Five months ago, in the wake of a breakup, I adopted a 6-week-old stray kitten. I named him Cat Stevens, bought him a cat tepee and began posting pictures of him on Instagram.
The move alarmed some friends, who reflexively feared I was resigning myself, at 26, to a life of loneliness. But I had some glamorous company.
On an episode of HBO’s “Girls” this season, an also newly single Marnie, played by Allison Williams, calls Hannah with some news: She got a kitten.
The pop star Taylor Swift tweeted in January, “It is a daily struggle for me to not buy more cats.” Days later Ms. Swift was photographed wearing a T-shirt that read, “The Great Catsby.”
Elle’s deputy web editor, Ruthie Friedlander, detailed earlier this year how adopting a cat named Gracie got her through a painful breakup.
Emily Gould, a blogger whose novel “Friendship” is to be published this summer, has extensively chronicled the life and death of her cat, Raffles. And the perhaps aptly named Miu Miu is featuring cat prints prominently in its spring 2014 collections.
what is the MAGIC
it’s called mochi!
it’s like ice cream in a soft skin!
also, it’s fucking amazing!
This is もちアイス (mochiaisu) and the “soft skin” is pounded rice cake. The white stuff you see on the outside is powdered sugar so they won’t get sticky. It’s very delicious on a hot day and you can get these at the right self-serve frozen yogurt joints. Unfortunately North America sells one mochiaisu for a dollar and some cents whereas in Japan you can get these by the boxful in any supermarket.
I recommend everyone to try them all! the green tea one is literary like a breth of fresh air! also if ya wanna make your own here ya go
cetra777 when it gets a little bit warmer, can we make mochi? :]
i had peach mango mochi once and it was heaven holy shit
Looks like I found a way to summerify the Cronut…
I LOVE MOCHI!!!!
One of the most obscene things I learned as a barista was how eager people are to be liked. NYU sophomores, the ones with Jansport backpacks in full makeup at 9 a.m., stuttered their orders and shyly complimented me on my nose ring.
I semi-patiently listened to innumerable Wikipedia-style monologues about the music I was playing from men in their twenties trying to render their business attire invisible with cultural know-how.
I was given zines, mixtape-party fliers, home-recorded chillwave demos. I said things like “How’s the app going?” and “Welcome to the neighborhood.”
I answered questions for new Greenpoint residents—of which there were more each year—about the best place to grab wine and tapas, get a shave and drink a beer at the same time.
How myself and my co-workers became to be known as experts in such matters was largely beyond me, particularly since many of us shortly couldn’t afford to live in the neighborhood in which we served. More than anything else, though, I was asked what else I did.
"Oh you know," the t-shirt designer or gallery assistant with blunt bangs or unpaid Harper’s intern would say on their way into the office. "When you aren’t making coffee."
This is really good.
At 58, Bill Gates is not only the richest man in the world, with a fortune that now exceeds $76 billion, but he may also be the most optimistic. In his view, the world is a giant operating system that just needs to be debugged.
Gates’ driving idea – the idea that animates his life, that guides his philanthropy, that keeps him late in his sleek book-lined office overlooking Lake Washington, outside Seattle – is the hacker’s notion that the code for these problems can be rewritten, that errors can be fixed, that huge systems – whether it’s Windows 8, global poverty or climate change – can be improved if you have the right tools and the right skills.
The Bill & Melinda Gates Foundation, the philanthropic organization with a $36 billion endowment that he runs with his wife, is like a giant startup whose target market is human civilization.
THE FIRST TIME I HEARD MY BLOODY VALENTINE is Part VI in an ongoing series by Scott Heim where musicians and writers tell their stories of first hearing the music of an iconic artist or band.
40 musicians (such as Bob Mould and people from The Antlers, Slowdive, Electrelane, Pale Saints, Camper Van Beethoven, and many more) writing about their first time hearing MBV.
Young kids’ preference for extremely sugary foods might be more biologically ingrained than we thought.