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Harry Potter and the Destroyer of Assumptions

Apparently I was a huge snob as a 10 year old.

At the time, I was gung ho about reading and especially hung up on the Spookesville series by Christopher Pike. (I still stand by those being some of the best Young Adult books I’ve read.)

My lovely, wonderful family members were kind enough to take my interests to heart and often bought me books as presents. One Christmas, this included the first Harry Potter book. Continue reading Harry Potter and the Destroyer of Assumptions

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A Day in the Life

Some members of Automattic decided to take this week to shed a bit of light on what it means to be a remote worker. As part of our efforts to share our experiences, those of us participating will be chronicling our day under the tag #a8cday. Check it out!

Here’s my Monday as a member of the Happiness Hiring team and lead of our Store Happiness team. Continue reading A Day in the Life

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It’s a bird, it’s a…

While taking our company photo at this year’s Grand Meetup in Park City, Utah, we also had a drone film us, which resulted in this pretty nifty video. Okay, yes, I was a little freaked out at the time, but the result is awesome.

I’m just about a week shy of my three year anniversary at Automattic. Seeing the whole gang together in this video makes it clear just how much we’ve grown. We’ve almost tripled in size since I joined, and I’m still impressed by the kindness, intelligence, and sincerity of each of these individuals every day.

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Once In A Lifetime

After my skydiving adventure, I noticed myself thinking on the phrase, “Once in a lifetime.”

A common reaction, I learned, is to distill such an amazing and somewhat absurd experience by saying it’s “once in a lifetime.” I even caught myself thinking the same. It’s such a disservice that downplays all that we’re capable of. Continue reading Once In A Lifetime

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If you begin to act like a guru, then you can become a guru.

Originally, I thought Kumaré would be a tale about cultural appropriation, and why it’s problematic. Which, of course, would still make it a very interesting and important movie. However, there’s a lot more subtlety to this film than that, largely due to the charisma and reflections of the filmmaker himself, Vikram Gandhi. Continue reading Kumaré

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Obvious Child

Acknowledging the elephant in the room, Obvious Child isn’t for everyone. That said.

The indie movie is about a young stand-up comic, Donna, in the midst of a messy breakup, flailing career, and no income as the bookstore she works at gets shut down. After a one-night stand with Max, a clean cut fellow from Vermont and who, as her mother confirms, “is not her type,” Donna realizes she’s pregnant. Not ready to become a mother, she decides to get an abortion and finds support in surprising places around those closest to her. Continue reading Obvious Child

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The Spaces We Choose

Knowledge of places is closely linked to knowledge of the self, to grasping one’s position in the larger scheme of things, including one’s own community, and to securing a confident sense of who one is as a person.
Keith Basso, Wisdom Sits in Places

I know, I always reference that quote. But I love it, and the idea that the places we inhabit are more than just structures. From the way we choose to decorate to the way we choose to occupy a space, it becomes imbued with meaning. Meanings that vary from person to person. Continue reading The Spaces We Choose

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I guess I assumed that a graduate program full of artists dedicated to seeing beyond the world’s masks would be better on the race front—that despite all my previous experience with white-majority institutions the workshop would be an exception. What can I tell you? In those days I must have needed that little fantasy, that little hope that somewhere shit might be better.

Great read from Junot Diaz in MFA vs. POC.

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The Julie Ruin and Screaming Females

My first, and currently only, Bruce Springsteen concert will always be my top concert-going experience. Hands down, no arguments. However, the runner-up post was long held by my first New York Dolls show at the Stone Pony in Asbury Park, NJ.

I love you David Johansson, but you’ve been booted to bronze-level status. Continue reading The Julie Ruin and Screaming Females