What I learned this week:
- Jean Craighead George, the author of the fantastic YA book My Side of the Mountain passed away in May. I was super into that book when I was about 11. A kid runs away to set up his own home in the mountains, and he has a pet falcon! WHAT! I was jealous of his whole life, pretty much. And I learned as I read her NY Times obituary, that she owned a pet turkey vulture as a kid! Love it! Thank you, Mrs. George! (source)
- So You Think You Can Dance is amazing and will make me cry no matter how many times I watch it. There’s always some dancer with a sad story that just puts me over the top. Or they have a grandma who loves them. Or they have a father who doesn’t believe in them. Tears. Always.
- I can run an 8 minute, 30 second mile. It’s possible. I can hardly believe it, but it happened. WHAT. I would actually get an A in high school PE now!
- The Trader Joes that just opened down the road from my apartment has a WINE TASTING section. This spells disaster. Delicious, drunken disaster.
- Would you like some photos of Dutch cats in bars? Here you go.
- What people are thinking at the gym, in comic form!
- How to wear a t-shirt, with illustrations! I need to rock the Outsiders inspired look. Ponyboy would be so proud.
- This SIXTEEN person bike that you rent to go to bar crawl in is making me really want to take a trip to Des Moines. So fun! (via Iowa Girl Eats)
- OMG these graphic representations of SF neighborhoods slay me.
- Three Instagram users I’m obsessed with right now:
- This high school commencement speech is fantastic and so spot on:
You are not special. You are not exceptional.
Contrary to what your u9 soccer trophy suggests, your glowing seventh grade report card, despite every assurance of a certain corpulent purple dinosaur, that nice Mister Rogers and your batty Aunt Sylvia, no matter how often your maternal caped crusader has swooped in to save you… you’re nothing special….
Climb the mountain not to plant your flag, but to embrace the challenge, enjoy the air and behold the view. Climb it so you can see the world, not so the world can see you. Go to Paris to be in Paris, not to cross it off your list and congratulate yourself for being worldly. Exercise free will and creative, independent thought not for the satisfactions they will bring you, but for the good they will do others, the rest of the 6.8 billion–and those who will follow them. And then you too will discover the great and curious truth of the human experience is that selflessness is the best thing you can do for yourself. The sweetest joys of life, then, come only with the recognition that you’re not special.
Because everyone is.