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| A crisp beer, a book, a chair with sunlight on it |
Personal: Late last month I helped one of my high school best friend's raise nearly $8,000 in an evening for her younger sister that's sick with stage four Hodgkin's Lymphoma. We held the silent auction/fundraiser in our tiny hometown and people donated beforehand and also arrived in droves. It makes me even more proud to call that place home, a notion I never imagined possible given my fierce and undying love of it. Seeing so many people open their wallets to her rekindled my faith in humankind in a way that's never happened to me before. Humbled.
Screen: Downton Abbey's entire first season on Netflix. Second season begins tonight. I never tire of period television and Masterpiece Classics is a complete goldmine. Watched the Any Human Heart series as well (also on Netflix), a screenplay adaptation of a book that tugged at every literary heartstring beneath my sternum.
Books: Any Human Heart by William Boyd (did you see that coming?), Twenties Girl by Sophie Kinsella because FB likes her and I want to be her (FB, not Twenties Girl), and On Writing by Stephen King because all of the bourgeois things I've been enjoying in the past few weeks make me want to journal like a madwoman.
Tara recently blogged about My Permissions, a website that allows you to log in to your social channels and revoke various permissions from years past. Mine was sort of horrifying. The clean slate feels nice.
Dan Nolan is a friend that geeks out about personal finance as much as I do. He recently wrote about the daily spend value method, a trick I've been using for two years (although I didn't come up with a cool name for it like he did). If you find yourself spending too often and out of cash long before pay day, this will cure you.
Working in social media, I find myself constantly explaining why amounts aren't as important as matter. Jeremiah Owyang sums it up perfectly in Number of Fans and Followers is Not a Business Metric - What You Do With Them Is. Thanks, Nick, for introducing me to his blog.
Given my twelve years of ballet history that began when I was only three years old, this video demonstrating the tragedy of first position made me smile pretty hard:
Hope you have an amazing work week. Go get it.
