The type of young person that magazine writers come across most frequently are magazine interns. Because the media industry is high-status, but, at least early on, very low pay in a very expensive city, it attracts a lot of rich kids. Entitled, arrogant, spoiled, preening — those are the alleged signature traits of Millennials, as diagnosed by countless magazine writers. Those traits curiously align perfectly with the signature traits of a rich kid. Have you seen your intern on Rich Kids of Instagram? If so, he or she is probably not the best guide to crafting the composite personality of a generation that fought three wars for you.
I know I made a post about this a while ago, but I’m going to make it again since we’re getting into the hottest time of the year.
If you’re out in the Sonoran Desert in AZ and you see any of these [bottles with insults], please pick them up and throw them away. Vigilante groups are leaving intentionally empty gallon jugs in popular crossing points and that is the last thing that somebody needs to see as they’re trying to cross.
If you can, carry clean and full jugs with you and leave them where you see these. Gatorade or Electrolit are also really good for re-hydration.
Contact Humane Borders if you meet anyone in need of medical attention.
Wow… The fact that people would go out of their way to do this… SIGH.
This is really sad, but THANKS to the people who are out there saving lives by replacing these empty jugs with full ones.
I realized all of a sudden that my dissertation chapters were getting a little out of control. I think on my chapter map/outline plan I had 12 chapters or something ridiculous like that. I think in an earlier stage of planning and writing this thing out, smaller chapters seemed more manageable. Like if I take a bunch of little things, it adds up to one BIG thing? AMIRITE?
BUT it wasn’t really working, so I re-configured my chapters and condensed them into 7 total - intro, methods, 4 substantive chapters, conclusion. It felt awesome!
Last Monday I woke up to -6 and flurries. Today is beautiful and sunny and we have a predicted high of 29 Celsius. AND no mosquitoes.
No leaves on the trees either, but I’ll take what I can get.
This weekend we went to a friend’s farm near Rosalind, Alberta. They live in a yurt with only solar power and a well you have to pump by hand. They have Highland cattle, Icelandic sheep (triplets were born that day!), a llama, two nice horses and a Golden Doodle named Scuppers. They grow heritage grains and beans as well. Their lifestyle is pretty different, and difficult too, but it’s nice to see.
Then we went to my dads place and ate hot dogs and drank ice cold Kokanees and I flew a kite in the sunshine.
Trying out my new trail running shoes with a jog in the foresty park. I have $10 in my bra and I’ve parked my bike next to a hotdog stand so I have something awesome to look forward to after my run :D
That is a genius idea