Good to read: In the Garden of Beasts. I breezed through The Devil in the White City over Christmas and was majorly impressed with the way Erik Larson writes historical nonfiction. He sets each scene incredibly well by providing a lot of fascinating context.
Good to watch: Beasts of the Southern Wild. I cannot get over how so young a girl can convey such grown-up emotion. Oh, my heart. Also, holy muscles.
Good to hear: I caught this on NPR's First Listen series this week - Jim James: Regions of Light and Sound of God. I listened twice - once at work and once at home. A couple tracks have stuck with me, namely "State of the Art" and "Actress."
Good to accomplish (Day Zero): Hello, boring: I finished a 360-count bottle of multivitamins. And I am now firmly in the habit of taking vitamins each morning, though I'm still not completely sold on whether it's a good practice for someone whose diet is pretty well-balanced. But the last time I went in for a haircut, my hair stylist pointed out how healthy my hair felt and asked if I had been taking vitamins. So I'll take that as a good sign. And I haven't really been sick in almost a year, aside from those times when I could tell my body was fighting off something and needed a little extra rest.
Good to try: Solid shampoo and conditioner. Namely this and this. My hair is incredibly soft and smells lovely. The benefit of these is less packaging than what you normally get with bottles, but I felt as though I negated that environmental benefit by having these shipped to me from Canada. Hm. However, the box came with detailed instructions on how to recycle it and the packaging contents therein. Two steps forward, one step back?
Good to avoid: Primetime TV. This week, out of curiosity I tried out a few minutes of a couple shows I'd heard about but never seen. "Here Comes Honey Boo Boo" was, by far, the most depressing of the lot. I watched a scene in which the dad brings home a squealing pig. They put the pig on the kitchen table and watch it defecate. Moments later, Honey Boo Boo and the mom expose their bellies, grab their jiggle and make their belly buttons talk. All this before the commercial break. Next was an MTV show called Catfish, based on the movie of the same name, all about exposing people who have portrayed themselves quite inaccurately on the internet, specifically on dating sites. I want to cry for having typed any of this paragraph. Never again.
Good to dream: One night I bookmarked a bunch of Air B&B stays near hot springs/ski resorts. This one looks nice.
Good to visit: All of these photos were taken at Bowl & Pitcher. I'd never visited during the winter before and it was a lovely site.
Good to avoid: Primetime TV. This week, out of curiosity I tried out a few minutes of a couple shows I'd heard about but never seen. "Here Comes Honey Boo Boo" was, by far, the most depressing of the lot. I watched a scene in which the dad brings home a squealing pig. They put the pig on the kitchen table and watch it defecate. Moments later, Honey Boo Boo and the mom expose their bellies, grab their jiggle and make their belly buttons talk. All this before the commercial break. Next was an MTV show called Catfish, based on the movie of the same name, all about exposing people who have portrayed themselves quite inaccurately on the internet, specifically on dating sites. I want to cry for having typed any of this paragraph. Never again.
Good to dream: One night I bookmarked a bunch of Air B&B stays near hot springs/ski resorts. This one looks nice.
Good to visit: All of these photos were taken at Bowl & Pitcher. I'd never visited during the winter before and it was a lovely site.
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