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This week, my friend, former editor and top 10 all-time favorite human, Linda Dahlstrom, wrote a gut-punchingly beautiful essay on TODAY.com about her baby son, Phoenix Lind Anderson. In 2005, Phoenix died of bacterial meningitis. He was seven months old. Phoenix’s death is what ultimately pushed Linda to take her husband’s last name, after eight years of marriage; that decision is what the essay focuses on, but this is the paragraph that I can’t stop thinking about:

When a child dies, too often people stop saying his name. Some people didn’t want to bring him up for fear it would remind me of his loss. But as with most bereaved parents, there is not a moment when I’m not aware. I feel the loss in my cells, even when I sleep. Saying my son’s name to me is one of the sweetest gifts anyone can give me. Phoenix Lind Anderson. It is the music of my heart.

It’s hard to know what to say to someone who’s suffered an unthinkably huge loss like this, and it can feel especially uncomfortable to bring up the name of the deceased. We think we’re doing it to protect our grieving friend, but maybe we’re also doing it to protect ourselves. It’s a way to side-step the potential messiness of the conversation that would follow, and we’d much rather stay over here, where it’s neat and clean and comfortable. “But life, lived fully, is messy,” Linda writes in another line that keeps echoing in my head. Anyway. I am lucky to know Phoenix Lind Anderson's mom, and I can't recommend the essay enough.

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“We only get to be here on this planet for a little while, and we have the chance to pay attention or we can choose to be distracted. And when we pay attention is when I think we're really fulfilled and happy and excited.”

I am the corniest but I find this John Green quote pretty gosh darn inspiring. 

via TODAY

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7 Things I Learned About Human Bites

Which Didn't Really Fit Into The Thing I Wrote Yesterday For New York:

1. Human bites are the third most common type of bite to be treated in the ER, after dog and cat bites, respectively.

2. Human bites occur with regularity among children 2 to 4 years of age, adding credence to my Suarez-is-the-world’s-tallest-2-year-old theory.

3. Human bites are responsible for 1 in 600 emergency department visits.

4. Up to 50 percent of human bites are complicated by infection.

5. Human bites more closely resemble dog bites than cat bites.

6. Human bites tend to be more superficial than animal bites, however, the infection rate is high.

7. Human bites typically transfer a larger number of bacteria to the bite victim than dog or cat bites, primarily because the human mouth carries a higher population of resident bacteria.

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"This is what frustrates me," Sophie Turner tells TVGuide.com. "People don't like Sansa because she is feminine. It annoys me that people only like the feminine characters when they act like male characters. And they always go on about feminism. Like, you're rooting for the people who look like boys, who act like boys, who fight like boys. Root for the girls who wear dresses and are intellectually very strong."

(Don't tell me what happens to her though)

(Am only on book 4)

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DOWN WITH MARATHON SELFIES.

Because I am crazy, the first thing I did after seeing this thing last night – Woman Takes Selfies of Hot Men While Running Half-Marathon – was to enter her first and last name into the results page for the NYC Half to see her time. (That’s a lie. The FIRST thing I did was this

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So, weird thing out of the way first: I couldn’t find a “Kelly Roberts” in the results; I couldn’t even find a female Roberts around her age who lives in New York. But, being a crazy, I looked at her Instagram and found her bib number, which belongs to a 31-year-old named Kristen Norena – so, did she give a fake name and age to GMA? That is so weird and also it seems unnecessary? ANYWAY. She was a little more than one minute faster than me. So, fine; I don't even know what I was looking for -- that's another lie; I was absolutely anticipating her being much slower than me and was looking forward to some righteous smugness, which I now feel a little robbed of.

But the reason that Yahoo/GMA story annoyed and distracted me last night is this: Sunday’s NYC Half is the first race I have been in that was absolutely SWIMMING IN SELFIES. I was constantly having to dodge runners who stopped dead, RIGHT IN THE MIDDLE OF THE COURSE, to take a picture with their goddamn cellphone; sometimes it was even pairs or groups of people! THERE WAS EVEN A FELLOW WHO TOOK A SELFIE IN THE LAST EIGHT HUNDRED METERS OF THE RACE.

GAHHHHHHHHHHHHhhhhhHHH!!!

Look, I realize that NYC is a cool place and that for some people, running this half meant a trip to NYC. I get that! I’ve run races all over the world, most recently in Ireland, where I absolutely did take photos throughout the race. But here’s the thing: I PULLED OFF TO THE SIDE TO DO SO. I didn’t stop dead in my tracks in the middle of the race for other runners to trip over me! Even if you don't stop (and it looks like this girl didn't, and neither did the dude I saw at the end of the race) you're distracted -- add the selfie distraction to the earbud distraction and you're in your own little oblivious tech-y world. 

A story circled around last fall about the Hong Kong marathon, where a woman stopped to take a selfie just after the starting line and caused a “pile-up that resulted in battered and bruised participants,” according to a Time story from September. It looks like race officials considered banning cellphones at the race, but then considered that impractical, so they launched some sort of timid “awareness” campaign to encourage against taking selfies during the race. I can’t tell how that campaign went; there was another race in February but I haven’t seen anything written about it, and I can’t find anything about cellphones at all on the website.

But, OK. Whatever, take your selfies! Half marathons are a cool accomplishment; running one in a place like NYC is also cool, especially if you traveled a long way to get there, and I get that excitement and the impulse to share your achievement with your friends. But good god. Just, please don’t be a jerk about it, and consider the other people around you. (ALSO a fine lesson in regular life!)

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I RAN THE NYC HALF AND ALL I GOT WAS THESE THIRTEEN HUNDRED WORDS ABOUT IT

I woke up a few times throughout the night on Sunday, after falling asleep at some ridiculous hour like 9 p.m. after running the NYC Half that morning. And each time I woke up, I did a sort of runners’ version of counting sheep: I decided to mentally review each mile, from 1 to 13, and try to remember something specific about every one of those miles. I never made it past mile 6 without falling back asleep. That is to say: Race recaps are so boring that even my OWN is apparently enough to put me to sleep. But I’ve been wishing lately that I kept better track of what worked, and what didn’t, in my races and training runs – so, here goes.

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this is giving me life.

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how to resilience!

I had a Very Disappointing Thing happen today, dear Internet, and I'm trying to figure out the healthiest way to deal with it. Psychologists call a person's ability to bounce back from something "resilience," which is a word I've always liked; there's something about the sound of it that makes me think that this is a word that will take whatever shitty thing you throw at it and toss it right back in your face. Anyway. I'm going to do what I usually do when I'm struggling with something, which is turn to the oracle that is Google to see what the heckfire to do about it. 

Also wine. I usually do wine when I'm struggling with something, too.

1. ANYONE CAN RESILIENCE! The good news is that "bouncing back" isn't some kind of innate ability, something you're either born with or you're not. It's something you can learn! 

2. YOUR FRIENDS AND FAMILY CAN HELP YOU RESILIENCE! Sorry, this is not the time to drink your sad bottle of wine all alone. This is the time to reach out! To human people, and cats don't count! The American Psychological Association sez: "Relationships that create love and trust, provide role models and offer encouragement and reassurance help bolster a person's resilience."

3. GET SOME PERSPECTIVE! Tonight might be a good night to watch something intense, like, oh, "12 Years a Slave," to remind yourself that your problems are minuscule! Comparatively speaking!

3. MAKE A NEW PLAN, STAN! So Plan A didn't work. There are 25 more letters in the alphabet, you silly! From the APA:

Move toward your goals. Develop some realistic goals. Do something regularly — even if it seems like a small accomplishment — that enables you to move toward your goals. Instead of focusing on tasks that seem unachievable, ask yourself, "What's one thing I know I can accomplish today that helps me move in the direction I want to go?"
Take decisive actions. Act on adverse situations as much as you can. Take decisive actions, rather than detaching completely from problems and stresses and wishing they would just go away.
5. MAYBE YOGA YOUR WAY TO RESILIENCY! Resiliency is all about being adaptable, and what better way to remind yourself that it is important to be figuratively flexible than to make yourself physically flexible! Yeah, that's it!

Source: Liberally adapted from www.apa.org.

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two stories.

1) In one of my earliest memories, I’m around 4 years old, and I’m running around a fundraiser event thrown by my grandparents’ church. I think it was the church. It may have been the Knights of Columbus chapter my grandpa was involved in. It doesn’t matter. Anyway: One of the games was this sort of faux horse-racing event that you could bet on – it was a bunch of people on hobby horses racing about 15 feet. I remember my grandpa giving me a dollar and telling me I should go place a bet on one of the horses … and I remember folding that dollar up and carefully sticking it in my pocket. Even at 4 years old, I’d rather have the certainty of a dollar in my pocket than risk losing it, even with the potential of winning much more.

2) On New Years Day in 2011, my boyfriend and I ran the Resolution Run 5K in Seattle’s Magnuson Park. But right before the finish line, the course forks – turn right, and finish the race as usual. Turn left, and you’re committing to the “polar bear dive”: running into the freezing cold Lake Washington, dunking your head in, then running out and finishing the race. I didn’t plan on doing the polar bear thing. But when we came to the fork -- I turned left. I don’t even think I consciously thought it through; I just went for it. I dove straight in and was so pumped that I went even further in than most of the other runners; my boyfriend said it looked like I was about to start swimming across the lake. I don’t know where those guts came from, and I wish I could summon them at will.

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Rainbow Rowell will 'probably' write us Simon/Baz slashfic (is this what the kids call it? Unclear) because the world is a wonderful place

I just finished "Fangirl" (book #6 of 2014), and while I loved it, I had so many lingering questions about the story within the story. For the uninitiated (which, initiate yourself! It's like $7 on Kindle and so worth it), the book is about this gal Cath who's a huge Simon Snow fan - Simon Snow is sort of a Harry Potter stand in. Cath writes fanfic about Simon Snow, and she's kind of Internet-famous for it, with tens of thousands of fans of her own. (The fanfic she writes is I think what they call slash? Love story between Simon and a character named Baz, who's sort of a Draco Malfoy.) Anyway -- Cath's story is wrapped up nicely, but you don't find out what happens to Simon and Baz and it's THE WORST. I had a mini Twitter freakout over the ending immediately after finishing the book, and I actually tweeted at the author, Rainbow Rowell -- and, this is what I love about Twitter: She wrote back! 

So there we have it. Hoorah! 

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christmas crafting fail

This year, I got my act together and not only sent Christmas cards to my family and friends, but MADE said cards. They were meant to be little postcards, inspired by this Hairpin post from a couple years back, and they turned out so cute:

Making them took the better part of three nights and two bottles of wine. But apparently they've been falling apart in the mail! So many of my friends have called or emailed or texted to tell me they got a mysterious card from me - just a piece of canvas, or, worse, a slightly crumpled 3x5 notecard:

The friend who got that one was convinced I must've written a message in invisible ink or lemon juice, and said he spent kind of a long time holding the card up to a light, trying to decipher the hidden message. :|

First I was embarrassed; then, I just chalked it up to a #craftingfail. But today, I talked to my aunt, one of Earth's Nicest Humans, who got one of the empty canvases. She said what I'd really done was sent all of my friends and family a blank canvas. Which, is kind of a lovely idea! 

So now, I'm telling everyone who got blank canvases to draw something on the back, take a photo and send it back to me. This is brother's: 

It is not the idea I intended. But it's still kind of nice!

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I hope I am not giving the impression that Davey's whole life was centered around his health. He was fully occupied with his work, writing, and editing a literary review, but his health was his hobby, and, as such, more in evidence during his spare time, when I saw most of him. How he enjoyed it! He seemed to regard his body with the affectionate preoccupation of a farmer towards a pig—not a good doer, the small one of the litter, which must somehow be made to be a credit to the farm. He weighed it, sunned it, aired it, exercised it, and gave it special diets, new kinds of patent food and medicine, but all in vain. It never put on so much as a single ounce of weight, it never became a credit to the farm, but somehow it lived, enjoyed good things, enjoying its life, though falling victim to the ills that flesh is heir to, and other imaginary ills as well, through which it was nursed with unfailing care, with concentrated attention, by the good farmer and his wife.

I am trying (and failing) to brainstorm some kind of story idea around FitBits & the like, and I keep thinking about this quote, from "The Pursuit of Love" -- the "health as hobby" idea.

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my most embarrassing 'power songs': a list.

"Firework" - Katy Perry

"You're the Best" - added ironically because of this scene from "It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia" but now I love it with something that seems a lot like sincerity

"Hummingbird Heartbeat" - Katy Perry

"Defying Gravity" - YOU TRY doing anything but running your little HEART OUT when Idina Menzel belts out "evvvveryone deserves a chance to FLY"

"Roar" - Katy Perry

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