Tuesday, February 26, 2013

Hobo Chic

As a recent new hire to several new internships, I've set about on a mission to update and "professionalize" my wardrobe. The fashion word seems to have changed dramatically during my recent hiatus (I swear I spend the most money on food these days... lots of food). I stepped into Urban Outfitters just the other day (maybe that was my first mistake, assuming that I could find something there?) and let me just say, they are going to a place that I don't think I can follow. What happened Urban, you used to have a nice selection of decent clothes that weren't shredded, ripped, revealing, etc and now I don't even recognize you anymore. As Macklemore says "yo...that's $50 for a t-shirt."

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Why are clothes so darn expensive? Especially ones that look like you could've gotten them at a thriftshop (which for a place like Urban, I guess is the appeal/look they're going for??). I'm sorry but if I want something that looks used, I will go to Goodwill, straight to the source my friend. I also find it extremely ironic that for a store that seems to be targeting "hipsters," who put such great store in originality and bucking trends, that people are going to buy your products en masse simply to achieve a look. It's like gothic kids shopping at Hot Topic; if you are all getting your duds from the same store, you aren't original.

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I've been trying to justify buying quality over quantity and maybe shelling out more for something that is well constructed and will last me a long time...but seriously $40 for a blouse?! I'm a broke ass-grad student who just can't swing that.

Sunday, February 17, 2013

Soap for the Globe

Derrik Kayongo is perhaps the coolest man I've ever met. In walks in this self-proclaimed "flamboyant, ridiculous" man clad in a mustard yellow fitted suit, purple patterned shirt with a paisley patterned fedora. And before I go any further this man is completely heterosexual, there's no doubt, has a wife and 2 kids, but has the style of someone who appreciates fine fashion as well as philanthropy.

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Derrick Kayongo was my class' guest speaker for the day, and the amount of personality an enthusiasm he brought into the room more than made up for his tardiness. He's a former Ugandan refugee who used to work at CARE and is now the co-founder of the Global Soap Project, an NGO that recycles the 5 million pounds of soap that US hotels throw away each year and turns them into sanitary and reusable bars for refugees and the poor in over 28 countries worldwide. He spent 60,000 of his own money (after a failed attempt to reboil soap in a crockpot in his basement--who knew you shouldn't add water to soap...) on a special machine that is more legit and efficient than any crockpot; it was a move he says he and his wife may still be arguing over (you know, the whole taking 60k out of your savings account and not telling your spouse about it). But he's so passionate and enthusiastic about the project that you can't stay mad at him for long.

Why not just buy soap from Ugandans to give to Ugandans you may ask? Because, as Derrick explained, over 80% of the soap used in places like Uganda comes from China anyway, and we know a Chinese factory isn't going to just give soap away for free now. A majority of soap is indeed freely given, while the rest is sold to the small percentage of people in the country who can afford it, allowing fot some sustainability to the project. And when you see how rates of transmission for things like typhoid and cholera in refugee camps are cut by essentially 100% you see that there's a method to his madness.

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He left us with some final words about NGOs in general: that there are so many of them, sometimes they end up doing more harm then good. When a disaster strikes and every Tom, Dick and Harry (his words not mine) decides to go to Haiti and help, without ever having been there and not really knowing the country or the needs of the people, well essentially there are too many cooks in the kitchen. I think you see this all the time, even when you're in college; there are so many philanthropies and clubs that do good works, that the money gets spread so thin. I was shocked to see that Invisible Children, who raises money to send kids to school, essentially did the same thing as Building Tomorrow, the club I was in (which was to raise money to build schools in Uganda). Imagine how much more of an impact you would have and how much more money you'd raise if those 2 organizations were combined into one; instead there's this philanthropy fatigue and you essentially find yourself competing for donations (which when you think about it really sucks). In addition, NGOs aren't accountable to anyone, so they are often able to push political agendas, to the detriment of places like Haiti.

So I'm going to leave this incredibly long winded post with a request. Click on this link and read the words of this inspiring man yourself; it's a short article written by Kayongo about how success is most often preceded by failure, simple and inspiring words by a not so simple and inspiring man.

Thursday, February 14, 2013

Oops

Some technical difficulties regarding my last post. My bad peeps! Most of the time I feel good about what I post, but I wasn't feeling this one so much, so I decided to pull it. Thanks for understanding and so sorry for any confusion.

Because it's Valentine's Day

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Friday, February 8, 2013

The Best City for Dating...

...is Atlanta?! So says this report by Men's Health magazine (which I can't tell if it's saying Atlanta is the best city for dating in general or is more online dating oriented). Either one makes me want to roll my eyes a little. But hey, maybe I should just give this city the benefit of the doubt?

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Atlanta is divided into little neighborhood sub-pockets. Little 5 Points is where all the hipsters are, Buckhead is the financial/bro-type district, Midtown is home to the clubs with cover charges, Decatur is more family oriented (though home to one of my new favorite bars), while the Highlands is where I generally roam. There are so many bars though, and where you go is going to depend on what you are looking for (food, fun, dancing, mingling). I admit, I'm not really used to the different "types" of bars; I'm coming from a college town where, while there were a good number of establishments, were all pretty homogenous, so this neighborhood/different scenes available has taken some time for adjustment.

While I've enjoyed going to more hipster bars like Church, I'm generally not as attracted to those more eclectic types of fellows; Buckhead with its bros is sadly what I'm used to and where I feel comfortable, but what obviously didn't work for me in college is not going to work for me now. College has conditioned me to be attracted to these bro-ish types, basically because they were the only type around, and while I appreciate a clean cut hombre, I don't appreciate the attitude that generally comes with it. Now, it's about continuing to explore what's out there (because in a city of 4 million people, I'm pretty sure I have at least semi-decent odds of meeting someone nice), and maybe (ok most definitely) pushing myself to venture out of my comfort zone. The adage "practice makes perfect" definitely has come in handy, and as my mingling skills have increased, so has my confidence.

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Monday, February 4, 2013

Don't worry, be happy

I came across this article last night written by a lady on a quest to pick herself up out of her bad mood and find happiness in everyday life. The source of that spark of happiness came from a neighborhood potbellied pig who at the time of their encounter was joyously running around in the rain (for some context part of the source of this lady's slump/bad mood was that it had been raining everyday for the past 2 months).

Essentially the nature of the article is how to train yourself to be happy. Scientifically speaking, humans evolved during a time when we were hardwired to remember (and learn to avoid) fearful or unpleasant episodes. Obviously, forgetting all of the good times and just remembering everything terrible that's happened to you isn't good, turns you into a Scrooge. By consciously making an effort to acknowledge things that make you smile right when they're happening and remembering these bits of happiness later, you will help train your brain to overall be happier in general. Now I know that at times I can certainly be a Crabby Patty, so I think this will be good to start trying. It's very easy, especially nowadays, to get wrapped up in the stress that comes with school/work/relationships/etc. I'm going through one of those funks right now, where I have to shake off the post-holiday laziness and get back to business (all the while fighting off the homesickness that seems to be creeping up on me).

If you are having trouble recalling any happy images, especially because it's Monday, here are a few to get you started (and yes, I horde cute animal pictures):

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Friday, February 1, 2013

A 7 year... walk?

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Here's something that is so cool/amazing/adventurous, and yet another thing I wish that I could do if I was braver: http://www.outofedenwalk.com/. I will just let his website sum it up for you: 

"Over the next seven years, writer Paul Salopek will recreate that epic journey on foot, starting at our species’ birthplace in Ethiopia and ending at the southern tip of South America, where our forebears ran out of horizon."

That epic journey referring to our ancestors' migration millions of years ago when Alaska and Russia were still connected. Salopek has been dropped off in a village in Ethiopia and just set out walking. For the next 7 years. Did I mention he's walking? There are parts of it that I'd be a bit scared about, like walking through the Middle East (Iraq, Afghanistan, Pakistan don't scream hospitality to me). It also helps that he's a man on a peaceful mission. And he's the type of man who seems to be able to want to learn from and interact with as many people as possible. 

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I've always been drawn to these nomadic adventures; I know that as high maintenance and appreciative of creature comforts as I am that things like backpacking would never really work out. But I like the idea of just picking up and going somewhere new, and doing it in as simplistic a manner as possible. I always tell my friend Corey how much I admire him for going over to France and teaching English in Middle/High schools, especially because he ends his emails with: "this weekend I might not be able to Skype you because I might be going to Italy or Switzerland, haven't decided yet." So. Jealous. But alas, Atlanta is as far as I go for now, and, looking back (and considering the fact that I cried every day when my mom dropped me off for 2nd grade), I still marvel at the fact that I was able to make it this far.