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:
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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