Justin has recently discovered the internet.
Although he successfully managed thousands of grassroots groups for the presidential campaign via the internet, he is honestly a grandpa in terms of knowing “what’s happening” online. He is totally unaware of anything viral unless I send it to him, and under no circumstances has he ever stumbled upon anything on his own. If he is sending me a link, it is an article from the Times that he read via iPhone on the train. But in the last 24 hours, something nutty has happened. He took a break from the textbooks for once and has visited and read most of the following sites:
Postcards from Yo Mama
F*** You, Penguin
Photobomb
Emails from Crazy People
Morons with Signs
This is all very new to him and he is enjoying himself immensely. Welcome to the entertaining world of the interwebs, sir.
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I have been craving oatmeal cream pies for days. Last night I decided to give in. Justin went to the store on a mission for them, but couldn’t find them anywhere. Being a wise husband, he brought home the closest thing he could think of to satisfy the craving. Oatmeal raisin cookies and a can of whipped cream. Brilliant.
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Last year I hosted my first Thanksgiving and made my first turkey. Word got out and this year it is happening again at our apartment with about 15 people. Should be fun/interesting!
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I may have an internet addiction. I recently talked to one of my creative directors at work who is thinking of starting a blog and was looking for my opinion. One of his projects might be about giving up PS3 for 30 days and then writing each day instead. I wondered what I might do with myself if I got off the internet when I wasn’t sitting at my desk at work. I should really try this and see where it goes. Have you ever thought about cutting down on your online hours?
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Speaking of doing something with myself, I am asked by an increasing amount of people if I want to be a photographer. They ask if I will pursue it as a career. My answer is always no, because I just do it for fun and if I get paid, I am afraid it will be “work”. I have a variety of other excuses about needing more equipment and not really being formally trained beyond a few b/w film classes in high school and college. But just last week, after one of these conversations, I started to think about what might happen if I did take my own art a little more seriously. What would happen if I put some major heart into it? I am kind of curious now.
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Although they were far from glamorous, I kind of miss the photo shoots that I used to be part of at my old job.
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Candy corn is gross. And yet, I still eat it whenever I am offered it. Do not want.
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Have I mentioned my internet addiction? I am subscribed to over 80 websites and blogs through google reader. If I don’t read them for ONE DAY, then there will be hundreds of updates sitting there. I also read mom blogs. I am not a mom. What the hell?
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I am about to eat ANOTHER oatmeal raisin cookie with whipped cream.
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I used to be a dancer. I took ballet for about 11 years, but quite right after my first solo when I turned 18 and went to college. I miss it VERY MUCH, and can get a little teary eyed if I talk about it. Just last week, during a party at work, I was sipping a scotch on the rocks when the topic of ballet came up and I nearly lost it in front of my coworkers. I am getting a little misty typing this. Maybe I should sign up for adult classes at some point. Although the crying woman eating oatmeal cream pies in the corner of the classroom will not be pretty.
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Back in April, I posted this. I am happy to report that good things have indeed grown from that pile of garbage. People have safely landed in better spots than they started at. 
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