18th
hehe.
Spent a good amount of time this morning looking for Season 1. Is it true that it doesn’t exist on DVD?
Miss you lots.
Kat has been delightfully adamant about wishing me a happy birthday. I got a text, note on my facebook wall, and a Tumblr post. Thanks Kat, you’re the ruliest.
And happy graduation!
Happy 20th Birthday to Caitie!!!!!!
We love our little test tube baby…
Mom and Dad
Today is my birthday! And it’s true, I’m a test tube baby (Morgan says “science experiment gone wrong”), which is just about the coolest thing ever.
Today I got up and went to brunch with friends. Then I went to Ikea to find a bed and a dresser. Then my phone died and my friends weren’t hope to help me carry them upstairs so I coaxed the car service driver into helping me carry it all upstairs for an extra large tip.
I built a bed today. All by myself, I built a bed. Then I ate a late dinner, and then built a dresser. All my myself.
I am so extremely proud of all that I got done today and the fact that I did it with zero help other than the guy who I paid to help me get the heavy stuff two flights of stairs.
Mirah - Jerusalem
On repeat and in my head this week.
It’s not the infographics on the page that interest me, rather it’s the trend of emphasizing a user’s popularity on the network. Lamentably, I think this metric will come to define the experience for the next generation of social networks. I fear that the internet’s utility for many people will equate to constant awareness of one’s value, and the play of meaningless games to increase the sum. This in turn will render many networks impersonal and irrelevant. Like a candidate’s bid speech for high school class presidency, I fear my Tumblr dashboard will become padded with ‘popular stuff’ sure to garner votes rather than the intimate, vulnerable and quirky bits that I’ve enjoyed, and define Tumblr’s personality.
I’m disappointed by Tumblarity, and Ashton’s follower count for the same reasons. I liked the Internet better when it was nebulous, and now I’m depressed that it shaping up to be a social pyramid.
Agreed. Measuring someone’s “worth” isn’t as simple as counting how many assholes have read your “deep” quote.
I wholeheartedly agree. I think this is a move in the wrong direction.
Apparent con-artist Kari Ferrell told Animal NY the other day that she’d turned herself in to Philadelphia police. Surprise: She lied! A Philadelphia musician she knew lured her back with talk of a trip to Portland.
Sam Tremble (pictured) had let Ferrell stay at his house in Philly for a few days after meeting her at his band’s show in Brooklyn. She told various lies, including that she couldn’t go to the South by Southwest music festival in Austin with the band because she had surgery scheduled.
Then a fellow band member got an email warning about Ferrell’s grifter ways, from a mutual friend; a Google search turned up her warrant in Salt Lake City; and then the Observer story hit.
Deciding he could catch Ferrell, Tremble emailed her, “feigning concern for her health” and ignorance of all the news stories about her, and pretending he could take her on tour out West. No doubt wanting to get as far from New York as possible, Ferrell took the bait. Soon she was on a Chinatown bus to Philly.“Officers DeLuca and Green drove me to Chinatown in an unmarked black Explorer. They watched from across the street. When the bus arrived, I waved to Kari to get their attention. I want to say I hugged her, but I was anxious and I don’t remember. I picked her bag out of the luggage storage and started walking behind her. The officers crossed the street and stopped her. I dropped her bag and walked away. They took her aside and questioned her for a moment. She didn’t struggle.”Then Ferrell called Animal NY to say she had turned herself in. Because it’s not like that lie would be almost immediately exposed in court. Wow. For some people, lying really is like breathing. - Gawker
Finally. Finally, finally, finally someone did what was CLEARLY the right thing to do.
City Paper has the full story.