Dec 12 2013

20 Unique Hats from Australia’s Melbourne Cup

Attend Australia’s Melbourne Cup horse race in a hat by an Aussie designer? Check.

Tourism Australia asked me to choose six Life List goals to accomplish while we were there for Go Mighty’s Go Australia trips, and they suggested I attend the Melbourne Cup. I was told it was like the Kentucky Derby writ large.

That was an understatement. Imagine the Super Bowl falling on the Fourth of July, but everyone is dressed for church on Easter Sunday, and drinking like it’s St. Patrick’s Day. In other words, it’s a hell of a time.

The city shuts down, except for the pubs, which are open to televise the races. Everyone in Melbourne has the day off work, and all the ladies wear charming hats.

Some of the gentlemen too.

I came home with so many photos of hats — this isn’t the half of it. It seemed criminal not to record them all for posterity. I’d love to go back and set up a hat portrait booth there some day.

I called up to this lady to get a photo. Her hat is made of porcupine quills. Amazing, right?

I favor the hats that look like advanced DIY, because I love the idea of someone being up late the night before with a glue gun and a dream. This hat is made of little plastic geometric blocks.

This lady is a milliner.

Her hat looked like a different sculpture from every direction.

The tourism board had a table in the Rose Room, which was like the Alice in Wonderland version of box seats. There were so many exceptional hats in there, but this lady was one of my favorites.

I’m perpetually anguished that Americans don’t wear more hats. Not even to weddings? Has it come to this?

A lot of the younger girls were wearing these floral crowns, which are very Frida Kahlo-cum-Tavi Gevinson/Lana Del Ray. I wish I’d seen someone do it with live flowers.

I find these super modern nature inspired pieces so appealing. The twig one seemed like it was floating.

I know we’re all a bit Gatsbied out, but come on. This is the quintessential flapper headpiece.

Look at that droopy side bow! You could do such a great boho take on this by ditching the rhinestones wrapping a bunch of wide, matte satin ribbon around your forehead.

This, surprisingly, is not Kate Middleton. Doppelgänger, eh? This woman was staying at my hotel, and I shared an elevator with her early that morning. Her outfit was tidy, structural perfection. I was awash in admiration, and so glad when I saw her again in the sea of humanity at the races. Click!

This girl’s bone structure works so well with her hat, don’t you think? Daring colors too. What a beauty.

I liked this woman because she looked so happy. Maybe it’s the red lipstick. Or the happiness.

This lady too. Fairy princess hat, hooray!

This was the only woman I came across wearing this style. The masculine lines in a sea of swoops were arresting. Top-hat update touché.

This guy. I have a talent for spotting the person in the room most likely to know about the best after parties, but he was hard to miss.

If you’d like to see a few of the more outrageous hats, and see what I picked for myself, head over to my Go Mighty story.

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Nov 19 2013

Little Pitchers

Did you know Disneyland makes light-up Mickey ears and glowing balloons that interact with their light show? Here are what Hank’s looked like during the World of Color. Such a cool idea, eh?

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Sep 24 2013



On my way home from XOXO Fest, and I’m typing this from a Motel 6 where I did not even consider using this novelty condom. Awaiting a knock at the door from the guy with my Offical Grown-Up Certificate.

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Sep 18 2013

Hey. Want To Go To Australia?

I fell for Australia on a business trip in 2005, “Australia! They have giant rats that carry their babies around in tummy pouches. Aussies! Very similar to Americans, except more in touch with their mortality due to the myriad poisonous things surrounding them.

I remember that trip vividly, lazy breakfasts at Bills, feeding kangaroos, fruit tasting with a guy named Digby (Digby? I mean, come on. Central casting was in on that one). Also, they have trees that sting there! They call them Stinging Trees! Apt, Australia. Apt.

Anyway, one of the poignant things about travel is how you come to love a place, knowing you’ll likely never get to see it again. Because you should probably save up for health insurance and maybe pay your taxes or whatever.

So I’m feeling giddy right now, because…

A Bunch of Us Are Going to Australia

Go Mighty has been working for months with Tourism Australia and Air New Zealand to find ways to encourage folks to visit Australia. In the coming weeks ten people, including me, will travel there to cross off Life List goals and meet some of our favorite Aussie bloggers. (Hi, Pip!)

But! What about you? What if you want to ride a kangaroo while a didgeridoo sounds in the distance?

You Should Come Too

If you’d like a chance to win your own trip, because you’re canny like that, make a list of all the things you’d like to do and see in Australia — swimming with the fishes in the Great Barrier Reef, learning to butcher at Victor Churchill, touring Melbourne in a hot air balloon at sunrise, investigating whether Australian toilets really do flush backward.

Then tag your aspirational-Aussie goals #goaustralia on your Go Mighty profile. On November 1, Go Mighty will select one community member to travel with a friend to Australia. This is merit based, so do it up right by uploading fun photos with your goals, writing stories around why you want to do particular things, and setting goals that say something about who you are. Shine bright like a diamond, and so forth.

Let’s Fill a Plane on the Cheap

If Australia is on your list, but you’d like to visit with your whole family, or an entire small town, here’s how to get $200 off of each ticket:

If 332 of us promise to visit Australia in 2014, enough to fill an Air New Zealand Boeing 777-300 aircraft, it will trigger a $200-off discount code. Like a Groupon, but for koala hugging. Head to Go Mighty and click on Fill-A-Plane for all the info.

Come! We shall cuddle wallabies, barbecue in the middle of December, lasso crocodiles and have them pull our rowboats, then be reported missing on the evening news. Just like real Aussies.

Aussie slang prints by Droops Store.

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Sep 2 2013

It Never Rains in Seattle


I’m in Seattle. The coffee is really good here, and so is the weather. “It rains alllll the time! All of us are sad!

Please. I’m on to you, Washington.

I’m here for Bumbershoot, which is a music festival, and PAX, which is a gamer expo. The latter is a particular delight. Last night we were passing through a hotel lobby, and a group of attendees were getting up to leave. The front desk lady yelled, “WAIT! One of you forgot this,” and held aloft a giant inflatable sword. The group looked around confused, until one of them realized he was about to leave unarmed and ran over to claim it.


On the way out of dinner,  Jessie overheard a guy say, “Actually, she was originally a unicorn…” He was wearing a tail.

I like it here very much. Everyone should move to Seattle forthwith to enjoy the weather, coffee, and cosplay. Together we can drive up property values and begin to publicly complain about the weather, because you can’t possibly imagine how bad it is until you live here. No, really.

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Aug 8 2013

Go Travel: 10 Things To Do in Seattle, and Roooooad Trip

The last time I was in Seattle, I spent a lot of time in the company of bearded men. I’m driving back soon for Bumbershoot and PAX, so when Ella Dorband offered to put together her favorite stops for Go Mighty, we took her up on it.

10 Places You Should Visit in Seattle

Though I’ve been a few times, I still feel like a relative Seattle novice. So if you have any other Seattle musts, or anywhere you think I should stop along the way up the coast, please let me know in comments.

More From Go Travel:

See Brooklyn Like a Local
10 Things To Do In San Francisco
10 Things To Experience In Los Angeles

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Aug 7 2013

Small Differences Between Paris and Home

• Each egg in a dozen is stamped with an individual expiration date.

• It makes waiters happy when you linger over food.

• Overall, the men here seem very confident, almost arrogant. There’s a lack of hesitance that I find startling. As a woman walking alone on the street, they look you up and down, ask you to go for coffee at the slightest provocation (like say, accidental eye contact), and all of them talk about romance. The cab driver, “Paris is for romance!” The shop owner, “Are you married? Paris is for romantic!” The waiter sets my paté down, and indicates that the chef has arranged two half-slices of baguette in the shape of a heart, “We are so romantic!” he jokes. Then he sets down an extra set of silverware, and says, “It might be too much food for one” and raises his eyebrows.

• The people on the crosswalk signs are slimmer.

• It’s been so long since I’ve seen colored toilet paper, I forgot it existed. The rolls in our first Paris apartment are pink.

• Parisians entertain at home. I return to the apartment Friday night to a fuzz of American pop songs. The complex windows are lit up, with Parisians perched on the sills of a dozen small parties, blowing cigarette smoke into the night air.

• In couple grocery stores I frequent, the items at the back of the store are dramatically cheaper (like three to four times less expensive) than identical items at the front. I suspect this is for tourists who just stop in to grab something for a picnic, versus natives who shop there for groceries.

• For the most part, men wear clothes that fit them. What’s more, men wear their clothing tight, and women wear their clothing loose. (Though, I’ve seen six or seven pregnant women, and all of them were wearing tight dresses. Also, all of them looked to be in their forties.) No one seems to know how to wear sneakers — all attempts I see are awkward and seem to be trying too hard. The shoes are too new, or have slim laces, but most often the problem is men wearing them with dress socks. No one carries messenger-style bags here.

• They take more time with flowers here, and they’re much more affordable. The bouquets in street stalls are gorgeous, and roses are less hybridized. They smell like roses, and each one looks different, like roses you’d find growing on a bush in your grandma’s backyard.

• The inexpensive cheese, chocolate, and wine in the local shops, are still pretty damn good.

• Regular Goldfish crackers have a weird flavored powder on them, like Doritos.

• Hot cocoa is chocolate melted in warm milk.

• There’s often no salt or pepper on the table.

• People don’t seem to keep much ice in their freezers, perhaps because of space? One tiny tray of cubes in both the apartments I rent.

• Pharmacists can make an initial diagnosis and give you medicine.

• People don’t really pull over for ambulances  (which have a different siren than in San Francisco). At most, they sort of stop where they are and let the ambulance go around. More than anything else, this mystifies me.

• There are many more women and children on motorcycles.

• The children’s books are gorgeous here. Many more pop-ups, better quality paper.

• People switch in and out of languages in casual conversation. Speaking French, then perhaps quoting a movie line or song lyric in flawless American-accented English.

• For the most part, they lack tattoos. In the fashion-forward parts of town, I can tell who the New Yorkers are because they have tattoos.

• People tend not to wear fabric with a pattern unless it’s on a scarf. Monotone clothes are much more the usual here.

• According to the bartender at the American bar across the street, it’s tough to get a good cocktail unless it’s rum based, and no one knows what Tiki is.

• People are so quiet; it’s a delight. They talk softly, and set things down softly. My waitress startles and apologizes profusely for accidentally setting a plate down too hard and making a noise slightly louder than the tone of  conversation in a cafe full of people.

• People watching is nearly a competitive sport. If the weather is passable, the tables inside restaurants are empty. Everyone sits at the sidewalk tables, openly gawking at passersby. There seems to be a tacit agreement that people at cafe tables can stare, while people walking by on the sidewalk should go about their business and only take casual note of the thirty or so people staring at them. Walkers take a cursory glance to see if there’s anyone they know, and in the happy circumstance that there is, walkers stop and join their friends for drinks. Conversations stops when a beautiful woman walks past. Both genders go quiet and stare.

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