Found her here, and then saw this:
Now that she has relocated to Fort Worth, started her own label, and released five CDs and mixtapes, Snow may have left those guys in the dust. She is currently tweaking her style to accommodate both her girly side and her central issue with life in America: the hot topic of illegal immigration.
Granted, she had me at femcee.
Fair warning: if you work in a office you may want to put some headphones in.
A few days ago, I read Alli Thresher’s article in xoJane on “Tattoo Etiquette 101 – How to Appreciate My Body Art Without Making Me Hate You.” After sharing it into the Twitterverse, a few people asked me, “Wait, really?”
I’ve had strangers pull up my shirt sleeve, touch my hair, even grab me by the collar to get a “peek” at the hint of a drawing they think they see. […] When they’re visible (and they’re usually not), my tattoos are not an invitation. They are not on my body for anyone’s enjoyment other than my own.
To be completely honest, I usually enjoy the fact that my tattoos can be a conversation starter. I like to meet new people and tend to be relatively quiet by nature. If my body art pulls someone in for an interesting discussion, I’m glad.
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I went to the Cloisters for the first time a few days ago. It’s been a while since I had some fun at a museum and I’m not really a huge fan of medieval art. However, I am a fan of Fort Tryon park and have heard that the museum is really beautiful.
And it certainly was. I could hardly believe that I was still in New York when I walked into this place. Continue reading “The Cloisters”
“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’m lucky: I have my family, and I have friends who are like family. For Thanksgiving, I went to a one such friend’s house for dinner in my hometown. For the most part, I moved away from South Jersey when I was 18. I rebelled, with an appropriately dramatic teenage flair, against where I grew up. Not one for the quiet life, I was drawn to the stimulating toughness of the city.
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This song from Maluca always gets me out of any mid-afternoon slumpage.
Last week, I had the good fortune to meet up with the most amazing people on earth: my colleagues at Automattic. We spent the week in Budapest meeting each other, working on some neat new features, and fitting in a few sight-seeing adventures, as well. Continue reading “Budapest, Hungary”