Saturday, June 11, 2016

This Week on the Internet


I made this tart. It was awesome. Seriously awesome. But what less would you expect from a dessert with strawberries, cream cheese and cream? I've started this thing where I have the kids each pick a dinner and dessert for the week. Then they help me cook what they chose. That way they get to be involved in the kitchen, but it's one at a time so I'm not overwhelmed with helpers. It's been a delicious week.

Now onto the internet!

What happens to a woman's brain when she becomes a mother.

Which candidate fits most closely with your views? This quiz was great and eye-opening for me. It's so easy to get caught up in the personalities of the candidates (which is an important aspect, yes) that it's easy to miss what they actually stand for. I know who I'm voting for. :) Reminds me of this great clip from  30 rock.

Another emphasis on the importance of viewing failure as a learning opportunity as an important mindset in parenting.

Yesterday I was talking to Russell about how I hope for my kids to not grow to be naively and blindly confident, but aware of life's greys and open to trying their best to navigate them. It reminds me of this great quote (and essay) by David Whyte on vulnerability:
Vulnerability is not a weakness, a passing indisposition, or something we can arrange to do without, vulnerability is not a choice, vulnerability is the underlying, ever present and abiding undercurrent of our natural state. To run from vulnerability is to run from the essence of our nature, the attempt to be invulnerable is the vain attempt to become something we are not and most especially, to close off our understanding of the grief of others. More seriously, in refusing our vulnerability we refuse the help needed at every turn of our existence and immobilize the essential, tidal and conversational foundations of our identity. ... The only choice we have as we mature is how we inhabit our vulnerability, how we become larger and more courageous and more compassionate through our intimacy with disappearance, our choice is to inhabit vulnerability as generous citizens of loss, robustly and fully, or conversely, as misers and complainers, reluctant and fearful, always at the gates of existence, but never bravely and completely attempting to enter, never wanting to risk ourselves, never walking fully through the door.
Science compared every diet and the winner is real food "If you eat food direct from nature," Katz added, "you don’t even need to think about this. You don't have to worry about trans fat or saturated fat or salt—most of our salt comes from processed food, not the salt shaker. If you focus on real food, nutrients tend to take care of themselves." Can I have an amen?

I keep thinking about this article and the things we do and say to each other: Why your fat friend doesn't need your health concern and what to do instead. I keep thinking about this one.  "Over time, I’ve come to understand why. Nearly every conversation about fatness is a conversation about weight loss — one that considers all of us part of the same precarious circumstance. According to those anxiety-soaked conversations, we’re all perpetually teetering on the edge of becoming fat. Keeping fat at bay is like a foreign threat that’s turned internal, a Red Scare in our own bodies. One false move, one indulgent meal, one day without vigilant terror could lead any one of us to become fat." Once again an example of what we say and think about each other really says more about us than those around us. Speaking of, this is relevant and hilariously true.

This DIY mobile home inside a van is awesome and beautiful. I love seeing how people make stuff.

I love love love this quote from Roald Dahl. Reminds me of something my dad always says, that people over 50 are responsible for their face. Meaning that the choices we make over time accumulate and can be seen in our countenances, wrinkles be damned.

Finally: Passive Aggressive Notes Neighbor Edition, It's the little things that make parenting worth it, and Seen at the vet.

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