amelia as castaway

(photo courtesy of biography.com)

could this be true? earhart as castaway? all circumstantial proof so far but still:

A fragment of Amelia Earhart’s lost aircraft has been identified to a high degree of certainty for the first time ever since her plane vanished over the Pacific Ocean on July 2, 1937, in a record attempt to fly around the world at the equator.

New research strongly suggests that a piece of aluminum aircraft debris recovered in 1991 from Nikumaroro, an uninhabited atoll in the southwestern Pacific republic of Kiribati, does belong to Earhart’s twin-engined Lockheed Electra.

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The breakthrough would prove that, contrary to what was generally believed, Earhart and her navigator, Fred Noonan, did not crash in the Pacific Ocean, running out of fuel somewhere near their target destination of Howland Island.

Instead, they made a forced landing on Nikumaroro’ smooth, flat coral reef. The two became castaways and eventually died on the atoll, which is some 350 miles southeast of Howland Island.

a nice email

got this email today from the company who made our work cocktail napkins.

MAY YOUR DAY BE JOYFUL

dream job, courtesy of chad

HE KNOWS ME:
“Dream Job: bump up pay 200%. job duties: stay in bed eating pastries til it’s time to read trashy novels, pet dogs, drink one beer, and never contact musicians near Jay Z status.”

cool search

NINA SIMONE

!!!!! FOUND IN WORK FRIDGE !!!!!

THINGS

1. nina simone = the only antidote for work stress. NOT MEDITATION.

2. lately drinking coffee with a LOT of milk, mostly milk, and with occasional shots of stolen bailey’s irish creamER (courtesy of our intern) (sorry intern).

3. tried yoga booty ballet online, it was kinda cool dumb. i found it on this site, the living room floor, which is WAY up my alley. “From a gal of moderate fitness and meager finance, trolling the internet for the best free workout videos.” goal is to do each video once and build no actual muscles.

what else, house is a mess, almost like a junkyard. going as zz top for halloween. there was a live mouse in my work trash can. accidentally bought instead of rented obvious child on amazon instant. binge read gone girl last weekend. still incredibly pleased about work trying to keep me. not sure what i will do but holding onto the glory for as long as possible.

RECOGNIZE! ! ! ! !

RECOGNIZE! ! ! ! !

RECOGNIZE! ! ! ! !

what the hell

listen ONE LIFE. how to just enjoy it. i am very good at enjoying food and yes, alcohol, and also binge reading trashy novels, but the day to day pleasures of just BEING ALIVE and NOT HAVING ANYTHING WRONG, not so much. got into a funk yesterday for dumb reasons, does everyone get into funks? also wasn’t nice to my friend susannah. is anyone else not nice sometimes for no good reason? so dumb. also have to come up with proposal for dream job. not a bad situation to be in but still giving me some anxiety. they told me they wanted me to stay (!) and to figure out what i want (!!). was really really awesome and validating. kind of almost felt like an angel resting on my shoulder, or when saints pray and they see god and are like, WHOA YOU’RE REALLY HERE, YOU’RE REALLY TALKING TO ME. i’m trying not to listen to bad voices about how i was a disappointment, and dream big. can i do it? or am i actually a total failure disappointment and that’s why our music program died?  PROBABLY. in other news, work is bananas. also i think i’m going to make another cup of coffee.

my new style icon?

herbie hancock, via aquarium drunkard

favorite band name of recent times

tiny green sunbathers

© flickr/peachyogurt

from the article “an argument for never cooking again”:

One of my jobs was to cut the tips off green beans. I tried to outsmart the green beans, lining them up like soldiers and cutting off the bottoms and then lining them up again, but my father said that too much of them got cut off that way because I wasn’t fastidious about my lines. I was always looking for a shortcut. Once I put a towel outside on the deck and laid leaves of lettuce on in like tiny green sunbathers. My father poked his head out the screen door. “No.”

best essays

saw this list of the best essays of the past something years and the two i read are legitimately some of the best essays i have ever read. could not recommend this jo ann beard essay more.