“Remember that time is money.”
– Benjamin Franklin
It’s the end of an era, kittens, my last day at the Franklin House. It’s been a good ride and I’ve been able to learn a lot about this industry and meet some truly fantastic people who you are definintely going to be hearing more about in the future (some of us may or may not already be planning summer barbeques together). On the freelance front, work is picking up with some new projects, but I get to pay another round of taxes (blech). Here are you links, let me know what you’re up to in the comments!
Fascinating look at how news organization manage their social media.
This is brilliant (PS, congratulations to Georgina who just got a cultural heritage and education job at Kensington Palace), but I watched the entire vid with wide eyes imagining what would have happened had they dropped that thing. This are the dark places a history person’s mind goes.
I bow to others’ wisdom, is this the most Canadian headline ever? Caitlin Kelly, please advise!
Color me mesmerized… I love ballet. I haven’t yet converted Jeff to it like I have the opera, but I have high hopes.
Speaking of the ballet, here’s a great profile on a dancer who is making history.
This girl is only six years old, but she kindly invites the haterz to eat it.
There is (yet another) reality television show for me to hate, but now with the added bonus of making me want to bury my head in the sand as an adopted Londoner. It’s called, “I Wanna Marry Harry,” and it’s dreadful. We may not have inherited rank in America, but really, countrymen? Really? The only redeeming side effect for this embarrassment is the Fug Girls’ incredible recaps. They watch, so you don’t have to. Because you really, really shouldn’t.
One last bit of royally themed goodness: emeralds. (Whispered in a voice not entirely unlike Smeagol’s.)
In case you had any doubts on the matter. But have we not all of us, at one time or another, developed resentment at a public dance? And as for being in a garden and being astonished!
This child has a future. In the J. Crew children’s section.
If you watch Game of Thones and have not yet seen Gay of Thrones from Funny or Die, I urge you to rectify this shameful lapse. (Standard warning for pearl clutchers, there is language and they discuss…well, everything that Game of Thrones does. Which basically ancient Rome on a really hedonistic day.)
Big news from my buddy Teri, the outrageously talented and designer over at The Lovely Drawer has launched her Etsy shop. Check it out! (Also, if you’re not following her blog, you should be. Not only does she keep you abreast of design and the good things in life, she’s unbelievable generous with beautiful free offerings.)
Hm, you mean that the ability to nurture children isn’t a strictly or even predominately female trait, but a skill? One you develop by doing? And men’s brains are just as capable as women’s to develop in the similar ways? There are are so many people (primarily former youth religious leaders with fixed ideas about gender roles) that I want to send this too, it’s almost tempting to put together a mass email.
Well shoot, I am officially out of excuses. (The NYT offers some additional information.)
Bestie and New York journalist Xarissa Holdaway’s new piece on Orange Is the New Black‘s portrayal of faith behind bars.
3 thoughts on “Friday Links (Farewell, Ben Edition)”
That is a very Canadian headline for sure!
Nice collection of links this week…LOVE Gay of Thrones. So much fun (and much less bloodshed.)
The ballet moves slowed and explained are interesting. I am still working on my single, double and triple pirouettes.
Thanks, “Where are my dragons?” has become our new catchphrase. My pirouettes are long gone but to this day my feet still point forward, even when I’m relaxed. Jeff finds it disconcerting, but those feet made me kick a football straight as an arrow in high school!
My turnout is not bad for an old lady and I have been called (!) graceful and expressive by fellow dance students and teacher. That feels good, even if my bloody pirouettes still need mucho work.