
(I think)
Of the always puzzle of living and doing;
And so am I.

Come with me, then,
And we'll leave it far and far away—
(Only you and I, understand!)

You have played,
(I think)
And broke the toys you were fondest of,
And are a little tired now;
Tired of things that break, and—
Just tired.
So am I.

But I come with a dream in my eyes tonight,
And knock with a rose at the hopeless gate of your heart—
Open to me!
For I will show you the places Nobody knows,
And, if you like,
The perfect places of Sleep.

Ah, come with me!
I'll blow you that wonderful bubble, the moon,
That floats forever and a day;
I'll sing you the jacinth song
Of the probable stars;
I will attempt the unstartled steppes of dream,
Until I find the Only Flower,
Which shall keep (I think) your little heart
While the moon comes out of the sea.

e.e. cummings


And, because I truly love his poems so much, below is an imaginary transcript of an interview between cummings and "an interviewer," however, both parts are written by cummings himself...


Tell me, doesn't your painting interfere with your writing?
Quite the contrary: they love each other dearly. 
They're very different.
Very: one is painting and one is writing.
But your poems are rather hard to understand, whereas your paintings are so easy.
Easy?
Of course--you paint flowers and girls and sunsets; things that everybody understands.
I never met him.
Who?
Everybody.
Did you ever hear of nonrepresentational painting?
I am.
Pardon me?
I am a painter, and painting is nonrepresentational.
Not all painting.
No: housepainting is representation.
And what does a housepainter represent.
Ten dollars an hour.
In other words, you don't want to be serious--
It takes two to be serious--
Well, let me see...oh yes, one more question: where will you live after this war is over?
In China; as usual.
China?
Of course.
Whereabouts in China?

Where a painter is a poet.

Currently...

Loving these flowers (in height order) that I pass by on my walks around the neighborhood

Craving: every flavor from the Coolhaus icecream truck menu. Balsamic fig and mascarpone? 

Reading: this article on rethinking sleep and, of course, goop for days... (GP, you rock)

Lusting over: the Marais arc wedge in black (that gingham interior, though, shoot)

Listening to: Take Me to Church by Hozier, Gospel singin' Irish native

Learning: about the universe and the history of the Earth as a living organism  

Inspired by: this place, the families who stay there, and the people who make it possible

On the Conflicting and Confounding Information We Receive about Food...

This excerpt from "The Fever Pitch of Obesity" written by Rachel Combe made me laugh... 

In the beginning, there was the low-fat dictum, which was revised to: cut out saturated fats but encourage vegetable fats—unless your vegetable fats are trans fats, in which case they’re killing you. Oh, but while you’re eliminating butter, make sure you don’t add in too many ­refined carbs—toss out those Snackwell’s! Sugar will kill you. Actually, maybe all carbs are the problem—including fruit. Double up on your breakfast sausage, but drop the Wheaties. After all, ­humans were never designed to eat agricultural products. We’re hunter-gatherers: We should be eating wild game and greens. Nothing processed! What would possess you to eat sausage?!??! Fill up your plate with dandelion greens and elk. But wait! Actually, scratch the elk. Cut out meat. Meat will kill you. Except for fish. No, wait, fish is too high in mercury, and the seas are overfished. Okay, okay, you can eat small, stinky fish like anchovies and maybe a little chicken and eggs (as long as they’re humanely raised by a ­local ­farmer with whom you are on a first-name basis), but you’d ­better chuck dairy. It’s full of growth hormones that are giving seven-year-olds pubic hair. Unless you get organic, grass-fed, raw milk. But just know that raw milk can kill you. Actually, you know what? Go vegan. Go raw vegan. Go on a detox fast. Juice all your food. No, wait—juice is too high in sugar. Get a Vitamix and make a breakfast smoothie out of avocados, foraged mushrooms, and kale. Gwyneth Paltrow’s kids love it! Wait! Stop! Put that down! Liquid calories are causing the diabetes epidemic. So just eat vegetables, fruits, beans, olive oil, anchovies, chicken, eggs, plain yogurt, sea vegetables, and whole grains. Except brown rice. There’s arsenic in it. Arsenic will kill you. And, obviously, don’t eat ­gluten. Have a little wine with dinner, unless you care about getting breast cancer—in which case, stop boozing and become vegan (you know, we already told you to go vegan—pay ­attention!). But go easy on the soy. Because it can kill you. Got that?

At one point, is it possible, that eating may have been a form gustatory enjoyment rather than a tension-filled research project?