Stashbuster: Avogadro in Lapis and Mother-of-Pearl

I'm trying to go through my bead box and clear out old stuff so I can make room for new stuff. I've been throwing together bracelets like a fiend because they are perfect for stashbusting moderate amounts of stuff. In this case, I had some gorgeous lapis I acquired at a sweet price years ago, but never used! I tilt heavily towards warm colors, and while I love the dark, saturated color of lapis lazuli in theory, for years it just never matched anything else I had.

Avogadro's Number in lapis lazuli and mother-of-pearl

Between this and one other bracelet, I used up my supply in its entirety! And while I firmly believe that beads are better off in finished products than they are languishing in a supplies box, I'm a little bit sad that my lapis is all gone now! I'm tempted to add lapis to my "rotation," as it were. The question is, can I afford it?

Lapis lazuli beads from Beadgirlzboutique

A fifteen inch strand? Of 6mm lapis? For $8.95? Perhaps I can find room in my budget for lapis after all!

Music Monday: It's Always Fair Weather

I had It's Always Fair Weather in my movie collection for years (I'll buy anything with Gene Kelly's name on it), but never got around to watching it until a few days ago. What an underrated gem! This particular song struck me, as it's the rare Broadway-style ballad about friendship, rather than love. We need more songs about friendship!

No More Regretsy?!; 101 in 1001

I was tipped off by Michele over at artologica that Regretsy is closing down! While I'm bummed that there will no longer be fresh snarky commentary on awful Etsy garbage, I'm glad April Winchell is closing it because she's moving on to bigger and better things (and not because she had a health scare or got sued). Not every blog can last forever, after all. Also, I think I am in love with her:

The biggest threat to humour however, is relentless positivity; this knee-jerk response to lavish praise on anything made by hand. I guarantee that if I featured a wedding gown made out of tampons, someone would rave about how absorbent it was. 

On Etsy, everyone is as good at everything as everyone else. Nothing is special because everything is. Etsy users must say only nice things to each other, or risk being muted. You can't learn or improve if no one acknowledges that some things are less than perfect. More importantly, you can't laugh at yourself. And if you can't do that, you're screwed.

I'm sad to see her go, but I wish Ms. Winchell all the best in her life and career!

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It's Sunday, so you know what that means. Time to check up on my 101 in 1001 list!

Completed:

Since I last updated (a month ago?!), I have acquired two more nice, non-t-shirt tops. Pictures forthcoming?! (2 - 9)

I listed a whole week's worth of pieces on Etsy! I'll be sharing those periodically. (10 - 10)

I did calisthenics every morning for two weeks! (6 - 13)


In Progress:

I earned a few more grains in FreeRice. (12 - 7)


Failed:

None!

Rest of the list after the jump.

Science Saturday: I, Psychopath

My friend Theophanes  pointed me in the direction of the Australian filmmaker Ian Walker's documentary I, Psychopath. Walker follows and films Sam Vaknin, a self-proclaimed narcissist and potential psychopath, all over Europe, to study Vaknin's brain and personality. It's in ten minute clips on YouTube, but they are all readily available (and in order):



The good: I, Psychopath is well-paced and interesting.


The bad: They (deliberately, it seems) play fast and loose with "narcissist" and "psychopath," switching between the two with ease despite them being vastly different psychological concerns. Not surprising, since "psychopath" is much more of a hook than "narcissist."

Some of the film affects were also a bit cheesy and dated—wait for the CGI angel to float around in the green screen landscape behind Vaknin during voice over parts.

Also, as frustrating as working with Vaknin must have been for Walker, in places there is a lot of melodramatic, cringe-inducing "woe is me!" editorializing.


One interesting fact: A common trait among psychopaths is that they lack the neural capacity to process fear in the same way most people do. Evolutionary psychologists argue that fear is the beginning of empathy (to want to keep something bad from happening to other people, we need to first understand how bad feels by imagining how bad it would be for ourselves), and that without that fear it's much more difficult—almost impossible—to have a real sense of empathy.


Would recommend? Sure. There is definitely some footage of Vaknin being absolutely vile both to his wife and to Walker, which some people might find triggering or just unpleasant. Fair warning.

Foodie Friday: Peanut Butter Jelly Time!

I've learned to like (and love) a lot of things I'd never thought I'd even be able to tolerate. SPAM? Red chili pepper paste? Raw tomatoes? Bring it on! I WILL BURY YOU.

Sometimes, though, what you really need is an old favorite, one that'll never let you down. It's been there through all your bag lunches, all your starving college days, all your bad relationships. I'm talking about peanut butter and jelly, of course! It's also the perfect thing to get me through Snowmageddon Nemo that's due to hit tonight, which is why I thought it'd be a good entry for Foodie Friday.

So if you Google Image search for peanut butter and jelly, one result is this bland, nameless piece of stock photo:

Noticing this is kind of hypocritical, given my past rant about corporate shilling, but really—my peanut butter and preserves/jam have names, dammit! Those jars look so naked and empty without their labels!

With peanut butter, I've grown to be quite finicky. I mean really, aren't we all? Everyone has that one brand they grew up with and that's (pardon the pun) their jam. I don't know about you, but I could always tell if my mom didn't buy Skippy at the store. The odd lunch at someone else's house—at a party, a playdate, or at your babysitter's—was a total crapshoot because they didn't necessarily have the same peanut butter in their kitchen as your family did!

But like I've said, my tastes have also changed over the years, and one of the arenas where I've become MORE picky is my peanut butter. The first time I tried organic peanut butter, it was like a religious conversion. I refuse to have anything else except under the most dire of circumstances. The only thing that hasn't changed? My undying allegiance to creamy. Sorry, nuts! No crunchy in my sandwich!

Most of the time "organic" is thrown on as a useless sales label—"greenwashing," as they say—and I don't pay attention (or care). With peanut butter though, there is a world of difference. It actually tastes like peanuts, instead of almost-peanuts. Of course the organic peanut butters separate very easily, but that's a price I'm willing to pay (plus I just stick mine in the fridge).

That's not even my REAL point, though! Putting aside my paean to organic peanut butter (there is a pun there to be made, and if you can make it you're a better punster than me), did you know PB&J could be so diverse? The good people at BuzzFeed have assembled 55 different PB&J-based recipes! Here are the top three I'd like to try to make myself:

6. Peanut Butter & Jelly Skillet Monkey Bread

9. Peanut Butter & Jelly Oatmeal

54. Peanut Butter & Jelly "Chilly" Hot Dog

These all look delicious but also pretty easy—which is great because I'm lazy. There is another category, of course, and that's the top three I'd like to sample if someone ELSE made them:

28. Peanut Butter & Jelly Bread Braid

41. Peanut Butter & Jelly Alligator Tofu

(Minus the bacon, of course. I still hate bacon after all these years!)

42. Sticky Peanut Butter & Jelly Chicken Wings

Which recipes would you try? With what kind of peanut butter?

All my fellow northeasterners, stay warm and stay safe!

Disclosure, And A NSFW Rant

One of the things you hear a lot when you start a blog is to figure out your niche and: stay focused. Be professional. Be positive.

And well—the longer I have this blog, the longer I dislike that advice. I have my list of blog subscriptions, as do we all. They range from "pretty popular" to "small fry" to everything in between; they're about all kinds of subjects, because I'm interested in all kinds of things. The ones I enjoy the most cover a broad range of topics, but they all have one thing in common: they are personal. They are personal and they are authentic.

They also break those aforementioned rules. Sure, not all of them, and not all of the time, but they do. They stray from their stated purpose, they use some four-letter words, or they convey any emotion that isn't unflappable Pollyanna optimism.

So I've been at crossroads lately: do I want this blog to sell jewelry, or do I want this blog to share my writing? I love writing. I love words. I have another (private) blog that I've updated faithfully for almost  ten years now. I don't want to feel stifled by some sense that if I were a good blogger I would/wouldn't do X. I just want to answer to one standard only: am I writing something that I would want to read?

You won't notice it much, probably, but I will. So, to inaugurate this minor decision of mine, a rant that normally I may not have shared otherwise.

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I hate sports. I have come to grudgingly admit baseball into the cockles of my heart, but that's about it. Anything else could disappear tomorrow and I would not be able to muster the energy to give a single fuck. This goes doubly for football, a sport that often seems more like a religion than, well, religion. It doesn't come as a shock, then, that I didn't watch the Super Bowl. (And watching the Super Bowl "for the ads"? Are you bonkers? "Yes, I love these intrusions into my life, shrilly trying to sell me crap I don't need! Now that's entertainment!")

Except, of course, it was on the family TV during dinner, so I tuned out for a while and let the flickering squawk box wash over me.

And then the ad for GoDaddy came on.

I mean, I shouldn't be surprised, right? GoDaddy ads have been awful forever (so the Internet tells me), after all. But this was the first one I'd ever seen, since I avoid television, the Super Bowl, and advertising like the plague. It's a good thing, too, because if I didn't I'm sure my stress levels would be through the roof and I'd need to be on some hardcore hypertension medicine.

The ad, for those of you who missed it, was about how GoDaddy is somehow both smart and sexy: "smart" and "sexy" being represented by the most stereotypical of male computer nerds and Bar Refaeli, respectively. The punchline to this being that Refaeli and Jesse Heiman share a long, sloppy kiss that's clearly going for the gross-out factor, with sound effects and everything.

It blows my mind that enough people in GoDaddy's PR department seem to think their "let's keep offending people and objectifying women!" scheme is worth repeating year after year. I don't know the numbers; maybe it garners them sales. It won't from me (which is too bad because I'd like to get a real domain name registered for this blog). One short ad managed to:

• reinforce the long-running media notion of men as competent "doers" and women as passive window dressing;
• reinforce the long-running media image that only unbelievably attractive young women like Bar Refaeli exist in the media world;
• perpetuate the myth that women don't know anything about computers;
• perpetuate the myth that men who DO know a lot about computers are sloppy and unattractive;
• reinforce the cultural notion that people are gross and unattractive and don't deserve physical affection, or at least don't deserve it from people objectively hotter than themselves.

And God knows what else. I can't believe people still think this shit is a good idea. I can't believe that shit like this may actually be a good idea (in terms of generating revenue).

This was a terrible ad. GoDaddy either doesn't care about all the women who may want to register their  own domain names or fervently believes that they simply don't exist. Either way, GoDaddy won't be getting my money. The #NotBuyingIt campaign tells me Name.com is pretty good; I'll look into them, and it'd be great if you did, too.

Happy Groundhog Day!

Apologies for the absence; my laptop (Priscilla) needed a fixing. Actually, she still does, but it's more or less a cosmetic fix so I'm willing to live with it for a while.

I love Groundhog Day for a few reasons. First of all, it's totally ridiculous and I love that it's ridiculous. Groundhog Day is not a day that takes itself seriously. It's also the birthday of one of my good college friends (happy birthday, Aaron!). And finally, Groundhog Day is all about Pennsylvania's most renowned celebrity, Punxsutawney Phil. Sure, Phil's legacy did inspire some of the most annoying state lottery commercials of all time ("I'm Gus, the second most famous groundhog in Pennsylvania!"), but I still have a bit of dopey Pennsylvania pride left about him. While Ele from minouette may not state it outright in her description, I think we ALL know which groundhog this is in her awesome thermochromic* linocut...!

Groundhog Day Linocut With Disappearing Shadow by minouette

*the shadow is thermochromic ink that disappears when it's heated above 86* F/30* C