NYLON Magazine Book Club

I was super-excited when I received news via Twitter that my favorite magazine NYLON started a book club this month! For those of you who don’t know NYLON, they are the self-proclaimed “most awesome magazine in the world,” and I totally agree. The magazine focuses on fashion and pop culture, including beauty, art, music, books, and – of course – celebrities.  The content is fresh, edgy, and original, and their fashion trends are always hot. In a sea of cookie cutter fashion mags, NYLON is a neon beacon of awesome.

The book club’s first pick is Nora Ephron’s The Most of Nora Ephron, which is a collection of her journalism, essays, fiction, and screenwriting. The idea is to read the book (this one is pretty long so they are giving readers two months) and then tweet a review with the hashtag #NYLONbookclub to get in on the conversation and a chance to be featured on their site.  You can get more info and join the book club here, and because NYLON is so rad, they even give you a chance to win a copy of The Most of Nora Ephron when you join (you can also purchase the book on that page).

I plan on picking up my copy and jumping in this week!

Check out NYLON on Twitter @NylonMag.


(photo courtesy of fashiononrock.com)

March Forth: The Florence Forth Road Race

I don’t run. I really don’t have the endurance. Over fifteen years as a figure skater, but take me off the ice and I am totally useless athletically. However, I know lots of people who love to run, and even some who dislike it, but will push through (or march forth?) for a good cause. Well I have a really, really good cause for you. The Florence Forth Road Race is a 10k race, 5k run/walk that takes place on March 1st, 2014 in Durham, North Carolina. Florence Forth is organized by the Autoimmune Encephalitis Alliance, and proceeds go to spreading awareness for autoimmune encephalitis, a disease which has personally affected me and countless other amazing people, some of whom I have connected with. The race is named after Florence McDow, a bright little girl whose symptoms of autoimmune encephalitis began at age two and progressed for another four years until her death on March 4th, 2012 at age six. Florence’s parents founded the AE Alliance to “accelerate the search for a cure, provide care to affected families and form a community of collaboration and concern.” I told you it was for an incredible cause. So, since it’s only the first week of November, I know you guys have almost four whole months to train. Get to it! It would mean a lot to me , everyone involved, and those affected by AE. If you can’t make it to North Carolina, you can still donate on their website. I am currently trying to figure out a way to get myself there and still be in class that week. By the way, I haven’t yet gotten around to the massive undertaking that is the My Experience with AE Blog Post. It’s looming over my head like an overwhelming storm cloud of emotions. I’ll get to it, I promise.

#LDRproblems: AT&T and the Not-Yet-Existent WIFI

My boyfriend is a big part of my life. So much so that, in the throes of a melodramatic temper tantrum, I often adamantly and forlornly claim that he is my only friend and demand that he return from the forests of Vermont (where he works at a ski resort) to the suburbia that is Bryn Mawr, Pennsylvania. He would never have it.

However, I was spoiled for two months this summer when he decided to live and work at home (which is two hours north of where I currently reside and also where I had been living at the time), and now that we are each back in our respective homes-away-from home, I have returned to my role of “the long-distance girlfriend,” living alone in my adorably-decorated one-bedroom above a comic book store and occasionally talking to my succulents. The problem is that he moved into a new house, one that is apparently out of AT&T’s service range and also currently without WIFI, seeing as he and his roommates moved in only two days ago.

So NOW I am not only “the long-distance girlfriend;” I am the-long-distance-girlfriend-who-has-been-completely-cut-off-from-her-counterpart-and-sometimes-only-friend.

Yesterday he bought a Verizon TracFone, the number of which is saved in my phone as “Chris’s ghetto flip phone,” because it takes him five minutes to type out a seven word text message. But he had to drive to New Hampshire to acquire said Tracfone, and only put $15 worth of minutes on it, and now has to conserve minutes and text messages for only the most important of instances, which do not include panic attacks about how much work I have due this week or picture messages of my Halloween nails (I did say he is my only friend). They are “hopefully getting WIFI during the week…maybe.” Although, he is quite good about calling from his iPhone when he is not at the house to say hello and I love you (like during that 10 minute span where he went out for a sandwich), but those windows are limited and do not always coincide with my availability. Sigh. I know I’m ridiculous, but who am I going to call when I see an adorable Saint Bernard across the street, or have an amazing yoga class, or eat macaroni & cheese pizza?

[Disclaimer: I promise I am not usually this needy or whiny, but quitting contact with my favorite person in the world cold-turkey has made me a bit of a madwoman.]