Passersby

If you share a city with millions of other people, I imagine it'd be easy to live a life unnoticed. It might be frustrating to feel so small, so insignificant, so one-of-many. I got a small bite of the anonymity of big city obscurity this past go-round in New York. Passing someone on the street or making prolonged eye contact on the subway can mean very little when you do it all day, every day, in silence. Faces buzz past. Coats brush each other. Feet tread the same paths, possibly never to cross again. In a sea of people, sometimes meaningfully interacting isn't easy at all.

So, that's why these Craiglist listings "New York City Missed Connections" are so intriguing. They are all about people grasping for straws to kindle something more from their daily sparks with strangers. Like this one, posted today just before lunchtime:

Busy busy busy red head on L train last night - m4w (Chelsea)

It looked like you might be experiencing your vin-dit. You had beautiful hair, dress and shoes. Me in the purple shoes and yellow socks. Do you like to dance?

or this one, from yesterday:

We passed each other. Briefly. - m4w - 26 (Upper West Side)

So it was transient. But I felt as if you were carrying the world's troubles on your shoulders and wanted to just speak with someone about it. Don't know why, but when we locked eyes, we both realized (?) how empty our lives were. You were beautiful beyond description. Me, probably looked like an ape staring at you with wonder. I think you were wearing something green. Went really well with the color of your iris.

I could get lost clicking around through these moments of captured mystery. I'm not alone. Sophie Blackall, a New York based illustrator and hopeful romantic, has turned the Craigslist entries into lovely pictures, bound up in a beautiful book, due out next month. Missed Connections, Lost, Love, Lost & Found is a pictorial depiction of those fleeting instants. She says, "for all the hopelessness in writing and posting a Missed Connection, for all the 'you probably won't read this,' and the 'this is a shot in the dark,' there's a 15-watt bulb of hope dimly glowing in each message."

I, too, feel what she does when she says that "the enormous amount of tenderness in these messages makes me feel all swoony about my fellow human beings."

Take a look at the listings, her site, and the book. I think you just may feel something, too.

Deliver the Letter

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It's no secret that I'm a fan of the hand-written note. I have an endless appreciation for the lost art of tangible thoughtfulness. So, as soon as I get my press up and ready, I plan on continuing to deliver sweet somethings in letterpress. Until then, here's a guide to great letter-writing.

1. Secure some sweet stationery. The paper-licious options on etsy abound. I love the typography and deep impression on these. And I can never say no to what comes out of Rifle Paper Company.

get em here

2. Brush up on your technique. While you want your notes to be heartfelt and not at all formulaic sounding, there are some sweet tips on getting your message across, care of the one and only, Emily Post. Read her tips here. I also love Ready Made magazine's diagram of a good love letter (as written by Mark Twain to his wife, Livy). See the cute treatment they gave it below.

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3. Sign, seal, and deliver. I simply can't stand how much I love the idea of this collage o stamps. If you order a set, it comes with a variety of squares that add up to the correct postage value of sending a letter. And it's just so darn pretty.

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Because I get in editor-mode at work, and wrestle around with words (as Phillip Yancey says, toying with them, listening for their overtones, and cracking them open), I've taken the above screen shot to document just how I'm processing Isaiah 30. I realize that not every passage referring to the Israelites can be turned around and related directly to my life today. But, I often reside in the way that they handled their freedom. This week especially has had me looking to many other things and people for the leadership that only the Lord can bring over my life. The text says that He LONGS to be gracious to me, even still.

*Irrelevant side note: If you want some free Cath Kidston desktop wallpapers like the one you see here, click this.

Slow and Steady

Thanks to the help of a master machinist, I've been making steady progress on the repair of Andy the Vandy (the name I think I've settled upon for my 320 Vandercook Proof Press). It's been great to have the help of someone more mechanically minded for repairs to the grippers, to get the carriage on in the right place, to get it scrubbed clean, and to get it all leveled up. This fella is just another one in a long list of people who have been generous with their time and knowledge to help me along on the way. My meager thanks are not enough.

I'm quite perplexed by a couple remaining issues with rollers and with packing the cylinder, but with the help of the worldwideweb and the printerly experience of others, I hope to be up and cranking in no time at all.

It's all been happening so slowly, I haven't been reporting much about how exciting this all been. This dream that began over two years ago is making serious progress, and let it be known that I am overjoyed, overwhelmed with thanksgiving to a God who knew, who knows.

Andy, I'm thrilled to have you in my life. Oh, the places we'll go!

I'm behind the times

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I'm always a bit behind the curve, which is why I haven't yet gotten around to watching the two latest episodes of Jamie Oliver's Food Revolution on hulu. I was poking around on the web when I ran across this spoiler-alert article about his efforts. The guy is doing some really wonderful things to educate people about what we eat blindly. Jamie's spiel on candy coatings (Season 2, episode 3) even prevented me from buying theatre snacks a couple of weeks ago (much to the disappointment of my movie buddy).*

All this to say, I'm sad for the close mindedness of a community (or the leadership over it) that was not open to letting Jamie revolutionize their diets. They're the ones losing out. There is a lot of good to be gained if we endure the growing pains of facing the facts.

*In an effort to steer clear of some of the nauseating things he reported are on the ingredient lists of some beloved sweeties, I'm going to try and opt for choices from places like Indie Candy, if at all possible.

Calling All Blog-Lovers

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I'm looking for links.

If you enjoy reading food, craft, entertaining-centric blogs, please post links to your favorite sites here. I'd be much obliged. Click the image credit below to have a look around my most recent favorite. Thanks for your help!

Slam Dunk

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Oh, I meant to tell you about this long ago, and was just reminded of it as I sat at my desk enjoying an afternoon pick-me-up. You see, I was introduced to this delicacy during my last visit to NYC (thanks to my hospitable hostess). This wafery-chocolatey cookie is called a Tim Tam and it comes from heaven above (or, to select American cities by way of Australia). New York is of course one of these premier locations. Birmingham, Alabama....not yet. Maybe like most fashion trends, they'll make their way down South, and then west, and then west....in a few years. I was delighted beyond delighted when my savvy Upper West sider friend smuggled some home for me last week.

So, what's the big deal about this cookie? Well, not only is this a stand-alone delicious choice, it is unparalleled in its excellence when combined with a cold glass of milk or a warm cup of joe. And alas! You may reach the pinnacle of enjoyment when you consume it with the "tim tam slam" method. For its utmost indulgence, you must bite off opposite corners of the cookie, inserting one into a hot cup of coffee. (The next step requires finesse and speed, and is not for the Emily Post devotee, as it will cause you to behave less than lady-like for a moment's time.) Wasting not another minute, you must then inhale your coffee as it rushes through the crispy layers of the cookie. When you get your first taste of coffee, time waits for no man. You must shove the entire cookie into your mouth, where it explodes into a chocolate pyrotechnic and you succumb to a coffee-soaked oblivion.

I googled this phenomenon, and, was not surprised to find that it's a thing. I even found google images of people slamming. And the great news, I found a site where you can order these goodies, and get them delivered to your doorstep. Thank goodness that the Aussies are so generous as to share with us.