Friendship

“You’ve got an emergency. Who would you call at four in the morning, knowing they would get out of bed and do whatever they could to help you? Those are your friends. That reduces your Christmas-card list a lot.”

Piers Morgan

Damn.

I’m curious, do you have a metric like this around friendship? How does a friend become a friend?

Housekeeping Question

Hello! Remember last year when I was doing my charity:water fundraising for Camp Mighty? If you donated with the notation “Maggie Mason finds me attractive” and sent me your address, you should have received a letter from me — or a package if you donated over $100. A reader mentioned that she hadn’t received hers in comments, and I want to make sure no one else fell through the cracks. If you should have received something from me but didn’t, will you please drop me a line (and include your address) at maggie at mighty girl dot com? Thanks.

For the third year, Camp Mighty attendees, including me, are raising $20K for charity:water before we meet up. If you’d like to donate this year, you can do that here. Just add “Mighty Girl” to the notation field so we know where you came from. And thank you, nice person.

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.
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Life List Inspiration from Go Mighty

Life List Inspiration from Go Mighty

Photo by Sharon who wants to enjoy every moment of her life in NYC. You can see more photos from her latest adventure at 5 Pointz here. Worth it.

I like the way Liz is using Go Mighty to keep track of this goal.

Bonnie is taking this on Haruki Murakami-style.

I love it when being a part of Go Mighty leads to an in real life collaboration. Megan and Amy met up in Chicago to cross something off their Life Lists. The outing involved chickens and a local celebrity.

August, you’re off to a good start.

If you’re not a member of Go Mighty, our Life List community, don’t be shy. Invitations are issued within 24 hours of sign up.

Life List Inspiration from Go Mighty

Thanks to Bonnie for sharing photographs from the celebration in Oakland following last week’s Supreme Court decision to reverse DOMA.

Susan Hall is traveling to Afghanistan this fall for a really interesting photo project.

Dog hair sticks to polaroid photos and other wisdom shared by my friend Anna Beth who just reached the end of a six month long project.

Sara’s Craigslist purchase would make Gutenberg proud.

Annie is bringing her childhood sketches to life.

Congrats to MacKensie, the winner of the $500 grant from Rivet And Sway. MacKensie is an archaeologist who wants to participate in a dig on every continent. She’s crossed two continents off of her list already: North America and Asia.

If you’re not a member of Go Mighty yet, come hang out. We’re still technically in beta, but invitations go out within about 24 hours after your initial request, so don’t be shy.

 

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This is me eating salami and tiny pickles on my balcony in Barcelona.

On the taxi ride in from the airport, I kept thinking, “I’m in Spain. I’m in Spain!” Then I got to my apartment address, and it didn’t exist. And my phone didn’t work. And my laptop was dead.

So this guy in a shop across the street from the pretend address sees me with my suitcase and pre-cry face and waves me over. He helps me get online, then call my landlord, who has mistakenly listed an address one number off.

Everything is cleared up, and I’m so relieved! So I grin and thank the shop guy profusely, and he hugs me and kisses my cheek, friendly style, then tries to kiss my mouth, friendlier style. Ah man, why you gotta go creepy, creepy shop guy? Please stop being the worst, when you were so recently the best!

I twisted away and ran-walked out of the creeper shop, and after I got into the apartment I went for a walk on Las Ramblas street. Every few feet there was a toy vendor shooting these glowing helicopter toys into the sky.

They look like giant, futuristic fireflies — an effect enhanced by their tendency to stick in the tree branches arching over the street. And if you look up the avenue, you can see dozens of them shooting into the branches or floating back down.