An Attempt at Curating Enjoyable Phrases

booksI am staunchly anti-Kindle. I get why people like them. I even get why I would probably like one. But I refuse. I just like holding a physical book in my hands. Also, having iTunes-like ease of purchasing books would make me even poorer than I am.

When I worked as a newspaper reporter, boomers repeatedly waxed poetic to me about how much they just loved the feel of the newspaper between their fingers and couldn’t imagine a morning in which they didn’t sit at their kitchen table, drink their coffee, read their newspaper….to which I would think in my head, “Yeah? And when you’re done you hop in your Model T and drive to work, right?” Except I would smile and tell them that, even though I had a newspaper placed on my desk every morning (Thanks Nick), I much preferred reading all the same stories on my computer screen (in the days before pay walls, but that’s another story for another time), as do most people younger than 40. When I have time to spread a paper out and leisurely page through it, I do. But this isn’t often and certainly not feasible upon arrival at work.

I think I’ve turned into the millennial version of the paper-defending boomer with my weird Kindle-phobia. I wouldn’t mind an iPad for magazine subscriptions, because those things pile up forever and only get more raggedy. But books…those are non-negotiable. Continue reading


Ahoy, Ice Cream Lovers!

Best line in a job posting: "Must be able to past a drug test (without studying!)"

In four months, I embark on an adventure. I’ll quit my job, pack up my stuff and move to Boston to enroll in Emerson College’s Integrated Marketing Communication graduate program.  I’m pretty pumped. However, I don’t know if this has to do with just returning from a vacation or what, but with the only thing between me and my New England adventure being a Jersey Shore summer, I’m starting to itch. I haven’t had a real summer since 2007. OK, that’s not that long ago, but still. The idea of the next four months spent in a windowless office quite frankly makes me claustrophobic. Continue reading