Ms Lipmann
strategic planner at 22squared. recovering diet coke addict. enthralled by brands, venture capitalism, tech, entertainment, social media, design, and creative endeavors in general.
curiosity counts: How Ideas Become Shoes: Creativity in Process →
Fascinating read (and many others linked within it) on the surge of interest in dissecting creativity and debunking the solo ‘Aha!’ moment.
Excerpt: What she found over the course of her research was that there was a strong connection between the sensory elements of shoemaking—the smell of…
one forty plus: Degree of Difficulty: 10 →
I feel badly that Anita Baker is taking flak for her performance of the Star Spangled Banner at game 4 of the NBA Finals. That song is technically one of the most difficult songs to do justice to, and it’s almost always performed in high-anxiety situations. I know Francis Scott Key is known as the…
dude, I really think John Mayer and I should get married. I know he’s a tool and a douchebag and whatever all else, and he said all those asshole things about jessica simpson and seems to be extraordinarily troubled re: women in general, but you know me, I’m not really focused on the details. I just think we’d be really compatible. We could be sardonic around one another and make fun of the people we are closest to, then go get a quick dinner at Pastis because it’s always good and it’s close and neither of us really wanted to think about a more imaginative option (or maybe the spotted pig or waverly inn, though i am not sure either of those places are cool anymore because i live in AMERICA (fuck yeah) now and not the independent republic of manhattan and am not super up to date on my trendy dining establishments), then go to the bowery ballroom and see a show. or not, maybe we’ll just go home and hang out in his apartment and listen to music and drink one glass of really good bourbon or red wine each. it will be simple and relaxing and comfortable and completely correct. I’ll go with him on tour because at that point I will be an independent brand consultant so I’ll be able to work from the road. And he’ll want me there, because even if we can’t really spend a whole lot of time together because he’ll be working, I’ll be there for moral support if things get hard.
Sigh. This is just more evidence that I am a Pisces (to an absolute T), and I tend to get, um, carried away when it comes to daydreaming. but it’s a nice little daydream, and it was certainly a more fun use of 15 minutes than doing what I am supposed to be doing (expense reports).
A video reply to Zach Anner.
Sunday morning I watched and then re-blogged Zach’s audition video for Oprah’s “Your OWN Show” contest. By the end of the night it looked like his campaign had picked up considerable steam. Zach was cool enough to give a shout out for the reblog and also provide a gorgeous still shot of the two of us modeling for the Gap.
Yeah so basically all I do here is get all fluttery over john mayer, i guess. oh well, i suppose there are worse things I could be doing with time/space on the internet. and this zach anner person is AWESOME.
Just because. :)
Let us rise up and be thankful;
for if we didn’t learn a lot today,
at least we learned a little,
and if we didn’t learn a little,
at least we didn’t get sick,
and if we got sick,
at least we didn’t die; so,
let us all be thankful.
meh →
all I hear about these days, from everyone (well, from my mom and from most of the media advertising marketing blather that I am too immersed in) is that I have to DO DO DO DO DO DO DO DO don’t think just do oh wait actually you do need to think but then get back to DOOOOOOING. My problem is I…
I came down here originally in 1972 with some drunken fraternity guys and had never seen anything like it — the climate, the smells. It’s the cradle of music; it just flipped me. Someone suggested that there’s an incomplete part of our chromosomes that gets repaired or found when we hit New Orleans. Some of us just belong here…If I could put my finger on it, I’d bottle it and sell it.
John Goodman (via cajunboy)
Uncannily (and a little disconcerting, but not really because it’s nice to know that there are other people like me out there who feel this way) how I would describe how I feel about New Orleans, a city I have been to one time.
(via myideaboard)
I don’t do wishes.
Every 11:11, every shooting star, every horseshoe, four leaf clover, every candle on every birthday cake,
I never wasted a wish on you.
Whatever’s meant to be, will be.
