missed connections

I’m loving Sophie Blackall’s “Missed Connections” blog.  Great concept, great illustrations!  I personally have never had a missed connection.

SOPHIE BLACKALL
BROOKLYN, NEW YORK
Messages in bottles, smoke signals, letters written in the sand; the modern equivalents are the funny, sad, beautiful, hopeful, hopeless, poetic posts on Missed Connections websites. Every day hundreds of strangers reach out to other strangers on the strength of a glance, a smile or a blue hat. Their messages have the lifespan of a butterfly. I’m trying to pin a few of them down.
-m4w – 28
Not only did you introduce me to the wonderful world of knitting, I quickly found myself smitten with you after chatting for a few minutes. Despite you mentioning you had a boyfriend, I can only hope he is terminally ill so that I’ll get a shot at knitting something for you one day.
You were one of the warmest people I’ve met on a subway at 2am, and a reminder why I love this city.

– w4m – 23 (Hoboken, NJT station)
I just wanted to say thank you for offering to help carry my little orangey/pink suitcase. It really meant a lot because I was having a really terrible day.
-Half asian girl in the green shirt

sorry your bike got stolen. its beautiful. when some guy offered it to me for 40 bucks, i didnt even think twice. i was drunk, missing my bike and figured if not me, someone else would buy it anyways. also, my bike got stolen last week. who knows, maybe you bought it for 40 bucks from some guy on the street. so if you see me riding it, feel free to say hey. maybe we could trade back. if not, you can buy it from me for 40 bucks. id buy my old bike back for 40 bucks. it was way more comfortable than this one.

– m4w – (greenpoint)
asked myself why the letter ‘n’ all night long, then you were gone before i got a chance to ask. also, i saved you a piece of cake.
do you always sit in a circle of asian girls? and sit at the top of the stairs so everyone gets a crush on you when they get to the roof?

learn something everyday

Literally.  Every single day.  By clicking HERE

I guess I could try an apple with my coffee, but I’m not ready to trade.

WHAT!? Um… that is not ok.

And now for my personal favorite…

As one who has been prone to using bears as an analogy for race/colorism in humans, I look at this as a perfect analogy of the “We’re all descendants of people from Africa” fact.  So, even the “white” people are technically “black” at their core. Am I making any sense here?

time wasting experiment

I’m not sure why I like this so much.  I think I’d be horrified if I kept track of all of the time (and energy) I waste in this manner…

Since January 2009 I’ve been tracking my wasted time. Sometimes I make these letterpress prints in commemoration of this. If you also waste time, tell me how and for what duration and maybe I’ll commemorate yours, too.- Alyson Provax

fun website alert

www.onesentence.org

One Sentence - True stories, told in one sentence.

One Sentence is an experiment in brevity. Most of the best stories that we tell from our lives have one really, really good part that make the rest of the boring story worth it.

This is about that one line.

This is about telling the most interesting or poignant story possible in the least amount of words.

This is about small bite-sized pieces of extraordinary lives and ordinary lives alike… the happy, the sad, the funny, the depressing.


My 8-year-old sister proudly declared that she knows that “WTF” means “Wow, That’s Funny” and has been using it all over the internet.

I couldn’t help but smile as my third grader threw the ball through the hoop and yelled, ”Touchdown!”

Only after stepping on a lego in the middle of the night and ignoring the pain in order not to wake up the little princess I was carrying to bed did I realize that I was really a dad and not just a father.

A man was abusing his dog so I stole the dog, got arrested and fought a legal battle, and now every night when the dog jumps in bed with me I know it was worth it.

When I was 5 or so my mom would tell me to lie down before she tied my tie and I just now realized at the age of 19 that she did this because she’s a funeral director.

I knew God had a sense of humor when I hesitantly answered the ringing K-Mart payphone, only to hear my best friend, who had misdialed my home phone number, on the other end.

Today you shaved your hair into a mohawk to make my mom laugh over losing hers to chemo and today I realized that you are my hero.

When asked to name the one person absent from her life that she missed the most, she responded, “The person I hoped I’d be by this point in my life.”

I conduct job interviews for a living and nothing gives me a better sense of wielding karma than giving the job to the nervous kid instead of the better qualified arrogant prick.

As I woke up from my nap to find written on my feet “This is my momma and you can’t have her,” I realized that my child is very, very strange.

I know 18 digits of pi and can recite the quadratic equation, but I still need to make an L with my hand to find out where left is.

Supporting gay rights does not make me a lesbian any more than supporting the civil rights movement made my mother black, you idiot.

weheartit.com

In case you hadn’t noticed, I spend a lot of time surfing the internets and I easily become addicted to entertaining websites. Thank goodness the addictions are usually short-lived.  Here’s the latest: http://weheartit.com/.  I’m still not exactly sure how it works just yet, but there are SO many fun things to look at.  This is the first picture I saw on there…

snow white wardrobeIt was love at first sight! I have a little confession to make…. I LOVE Snow White!! She’s my favorite Disney character. It’s always felt a little “wrong” for me as a (formerly) one-dropped biracial girl to love someone named Snow White. Identity issues much? I don’t think so, but I assumed everyone else would.

Fmylife

My Twistori obsession has subsided and I am now fond of wasting my time at Fmylife.com.  I’m still flying high from the news in yesterday’s post, so I’m not feeling particularly schadenfreude-istic right now.  That being said, I still get a kick out of FML.

According to the site…

Fmylife.com contains a daily dose of short anecdotes, based on a simple recipe: in a few sentences, users can tell everyone the shitty moment which ruined their day. These short stories must begin with “Today” and end with “FML”. On top of being a huge release for the person telling their story, delightfully proving that “f*** ups” happen to everybody every day, fmylife.com also aims to be funny for everyone involved, as well as a way to share your misfortunes with other unlucky individuals, bearing in mind that self deprecation and a sense of irony are essential!

Many of them cause me to lol and smh.  Here are a few random fmls.

Today, while at the Golden Gate Bridge, I spotted a large group of asians trying to take a picture. Trying to be a diplomat, I slowly say “You... want me... take picture?” while using hand motions. The man looks at me and says “No thanks asshole. I got it.” in plain english. FML

Today, I was mowing the lawn of my brand new house, located in a very nice neighborhood (I am a hispanic male), and a lady in her nice white cadillac drove up and asked me, in extremely broken spanish, if I could mow her lawn too. FML

Today, the girl whom I have loved for 4 years told me that she loved me too and would like to spend her life with me. This was before she told me that God did not want us to be together. FML

Today, at lunch I ordered a coke. The waiter replied “diet coke?” and I corrected him saying, “No, regular coke.” He shook his head and said again, “diet coke.” FML

Today, I babysat for two little girls, who wanted to play ‘mermaids’. I smiled, and said that I would love to play with them. The older girl laughed, saying “You can’t be a mermaid. Mermaids are pretty.” FML

Today, I got a letter from Princeton that said i got accepted. I jumped for joy screaming at the top of my lungs.My little brother walks in laughing with his camcorder on record. He played a joke on me and gave me the real letter. I was denied. FML

Today, I texted my college boyfriend to tell him how terrible I felt about cheating. He replied saying he was so relieved because he had been cheating on me with a girl in his dorm. I was talking about my math exam. FML

 

mr-schadenfreude

If you’re feeling blue, check it out. Someone is bound to be having a worse day than you.