This is our good, smooshy baby Oslo Boon Ellis.
He is a sweetheart and we love him very much.
He was born last week at around 5 a.m., every finger and every toe accounted for.
He has his brother’s (and his papa’s) good-natured calm, and his mama’s affection for naps.
In other news on the home front, Hank made a rocket ship! A fast one.
As for me, this post will be the only thing I accomplish today that is not is some way related to my boobs.
Whoa. Did you hear the Radio Lab podcast about the Japanese paper balloon bombs? The government used the jet stream winds to successfully propel unpiloted Fu-Go balloon bombs to the U.S. during WWII. When the bombs started detonating, thousands of them, the U.S. government requested that the press keep quiet for national security purposes. And they did.
This sexy legs contest addresses a very specific kind of fetish.
I feel like my grandma would have loved to wear this around the house with her little heeled maribou slippers.
Do you know about right-eye miniatures?
Vintage Dries Van Noten sweater. I have a thing for giant bows lately.
I like to shop for shoes and then not purchase them. Exhibits A-E:
Simple Mules, $130
Lace-Up Full Foot Sandal, $59
Triple Strap Oxford, $135
Wave Slide Sandal, $300
Dries Van Noten canvas wedge on eBay, $200
The Sphaerocoris Annulus is a really good bug.
I’m hoping to give birth this weekend. What are you up to?
I repackaged my Insulin needles, because my needle phobia was making me unreasonably pissed at having to inject medication into my pregnant belly. Pbbbbbt! PBBBBBT on you, stupid injections of dumbness and stupidity.
That said, modern medication (and access to it) is an unparalleled gift. I would be terrified without it. And as I have learned in this pregnancy, irritated is far preferable to terrified. So thanks, science! I will never complain about jet packs again.
C’moooooon healthy little baby.
Excerpts from an O Magazine interview with Diane Von Furstenberg:
On what her mother, an Auschwitz survivor, taught her: She taught me never, ever, ever think of yourself as a victim. No matter what.
I surround myself with young people, I don’t feel my age. I mean, I know I am my age, and I don’t try to hide it. But I have a lot of energy, and I’m curious about the world. And in any situation in life, I always say, “Well, how can I help?”
I don’t think it’s nice to think you’re beautiful. You end up counting too much on it. I had to count on my personality. And my legs.
-What are you proudest of?
-My children. And the great relationship I have with me. That is my biggest source of pleasure. I trust myself, I respect myself, I know I am a good girl, I know I can rely on myself. I like my own company. I am funny. I talk to myself and have a good time.
Paper carvings by Maude White.
Baby dancin’! Leave it to the web to take “playing with your baby” viral.
Perfect party hats for your next baton-twirling party.
Bunch O Balloons lets you fill and tie 100 water balloons in less than a minute. The future is now.
They don’t have these in my size anymore, but maybe you’ll luck out.
Pendleton’s collaboration with Urban Outfitters is neat.
I’m slowly adding to my collection of not-stupid clothes that make it easy to nurse/breastfeed.
My Own Life, Oliver Sacks on Learning He Has Terminal Cancer “Over the last few days, I have been able to see my life as from a great altitude, as a sort of landscape, and with a deepening sense of the connection of all its parts.”
Kanye West vs. White Mediocrity “It’s far from an original observation that primarily black venues are more demanding of technical excellence than primarily white ones. The Apollo Theatre still has an executioner who will shoo you offstage in the middle of your act if it’s found wanting. There’s no other record label that ever matched the exacting standards and relentless discipline of Berry Gordy’s Motown machine. For all the bragging about technical virtuosity among, say, metal guitarists, metal lacks a tradition of direct public challenge equivalent to MCs in a rap battle. Joe Jackson saw the Osmonds’ show, created a similar show with his own sons only with much more grueling standards of performance and choreography, and the rest is history.”
A free guided meditation that didn’t irritate me. These are harder to come by than I expected, perhaps because I need to meditate more.
I liked this Brain Pickings Piece on Wanda Gág, who was an artist and entrepreneur.