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maybe she's born with it

"Some people come to New York to achieve fabulousness; some come and find fabulousness thrust upon them. . . .

'There was  a time when, as long as you brought the party, nothing else mattered,' said Charlie Brown, a hairstylist who, despite his own crew cut, often coifs his friends to go out clubbing. 'That's what's changed about night life. People got jaded and bored with what was going on. You need to get people excited, and dressing up is something that can get people going.'

Despite their devotion to fashion, the party hoppers of the last decade who went to club nights like Misshapes were pretty low-key; their signature look was skinny jeans, a designer T-shirt and bangs in their eyes. Now, with even middle-of-the-road young people dressing more smartly, that look is changing. The last year saw rumblings of a return of club-kid finery and the kinds of madcap outfits that were a mainstay of the 1980s and early 1990s nightclub scene."

- "Dress Codes: Going Gaga" (NYTimes)

i miss having a tv in my room

"Chloe Sladden, director of media partnerships for Twitter, said sites like Twitter let people feel plugged in to a real-time conversation. 

'In the future, I can't imagine a major event where the audience doesn't become part of the story itself,' Ms. Sladden said."

- "Water-Cooler Effect: Internet Can Be TV's Friend" (NYTimes)

But wait. Isn't that the whole idea behind shows like American Idol?

can you hear me now

Today, my friend expressed a wish that she could send texts with her voice talking instead of typed words. We informed her that that is called a phone call. MLIA

10 Reasons to Avoid Talking on the Phone (via The Oatmeal)

you even set my world into motion

It feels wrong that today is Saturday when this entire week so far has felt like a 7-day weekend. But it's been exactly what I've needed--good people, good food, good music, good weather.

twenty-one, time for fun

When do I become old enough for my life to start happening?

I'm tired of this waiting game.

you can't make this kind of stuff up

"Karaoke-related killings are not limited to the Philippines. In the past two years alone, a Malaysian man was fatally stabbed for hogging the microphone at a bar and a Thai man killed eight of his neighbors in a rage after they sang John Denver’s 'Take Me Home, Country Roads.' Karaoke-related assaults have also occurred in the United States, including at a Seattle bar where a woman punched a man for singing Coldplay’s 'Yellow' after criticizing his version.

Still, the odds of getting killed during karaoke may be higher in the Philippines, if only because of the ubiquity of the pastime. Social get-togethers invariably involve karaoke. Stand-alone karaoke machines can be found in the unlikeliest settings, including outdoors in rural areas where men can sometimes be seen singing early in the morning. And Filipinos, who pride themselves on their singing, may have a lower tolerance for bad singers.

Indeed, most of the 'My Way' killings have reportedly occurred after the singer sang out of tune, causing other patrons to laugh or jeer.

'The trouble with 'My Way,''said Mr. Gregorio, 'is that everyone knows it and everyone has an opinion.'

- "Sinatra Song Often Strikes Deadly Cord" (NYTimes)

chicks over dicks

Thanks to simple laws of supply and demand, it is often the women who must assert themselves romantically or be left alone on Valentine’s Day, staring down a George Clooney movie over a half-empty pizza box.

- "The New Math On Campus" (NYTimes)

i've been meaning to eat healthier since i was 13

College has made me realize that my diet consists of three food groups: carbs, sugar, and caffeine. This can't be good for me.

Extra motivation: spring break is in one month!

active quads

"Your automatic breath is your friend and comforter. Get to know her. Invite her in for tea. Listen to her stories. She may seem boring at first, but I predict that soon she'll seem wise and loving."

- my $36.58 yoga textbook

I love that all I do in class now is dance, stretch, listen to music, or watch movies. But it makes taking my "homework" seriously very hard sometimes.

everybody on your dick

"Sistas are just as fulla ish as the brothas are."

- an audience member at the "No Homo: Masculinity in Hip-Hop and Beyond" panel discussion

bucket list

1. Sri Lanka

2. Patagonia Wine Country

3. Seoul

4. Mysore

5. Copenhagen

6. Koh Kood

7. Damascus

8. Cesme

9. Antarctica

10. Leipzig

11. Los Angeles

12. Shanghai

13. Mumbai

14. Minorca

15. Costa Rica

16. Marrakesh

17. Las Vegas

18. Bahia

19. Istanbul

20. Shenzhen

21. Macedonia

22. South Africa

23. Breckenridge

24. Montenegro

25. Vancouver Island

26. Colombia

27. Kitzbühel

28. Norway

29. Gargano

30. Kuala Lumpur

31. Nepal

- "The 31 Places to Go in 2010" (NYTimes)

peer pressure

"'More insecurity equals more product need, equals more opportunity for marketers,' said Kit Yarrow, a professor of psychology and marketing at Golden Gate University."

- "Masculinity in a Spray Can" (NYTimes)

walking in a winter wonderland

I love how campus looks blanketed in snow, but I hate how the state of North Carolina is completely paralyzed by having not even a foot of white fluff on the ground.

sequins, striped fingernails, and a chance of snow

"Dress up as something that starts with 'S'" party + "Whiteout" party at Parizades (aka DTD's Iced Out, Part II)

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My favorite animal: the snow leopard.

Thank you, Rodarte for Target.

l'enfer, c'est les autres

"That's the whole trouble. You can't ever find a place that's nice and peaceful, because there isn't any. You may think there is, but once you get there, when you're not looking, somebody'll sneak up and write 'Fuck you' right under your nose."

- J. D. Salinger

my kind of exercise

“What yoga teachers do and what chefs do is not so different,” [yoga teacher David Romanelli] said. “We take everyday actions like moving and eating, and slow you down so you can appreciate them.” Achieving stillness and peace amid the distractions of life, he said, has always been the higher goal of yoga.

Back at the Exhale studio, wandering among the supple bodies of his acolytes, Mr. Romanelli talked about his recent embrace of the Slow Food movement and his dreams of returning American yogis to what he describes as the happy, prelapsarian state of 1995. “Remember before you had your first e-mail address or your first cellphone,” he said. “Don’t you think that your food tasted better back then?”

- "When Chocolate and Chakras Collide" (NYTimes)

In Thailand, there were all these advertisements for "purification" retreats in the mountains, where essentially you go up a mountain, live in total seclusion in this Camp of Peace, and do nothing but yoga and eat organic, fresh food.

Though Duke's campus is pretty mountain-less, I enrolled this semester in a yoga course (which I immediately go from to an African Tech Dance class -- a surprisingly exhausting Tues/Thurs schedule). My new goal is to build up enough strength and endurance so that I don't completely embarrass myself when I go to one of these "Yoga for Foodies" classes. Because I am so going to one at some point in my life.

the beginning of the beginning

On the last day of classes last semester, a fellow senior made the astute observation that second semester was the beginning of every single senior-attended event being graced by That Person who will remind us that, "Guuuuuuys, this is the last time we'll ever _________."

Not to be That Person or anything, but it hit me today--my last bid day--that I can barely remember what it was like to be a freshman, when everything was a First instead of a Last. I vaguely remember feeling lost as a freshman from not knowing any of the girls around me, who were all of a sudden "my sisters." I remember seeing how close everyone else in the sorority was with each other. I remember thinking how much older everyone else looked/thought/acted.

Sorority recruitment is always an event that I love and hate and hate loving and love hating; but when it comes down to it, recruitment is really 50% for the freshmen and 50% for the upperclassmen, in my opinion. For those 2 weeks I may feel like I attend an all-women's college, but--given how catty and petty women can be--it could be worse. A fellow Alpha Phi, during a long day last weekend, commented on how she had only received texts from approximately two people that entire day, which to her seemed strange... until she realized that basically all her friends had been locked into the same room with her for the past 12 hours.

All of it has made me realize that, though I've never considered myself a College Sorority Girl, I will always talk about how I was in a sorority in college, regardless of the stigma it might initially attach to me.

je veux ton amour

My favorite from Google's "Search On" campaign.

marco island: not the jersey shore