Listening:
"Atomic Bomb" by William Onyeabor.
I heard this music blasting from the kitchen at my work last week and I needed to know all about it. William Onyeabor. A perfect combination of funk and Africa and fun. I cannot stop listening.
“Onyeabor was something like Nigeria’s answer to Parliament-Funkadelic, churning out space-age disco-funk in the 1970s and ‘80s with synths and drum machines. But nobody knew who William Onyeabor was, or at least nobody knew his real story. After a conversion to Christianity in the mid-1980s, he turned his back on music and then history gets murky — some say he went to film school in Soviet Russia, others say he studied law in London.”
Reading:
I saw this pink cover and was instantly amused. So I got a subscription (6 issues and an apron for $6 seemed quite reasonably). The food, images and stories are perfect. I love the companion site and Instagram scroll.
I want to eat all the things.
Mmmmm poke. (image via amazon)
Craving:
Kombucha.
This craving comes in waves. I remember getting hooked on kombucha years ago (6? 7?) when I first tried some GT's in Baltimore. It was an expensive, often explosively messy habit.
The past few weeks I have been craving the stuff again. GT's is always the most satisfying (Trilogy, Third-Eye Chai, Gingerberry) and perfectly effervescent.
Maybe one day I'll make my own? (image via synergydrinks.com)
Wearing:
Pink Birkenstocks.
I got these today and I can already tell I will wear them all the time. I can always get down with an orthopedic shoe, no shame. Plus, it already feels like summer in Florida so it is not inappropriate to wear/buy sandals right now.
Style: Madrid EVA. (image via Nordstrom)
I could go for the navy, white, red and black pairs, too. (image via zoesessums)
Watching:
"Felicity."
I might be nearly 20 years late, but I don't think I would have fully appreciated this show as an 8- to 12-year-old. I would have really related when I first went to college and lived in student housing and was confused about many things, but nonetheless, I am fully hooked and enthralled with "Felicity" now.
It's funny to watch a show far beyond the time it aired. I find myself looking up actor facts and hoping to avoid spoilers. I feel like I am in my own little time-warped world when I am watching. I am constantly cracking up and cringing. The 90s are really speaking to me right now, I suppose.
Scott and Scott are dreamy. (image via pinterest)
Wanting:
Humongous things. Dream things. Life-changing things.
Can this space be like "The Secret" or a mood board wherein I tell you what I want and then I get it? Positive thoughts attracting positive changes? I really want to get a job in the editorial field. I want to win the HGTV dream house. I want to move to a new city and state. I want to have so much fun.
I think I can do all of these things. I can! I will! Let's send out good vibes, thank you!
This is how I would feel if I could work for Ban.do! That office! (image via stylebyemilyhenderson)
Uh, yes please! (image via designlovefest)
I could live somewhere like this again. (image via sfgirlbybay)