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Just when I think I can’t heart Sara Bareilles any more than I already do, she does this kick ass doo-wop cover of Single Ladies for BillBoard and I’m doubly smitten.

I’ve been a fan of Sara from way back, actually before she even had a record deal. My friend Mike went to college with her and we used to drive around LA in his convertible with the top down listening to her demo and fell in love with her voice and cheeky songs. I’m thrilled she’s found such success…and have already pre-ordered her new album. Have you?

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“ Eat Pray Love” is unlikely to change anybody’s life or even to provoke emotions anywhere near as intense as those experienced, early and late, by its intrepid heroine. Its span may be global, but its scope is modest, and it accepts a certain superficiality as the price of useful insight. Watch. Smile. Go home and dream of Brazilians in Bali. ”
— NYTimes Review of Eat, Pray, Love
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“ My mom was crying in the front seat and if you knew my dad you’d know he never goes above the speed-limit, it’s just like one of those “never happens” scenarios, which I would probably ascribe to the fact that his daily dose of Valium that he thought he was hiding so well from the rest of the family had been dumped down the drain earlier in the week and replaced with Blue M&M’s. My mom’s Prozac prescription? Tiny crushed up pieces of Certs, inserted carefully back into gel-cap casings after I dumped out all her Happy Pills and let the Newton’s dog lick it up off the floor. Without their carefully regulated diet of feelings, my family was on the verge of a major meltdown. I caught myself smiling in the rear-view mirror and had to reapply my mask of “ambiguously ethnic inscrutability,” as Janine might call it. ”
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The Baby-Sitters Club By Bret Easton Ellis Chapter 2: Claudia’s Candy War

The much-anticipated second installment from the brilliant Drew Grant via Crushable.

(via b5media: via soupsoup)

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Melody Gardot, Sweet Memory

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I’ve been a big fan of Melody Gardot for the past year and have purchased all of her albums. I was blown away by her back story covered in Elle. It’s a must read! A young woman, devastatingly injured, recovers through the power of music to emerge a brilliant singer-songwriter.

I’ve been a big fan of Melody Gardot for the past year and have purchased all of her albums. I was blown away by her back story covered in Elle. It’s a must read!

A young woman, devastatingly injured, recovers through the power of music to emerge a brilliant singer-songwriter.

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GPOYW, learning to paddle board edition. Given the surf was pretty dismal the boys out at the house decided to buy paddle boards. We all had a laugh trying to stay upright in the chop that is the Atlantic, no bay side paddling for this bunch! This shot was taken right after I was trying to paddle into shore with Craig guiding me from the beach. All of a sudden I could feel the energy gathering behind me and Craig’s eyes got big and he calmly told me to not look back and literally just go with the flow. I think I closed my eyes and screamed the whole way in. After I coasted gently to shore we both started laughing and Craig said, “Once I saw the wave coming I thought this will either be beautiful or a complete disaster”. So many parallels to life, wouldn’t you agree?

GPOYW, learning to paddle board edition. Given the surf was pretty dismal the boys out at the house decided to buy paddle boards. We all had a laugh trying to stay upright in the chop that is the Atlantic, no bay side paddling for this bunch! This shot was taken right after I was trying to paddle into shore with Craig guiding me from the beach. All of a sudden I could feel the energy gathering behind me and Craig’s eyes got big and he calmly told me to not look back and literally just go with the flow. I think I closed my eyes and screamed the whole way in. After I coasted gently to shore we both started laughing and Craig said, “Once I saw the wave coming I thought this will either be beautiful or a complete disaster”. So many parallels to life, wouldn’t you agree?

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I finally posted all my pics from my month in the Hamptons. Oh the Hamptons, what can I say about this little slice of Long Island that hasn’t been told in countless movies, books and TV shows? Because the thing about the Hamptons is it is sorta exactly like you think it would be…F&*K off houses, ridiculous outfits, rich people acting rich, spectacular beaches, delicious food, over priced shops in quaint downtown Americana main streets. Basically I am in heaven the whole time I’m there because as a true outsider to this kind of lifestyle I treat the whole thing like an anthropological observation. I did want to give you a few tips if you decide to fork over your cold hard cash for your own beach bungalow…We rented in Quogue, which is one of the first towns in the Hamptons. It’s much cheaper, the beaches are less crowded (at most we had 5 people on the one behind our house) and it shaves off about an hour or more on your commute from the city.You don’t NEED a car, but it’s nice to have if you want to explore some of the other towns (Southampton is my personal favorite for people watching, East Hampton for dining). A bike is essential, so you should try to bring yours up on the Jitney (which is cheap, convenient and again, amazing people watching, pop 2 Dramamine and you’re good to go). You can order in your groceries and booze via Peapod and spend time in your kitchen, something most of us don’t do in the city.Bridgehampton Polo is an experience worth leaving the beach for…it’s always better to have tickets to the VIP tent, but if you can’t get your hands on them then you can hang with the locals on the other side of the field. It’s a $20 entry fee per car, you can pack a picnic and sit either in the bleachers or on a blanket along the sidelines (get there early if you want a spot right along the field). At mid play the muckety mucks mix with the riff raff when everyone gets to go out on the field to replace the divots Pretty Woman style.The rips are strong, so swim at your own risk if there’s no life guard on duty. We had a bunch of surfing Australians at our house but even with them on patrol we still had some mishaps.When strolling around town be sure to grab your free copy of the weekly Hamptons magazine, it’s over the top and perfect for a beach read.

I finally posted all my pics from my month in the Hamptons. Oh the Hamptons, what can I say about this little slice of Long Island that hasn’t been told in countless movies, books and TV shows? Because the thing about the Hamptons is it is sorta exactly like you think it would be…F&*K off houses, ridiculous outfits, rich people acting rich, spectacular beaches, delicious food, over priced shops in quaint downtown Americana main streets. Basically I am in heaven the whole time I’m there because as a true outsider to this kind of lifestyle I treat the whole thing like an anthropological observation. 

I did want to give you a few tips if you decide to fork over your cold hard cash for your own beach bungalow…

We rented in Quogue, which is one of the first towns in the Hamptons. It’s much cheaper, the beaches are less crowded (at most we had 5 people on the one behind our house) and it shaves off about an hour or more on your commute from the city.

You don’t NEED a car, but it’s nice to have if you want to explore some of the other towns (Southampton is my personal favorite for people watching, East Hampton for dining). A bike is essential, so you should try to bring yours up on the Jitney (which is cheap, convenient and again, amazing people watching, pop 2 Dramamine and you’re good to go). You can order in your groceries and booze via Peapod and spend time in your kitchen, something most of us don’t do in the city.

Bridgehampton Polo is an experience worth leaving the beach for…it’s always better to have tickets to the VIP tent, but if you can’t get your hands on them then you can hang with the locals on the other side of the field. It’s a $20 entry fee per car, you can pack a picnic and sit either in the bleachers or on a blanket along the sidelines (get there early if you want a spot right along the field). At mid play the muckety mucks mix with the riff raff when everyone gets to go out on the field to replace the divots Pretty Woman style.

The rips are strong, so swim at your own risk if there’s no life guard on duty. We had a bunch of surfing Australians at our house but even with them on patrol we still had some mishaps.

When strolling around town be sure to grab your free copy of the weekly Hamptons magazine, it’s over the top and perfect for a beach read.

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How to be alone, a must watch! I have to admit I saw this posted in various places yesterday and didn’t take the time to view, big mistake. Such lovely sentiments from this young lady! After moving to LA all by my lonesome at 24 I had to learn but quick how to do things on my own. God the freedom and empowerment that it taught me, I no longer had to wait for friends and family to jump on a bandwagon. Now I frequently have solo meals, both lunch and dinner and have no qualms about seeing a movie by myself. I have traveled a few days here and there alone and while I don’t love it (I tend to enjoy travel more when sharing the experience with someone else) if I really wanted to take a trip and no one was available I wouldn’t close that door. Here’s to the folks that find themselves good enough company to keep.

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I just read that two people meeting for the first time will lie to each other an average of three times in the first 10 minutes. Color me shocked!

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Opened my inbox to see the above certificate. Rosie Siman always gets me the coolest gifts. Can’t wait for my first shipment!

Opened my inbox to see the above certificate. Rosie Siman always gets me the coolest gifts. Can’t wait for my first shipment!

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Alex Bogusky's response to the Fast Company article

I found both the original article and Bogusky’s side of the story fascinating. It’s long, but worth the read, even if you don’t work in advertising.

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This dude is my hero. Who hasn’t wanted to peace out of a job in the most dramatic way possible?! A JetBlue flight attendant argued with a passenger on the tarmac at JFK today. In a fit of rage, he activated the plane’s inflatable emergency slide, slid out, and stormed off the job.

This dude is my hero. Who hasn’t wanted to peace out of a job in the most dramatic way possible?!

A JetBlue flight attendant argued with a passenger on the tarmac at JFK today. In a fit of rage, he activated the plane’s inflatable emergency slide, slid out, and stormed off the job.

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I did get a bit of happiness this weekend from Hermes. My very first scarf was secured, pictured above. Now to learn the art of how to wear it, there are literally hundreds of options.

I did get a bit of happiness this weekend from Hermes. My very first scarf was secured, pictured above. Now to learn the art of how to wear it, there are literally hundreds of options.

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If Money Doesn’t Make You Happy Then You Probably Aren’t Spending It Right

Totally enlightening NY Times article about spending habits and happiness. Via my boss @atmasphere

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“After that it got pretty late, and we both had to go, but it was great seeing Annie again. I… I realized what a terrific person she was, and… and how much fun it was just knowing her; and I… I, I thought of that old joke, y’know, the, this… this guy goes to a psychiatrist and says, “Doc, uh, my brother’s crazy; he thinks he’s a chicken.” And, uh, the doctor says, “Well, why don’t you turn him in?” The guy says, “I would, but I need the eggs.” Well, I guess that’s pretty much now how I feel about relationships; y’know, they’re totally irrational, and crazy, and absurd, and… but, uh, I guess we keep goin’ through it because, uh, most of us… need the eggs.” -Alvy Singer Trying to clean my apartment and sucked into Annie Hall instead.

“After that it got pretty late, and we both had to go, but it was great seeing Annie again. I… I realized what a terrific person she was, and… and how much fun it was just knowing her; and I… I, I thought of that old joke, y’know, the, this… this guy goes to a psychiatrist and says, “Doc, uh, my brother’s crazy; he thinks he’s a chicken.” And, uh, the doctor says, “Well, why don’t you turn him in?” The guy says, “I would, but I need the eggs.” Well, I guess that’s pretty much now how I feel about relationships; y’know, they’re totally irrational, and crazy, and absurd, and… but, uh, I guess we keep goin’ through it because, uh, most of us… need the eggs.”

-Alvy Singer

Trying to clean my apartment and sucked into Annie Hall instead.

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