RIP Country Home

The magazine on which I cut my teeth has folded.


Bye, Country Home. It became something foreign to me after I left (and after half of the best staff ever left), but it'll always be special to me.

I feel like this industry that I love so much is slowly disintegrating. Sigh.

I heart LGA

No, no really, I dislike LaGuardia airport, and so far Midwest Airlines, too.

It's not Midwest's fault this time. (Over Thanksgiving, it sure was and they had no cookies to make up for it. I'm still smarting.) This time, it's Mother Nature's fault. It's snowing, blah blah blah. All flights but mine have been canceled, and if mine is canceled, my next option is Thursday. That's almost a week from today, kids, and it's also Christmas Day.

Le sigh.

My flight's not 'til 8 pm (in theory), but my boss practically pushed me out the door at noon. "Go!" she said. "Get on a flight, any flight."

So I skipped rush hour and grabbed a cab. After an hour in line, I'm here with a Vanity Fair, the Reasons to Love NYC issue of New York mag, the fantastic Laura Marling on my iPod (download now, please), "Sex and the City" Netflix DVD, an $8 pass to get online, webmail for work, and Hulu.com. I think I'm set for a while.

I'm sitting at the same gate as always: B1. There's a squeaky air vent that squeaked the last time I was here, too. I've no longer wondered how long of my life I waste at stoplights; instead I think about time wasted waiting for trains and airplanes.

There's a girl sitting across from me who I swear went to my middle school. I know she lives in NYC, so it would make sense that she'd be waiting for a KC flight, too. I'm just waiting for a good time (when I'm good and bored) to possibly make a grand fool of myself by asking, "Kate? Kate from Overland Trail?"

If only I weren't at the airport, and I'd be so giddily excited about this snow.

LIFE photo archive on Google

My agenda for tonight is officially set: Google has the entire LIFE photo archive online, organized by decade, searchable, and available to buy! I'm so nerdily excited.

BITCH needs your help!

Your PSA of the day:

Bitch magazine, the feminist response to pop culture, needs $40,000 to publish their next issue.


They're an independent and nonprofit organization, something that lacks in today's mega magazine corporate world. Help them!

Little Victories

Ladies and gentlemen, good news: I have a job interview when I get to New York!

I know, it's just one interview. But it's been quite some time since I've heard back from anyone in this job search, so I take what I can get. If I had some extra cash I'd buy this little number to wear at it:

I'm accepting donations.

In other news (or, perhaps it's related), I've been a bit stressed lately. I woke up last night at 3 a.m. thinking there was a baby (a baby!) in my bed and that I'd lost it. I immediately turned on my bedside lamp, shut my bedroom door, and frantically (very panicked. Heart racing and everything) searched through my bed until I realized, a) there was no freaking baby, and b) I'm an idiot. I went back to sleep.

So this afternoon, I'm taking some time away from this:


My never-ending pile of clips, resumes, and cover letters ... (yes that's Rigby helping out)

... to instead deal with this:


... my never-ending pile of books and magazines. Ah, so much more enticing, don't you think? It'll be a good respite, I think, and hopefully remind me of why I'm doing what I'm doing.

And on the back of my Yoga Journal (speaking of, why does Kansas lack any decent yoga studios?) I found this ad for lululemon. First off, I love that it's for lulu and you'd never know; it doesn't say it anywhere. And secondly, it's a bit uplifting without being too schmaltzy.


"Do one thing a day that scares you."

Today, that one thing will be a bike ride with my dad sans a helmet. Wish me luck!