Sometimes you aim far and end up grasping what’s closer. The quintessential big picture.

For women’s equality everywhere to proceed and accelerate, more women have to step up and lead – not all women, just many more women. And in fact those who can lead, have a responsibility to the rest of us to do just that. She notes lots of factors contributing to unequal representation at the top tiers of institutions, but examining our own reluctance seems to be resonating with lots of us. Plainspoken on the ways we curb our leadership potential.

(eBook is very useful since book is so annotated. My favorite: Click to cited source #27. Launch YouTube of brilliant little Riley giving it to toy manufacturers. Click back to where you left off. Love it.)

thefrogman:

Box cat by Jim Benton [website | twitter]

(via thecultureofme)

The pro reviews are arrogant/ obnoxious. There’s no one destination platform for bands to connect with diehard fans. No one destination for unsigned garage bands/fans. If MySpace can hold and grow that one advantage, it makes it.

I’m proud of our Time Magazine cover. Ahhh, el amor. There’s a shortage, not a surplus.

laughingsquid:

The Daze of Auld Lang Syne

LOL!!! I don’t actually mean this. The F ‘em part that is, not the LOL part.

It’s great when there’s a job & someone to do it: Curious searching & Google

newmuseum:

“HARD,” Judith Bernstein’s first solo museum exhibition, includes a focused selection of works ranging from the ’60s through the present. This site-specific rendition of her SIGNATURE PIECE (1986/2012) is painted directly onto our Lobby Gallery windows.

“Judith Bernstein badass”

theatlantic:

Sprucing Up Your Cocktail

Spruce was a familiar flavoring in the 18th and 19th centuries, especially if you lived up north. It was found in tea, in beer, and perhaps most commonly in chewing gum—spruce gum was produced commercially all the way until the 1970s. “I have tended evening meetings up in Maine,” noted the writer Henry Wheeler Shaw in 1877, “and everybody was chewing gum except the minister.”

The taste of spruce resin is quite potent, described by one late-19th-century writer as “sweet, peculiar and balsamic.” In my experience, spruce engages not just the senses of smell and taste, but also a more primitive part of one’s brain, conjuring a dank and loamy forest. I’m mystified that a flavor this large and powerful has been forgotten by consumers.

Read more. [Image: Jeffrey Westbrook]