Here’s a complete list of everything in the 2016 Oscars Gift Bags.
I didn’t realize the gift bags aren’t actually affiliated with the Oscars. They’re distributed by a company called Distinctive Assets, and the Academy is suing them.
According to Vanity Fair, “The complaint said that media coverage of the 2016 gift bags has focused on ‘the less-than-wholesome nature of some of the products contained in the bags,’ citing a $5,500 certificate for plastic surgery, a $1,900 “vampire breast lift,” a $250 sex toy and a $250 marijuana vaporizer.”
The bags also contain a 10,000-meal donation made in the nominee’s name to an animal shelter or rescue of their choice ($6,300), a private walking tour of Japan for up to 15 days ($54,000), and a chapstick ($6).
These bits of Jocelyn K. Glei’s interview of Sebastian Thrun had me nodding:
“…imagine that you are already successful. You’ve looked into the future, and you’ve succeeded. What would you enjoy doing today given that knowledge?”
“The data shows that people who are rich aren’t any happier, so you might as well derive your happiness from what you are doing today.”
Brad needed a desk lamp, so I went hunting at an antique shop last weekend. Finds!
I got this ’50s desk lamp with the original fiberglass(?) shades. The lights bend to shine wherever you want, and you can turn on each bulb individually or both at once. When we got home, I considered stealing it for my own desk because I wasn’t sure Brad understood the lamp like I did. Then he got agitated when I moved it to my desk to take this photo, even though he had not yet plugged it in. So he gets to keep it.
Bakelite salt and pepper shakers. You press that button on the top, and it moves this little plug at the bottom to dispense. It dispenses a lot of salt, which is delicious.
Ugly ’70s purse! So divine.
Also, I bought another architectural vintage hat without a specific plan of where I’ll wear it. I’m like a cat lady, but with hats. Except hats don’t eat your face when you die alone in your apartment. So that’s an upside.
OK Go’s Upside Down and Inside Out video filmed in zero gravity. The best part is when Damian Kulash says “YEAH! WOO!” at the end. I wish they’d kept the sound.
Brownie Cake is one of those Pinterest ideas that’s still possible for the plebes.
Great quote on silence by Rothko.
Apparently people are still freaking about Beyoncé’s part of the Super Bowl halftime. I do not get it. When those breathtaking girls step from behind her all Black-Panthered out and put their fists in the air? Full body chills. YYYYYESS, LADIES! Yes. (1:40-1:55)
Let’s all live in giant pom poms.
If you like phone games, our family is into Neko Atsume, “Kitty Collector” right now.
Do you know about piglet squids? The ocean is so cool.
Recommended: YSL’s watercolor nail polish in Rose Splash. It makes your nails look super healthy, requires no talent to apply, and when it chips you just swipe on another layer. Pricey, but I’ll use the whole bottle. You can see it on my thumb in yesterday’s book photo.
A Valentine’s Day appropriate mall joke.
So worth it to watch this whole thing:
I want all of my history delivered like this from now on.
Ozzy is almost ten months old, and he’s all about the cobra pose.
Cool stuff my friends are doing
Lisa Congdon is having a book tour to celebrate her book, The Joy of Swimming: A Celebration of Our Love for Getting in the Water. Mai is a featured swimmer!
Pim Techamuanvivit of Chez Pim was on the very first panel I moderated about blogging, which was hosted at the very first Blogher. Anyway, Pim’s San Francisco restaurant, Kin Khao, just got its first Michelin star! Yeeeeah.
Happy Valentine’s weekend, everyone. Please acquire a heart shaped box of chocolate in your own honor.
The best parts of The Gifts of Imperfection, by Brené Brown:
“Compassion is not a relationship between the healer and the wounded. It’s a relationship between equals. Only when we know our own darkness well can we be present with the darkness of others.” – Pema Chödrön
One of the greatest (and least discussed) barriers to compassion practice is the fear of setting boundaries and holding people accountable… This research has taught me that if we really want to practice compassion, we have to start by setting boundaries and holding people accountable for their behavior.
If we don’t follow through with appropriate consequences, people learn to dismiss our requests — even if they sound like threats or ultimatums.
The key is to separate people from their behaviors — to address what they’re doing, not who they are… That’s where we get into trouble. When we talk ourselves into disliking someone so we’re more comfortable holding them accountable, we’re priming ourselves for the shame and blame game.
When we attach judgment to receiving help, we knowingly or unknowingly attach judgment to giving help.
If we want to fully experience love and belonging, we must believe we are worthy of love and belonging.
Belonging is the innate human desire to be part of something larger than us. Because this yearning is so primal, we often try to acquire it by fitting in and by seeking approval, which are not only hollow substitutes for belonging, but often barriers to it.
Guilt = I did something bad.
Shame = I am bad.
Life paralysis refers to all of the opportunities we miss because we’re too afraid to put anything out in the world that could be imperfect.
Perfectionism is addictive because when we invariably do experience shame, judgment, and blame, we often believe it’s because we weren’t perfect enough.
Martin Luther King Jr. described power as the ability to affect change.
The Greek word for joy is chairo… “the good mood of the soul.”
The more entrenched and reactive we are about an issue, the more we need to investigate our responses.
In my recently gentrified neighborhood, a young, bearded white guy blocks the path. His stance is wide, his feet planted, phone affixed to his ear. He folds his arms.
At his back a blind black man approaches, tapping his cane. Hearing the other man’s voice, he pauses uncertainly, tries one direction, then the next, and finally inches around him.
The white guy never notices.