Podcast Pusher: Imaginary Worlds

It’s simply a matter of timing that Imaginary Worlds didn’t make it onto my Podcast Pusher: Best of 2015 list, because it certainly has become one of my favorite podcasts ever. Imaginary Worlds is a must-listen for comic book nerds and science fiction enthusiasts that I first encountered when the show was featured as a takeover episode of 99% Invisible, another fave.

The host, Eric Molinksy, is a sci-fi fanboy, artist, and comic aficionado. The format of the podcast is mostly very smart interviews with creatives involved in comics or science fiction writers about a topic that Molinksy has thoroughly researched. A couple of weeks ago, he released an episode called Imagining Wonder Woman. I can’t recall if Molinksy identifies as a feminist on the show at all, but I identify a lot with his take on the world. This particular episode was a queer sex-positive nerd’s dream.

I had no idea that Wonder Woman’s mixed success in comic books, TV shows, and other mediums is due to the nature of her origin story and specifically, the fact that her origins are heavily influenced by feminist utopian fiction where other superhero stories were more influenced by mainstream science fiction. (I’ll take the liberty to say that it’s likely that she was a female lead that played the largest role in DC’s failure to properly fund and license her over the years, but her origin no doubt contributed.) But Wonder Woman was not simply conceived as a female version of already popular heroes like Superman and Batman. Her creator, William Marston was not a writer, comic book geek, or sci-fi reader, but was influenced by the women he spent his time with.

Marston was actually psychologist and inventor in a polyamorous relationship with his wife, Elizabeth and another woman, Olive Byrne — both of whom he heavily borrowed from in his portrayal of Princess Diana of Themyscira. He chose to reflect enlightened utopian ideals in the pages of the book, with the endless help of one of his students, Marjorie Huntley.  She may have also been part of this poly-family and largely goes without recognition for her contribution to the work. On covers and in the pages, Wonder Woman was often represented as tied up and bound which, while considered scandalous by some, was a reflection of the women’s rights movement’s oft-used imagery of women shedding their bindings and fighting their oppressors. While this was Marston’s public intention, Marston was also a personal fan of BDSM in the bedroom.

wonder-woman-1016324_1920A lot of the research for this episode comes from The Secret History of Wonder Woman, by author Jill Lepore, whom Molinksy spoke with for the episode. Her book is on my list for reading later this year.

My second favorite episode of Imaginary Worlds is from last February called Being Batman (For Now). It’s an interview with Scott Snyder, a comic book writer most known for penning the current books: Detective Comics, Batman, Batman: Eternal — a few books and storylines of which I’m a big fan.

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Snyder had the challenge of keeping his childhood hero (and one of the most well-known fictional characters ever) fresh, human and original. He chose to put a lot of himself into the heroes he was writing and has received much critical acclaim and is in great favor with Batman fans like myself.

I definitely have Batman v. Superman: Dawn of Justice on the brain, and these two episode are helping to keep me hyped as I await its release later this month. Molinksy’s show doesn’t just focus on comic book heroes, but dives into to any imaginary world within popular culture. Some of my other favorite episodes are Slave Leia, Han Shot Solo,  and Inside the Snow Globe, where Molinksy looks into the “unified theory” of television — started by writer and producer Tom Fantana (St. Elseware, among many other things) who loved crossovers so much and left such a legacy that many of our favorite TV shows since the 1980s may have all occurred in the same universe (or multiverse).

As always, I’m always up for a suggestion for a new podcast to listen to, especially anything covering queer topics, superheroes or design. Leave a note in the comments.

 

Podcast Pusher: Imaginary Worlds

Moments: 29 and Feeling Fresh

Like most people who crave attention, my birthday has always been one of my favorite times of the year. I say times (plural) because I grew up thinking my birthday lasted a minimum of three weeks. When I started dating Michael, he made it very clear he was not on board with my birthday festival and I started wearing him down on that from day one. (We met 5 days after my 24th birthday — I felt I was still celebrating on our first date.)

This year my birthday happened to coincide with the week a big client wanted me to come out to the bay area and workshop a report with her. My best friend Cara lives in San Francisco and generally, I will jump at any opportunity to visit the city by the bay and prefer to stay over at Cara’s apartment as opposed to sleeping alone in a hotel.

The way everything worked out, I was there for four days and on my actual 29th birthday, Cara and I were both able to take the day off of work. The night before, we had a sushi dinner and hit the Mission to get some drinks and dance. First, we hit up the Latin American Club which is known for, among other things, pouring obscenely strong margaritas. I mean obscenely strong, as in, we probably shouldn’t have had that second one.

We took this opportunity to send video messages to a few people who were coming up in conversation as the tequila was kicking in. This is Cara’s new thing; sort of like FaceTime voicemails. As the tequila took hold of us, it was clearly time to dance, so we bopped over to Beauty Bar (a watering hole that exists in Chicago as well). We had a great time, Cara got a few phone numbers and we danced the night away. Around 12:30, I went up to the DJ and informed him it was my birthday and he had yet to play any Beyoncé (which… rude). He brushed me off and after 30 more minutes of refusing to get in Formation, I turned to Cara and said, “I just realized we’re in a straight bar and I’m ready to go.”

Here are some highlights from the next day (my actual birthday) in SF with my bestie.

  • The Finnish Pancakes Cara made me for breakfast
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  • Shopping in the Mission where I got a new coat and bag worthy of an almost-30-something
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  • Dinner with Cara and my dear friends Lisa and Alejandro at Trestle (wearing my new coat)
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  • I also walked 9 miles through the city

I ultimately had my very successful client meeting the day after my birthday and flew home to Chicago when it was done.

Michael threw me a brunch birthday get-together on Saturday, themed Reduce, Reuse, Recycle, Rihanna — on Rihanna’s actual birthday celebrating her, me, and the third season of Broad City. Michael destroyed all prior brunch parties by making breakfast lasagna, the best potato salad I’ve ever had, shrimp cocktail, lemon bars, and a chocolate birthday cake among other things. We had a few friends over who brought me donuts and presents, gave me the sweetest cards, and kept the champagne flowing all afternoon. My friend Chad also made me this insane floral arrangement – outdoing himself once again.

This birthday was one for the books and I’m so thankful for Cara, Michael, and everyone else who made the celebration meet my birthday festival expectations.

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Moments: 29 and Feeling Fresh

Moments: Dan & Kara get hitched, Michael’s pants get stitched

My husband Michael and I have a lot more in common than being smart, queer and adorable. We both studied feminism in college and adopted it as a lifestyle. We love long walks across the city, even in the middle of January. We both love kids and want to adopt in a few years. (Make no mistake, this blog is just preparation for my gay dad blog.) We’re both kids at heart, even, who love to watch cartoons, read comic books, and play board games. I think a big part of the reason for our youthful mentality is that we are both the youngest of three as well; him with two older brothers and me with two older sisters.

One of the most fun and interesting things about marriage is that you may, as in my case, join a whole new family in the process. Michael’s immediate family lives in Florida, and while they’re certainly a lot different from my family, they’re also quite a bit the same. My sisters are 13 and 14 years my senior and I have loved being an uncle to my now teenage niece and nephews. Michael’s siblings are closer to our age. My brother-in-law Ben and his wife Evan have two little darlings under 3 and it’s so much fun to be the uncle of toddlers again.

Last weekend, Michael’s oldest brother Dan married someone who can only be described as his perfect match, Kara. She is the deputy director of the historic site called Spanish Point in Sarasota, Florida near where Michael grew up. Kara and Dan planned the wedding on their home turf at Spanish Point, a place where Kara had helped plan dozens of other weddings over the years. Their planning process seemed even lower stress than ours, as Kara’s insider knowledge guided her in knowing what she wanted and what she didn’t want in a Sarasota wedding.

After posing for some pictures with the family, and while waiting to pose for more pictures with the family, Michael was helping his brother keep our niece entertained outside, dancing, sitting on benches, getting back off benches — you know, typical toddler stuff. I stepped out to join them, just as Michael was squatting down to talk to our niece. We all heard a loud rip.

Now, my husband has a history of ripping his pants at weddings. In fact, this would be the third time it happened, but the first time where it happened prior to the wedding actually starting.”That did not sound good,” his brother Ben said, stating what we were all thinking and what Michael’s face was clearly emoting.

Michael was clenching his backside with a look of absolute horror and astonishment staring straight at me. “How bad is it?” I asked.

“Bad,” he said, wide-eyed.

I rolled my eyes, figuring that this would somehow be at least partially my problem to solve. “Let me take a look.” As he unclenched the ripped seam for my eyes only, I realized exactly what the look on his face was about: there was his bare ass staring back at me. No, he hadn’t taken the occasion of his brother’s nuptials to go commando, but rather our lack of clean laundry when we left for Florida meant he only a jockstrap to wear with his dress pants, which were now ripped open from waistband to where the sun don’t shine.

As much as I wanted to keel over laughing, there was a wedding happening in about an hour and I snapped into crisis mode, told him to stay put, and ran into the cottage where the pictures were being taken. My mission was to find a needle, some thread or some safety pins to save the day. Thankfully, another guest had brought all of that, so I dashed back outside and told Michael to get his bare ass into the house; all the while, no one had noticed what was going on beyond “Michael’s ripped his pants again.” He walked sideways up the stairs careful to cover himself and we went into the bathroom, where I pinned the fabric together and furiously hand-sewed the seam again, leaving the safety pins as double-reinforcement.

(Side note: This is a place where his and my family differ quite a bit. Had this been a wedding in my family, by the end of the night, especially after a few cocktails, I would have told everyone about the Janet Jackson level of wardrobe malfunction. But I’m still new to this family and I want to make sure I don’t get kicked out. So I kept to this myself knowing all well that I would tell everyone about it later, mentioning to Michael, “I can’t wait to tell this story at Cocktail Club.”)

Sure, Michael’s episode meant we missed a few brotherly photo opportunities, but the wedding was on. Even as the cold Florida winds, a side effect of Winter Storm Jonas, had guests in full on hats, scarves, and gloves, it was absolutely magical. (But seriously,\, 45 degrees in Florida means break out the winter parkas. Please note the pashmina table below — somebody Pinterest that now.)

I would be remiss not to mention how beautifully written my new sister-in-law’s vows were and how their friend officiated a heartfelt ceremony telling the story of Dan and Kara’s great love. As expected, the food  was exquisite, the drink superb, and the company even better. We caught up with uncles, aunts, and cousins; snuggled with our niece and nephew; drank Manhattans; laughed and told stories with family friends; ate a whole bunch of pie. And As Michael put it, the metal pins against his thighs were a constant reminder that he should not squat or bend lest anyone else in our family be subjected to any full moon other than the one above us in that night sky.

 

Moments: Dan & Kara get hitched, Michael’s pants get stitched

A Love Letter to West Elm

Dear West Elm,

The love I felt for you was instant and it hit me like a ton of mid-century bricks. I remember how my heart was all a-flutter as I walked through doors of your Lincoln Park store for the very first time. Oh, I was crushing. I was crushing hard. As we really got to know to each other on that first encounter, it was so apparent we were a match. I loved everything about you, from your style to your adorable sales associates to your to-go-to-be-true sales. I felt crazy that I had not known you sooner and knew my life would never be the same.

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I courted you as coyly as I could manage as I yearned for more; some juice glasses on clearance then a decorative bowl. But I couldn’t hold back. Soon enough, I had two of your rugs on their way to tie up my living room together with your love. Thankfully, I have the most understanding then-fiance/now-husband who recognized there was enough room for our love along with his and mine. Soon, I added you to our wedding registry, and before we knew it, we welcomed new bedding, pillow cases, and modern steel into our home.

Your love is like a cozy leather chair to snuggle up with that throw and read a book. Your love is like rose gold salad utensils, the way you deliver a hearty meal to my plate. Your love is like a modern table lamp, the way you light up my life. Your love is like a decorative pillow, very fun and useful in a specific way. Your love is a little wooden box with a marble top, holding all my most precious treasures. Your love is like a warm wool throw wrapped around me on a freezing Chicago day.

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Michael and I taking our last unmarried selfie in our new mirror given to us by my coworkers (and purchased from West Elm and hung up by my dad).

You could be the pillow I sleep on at night, the light that shows me the way, the reflection of myself I’ve always wanted to see. All we need to do is continue to explore these feelings we have and watch our love grow. West Elm, I can’t imagine my life without you and I’m so confident that our mutually beneficial relationship will continue if not forever, then certainly for years to come.

With love and admiration,

Work From Homo

PS – I’ve been thinking I need a new loveseat, what do you say?

 

A Love Letter to West Elm

Wood Work: My Grandfather’s Legacy

My grandfather passed away in March of 2013. During his last few years, his mind remained sharp as a tack, even as his body deteriorated; losing his ability to walk and see.

My poppy was a talented carpenter, having a hand in building nearly every home my mother lived in for her entire life. Growing up, they moved every couple of years as he finished a project and fell in love with a house he built. Little did he know, the spoiling effect that would have on my mom who has only lived in one place ever that wasn’t brand new when she moved in. As a family, we built both houses I grew up in including the one my parents live in now.

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Poppy also made beautiful furniture: selling stools at church, and making each of his grandchildren a sofa table by which to remember him. Mine has not quite made it to Chicago yet, but as soon as Michael and I buy a condo, we’ll find the perfect spot for it. He was inspiring in that way, an artist really, making homes, furniture and even jewelry for work and hobbies during his lifetime.

We recently sold the house he built for himself and my grandma shortly before I was born. This house was truly a work of art. From the outside, the home looks like a big red barn. The inside was warm and inviting, with a large living and lofted second-floor balcony. Pop put so much love into his craft. He laid each brick in the wall he built around their fireplace. He designed and put together each cabinet and door with all the little details that makes woodworking so appealing.

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If you can imagine, this was a pretty special place to have cozy Christmas mornings with my sisters and cousins or to enjoy a game of Scrabble with competing generations. It was also the home my grandparents loved to host their two daughters, two sons-in-law, five grandchildren and their spouses and nine great-grandkids for a meal, rambunctious as those great-grandkids may be.

Now that my Pop is gone, I feel I really missed an opportunity to have him pass on his lifetime of knowledge to his grandson.  After moving to Chicago, I found I was spending a lot more free time thinking about building and creating — becoming obsessed with HGTV renovation shows and Pinterest projects.

I had a small bout of unemployment in the summer of 2013 during which time, I spent over a month in my friend Jesse’s backyard sanding, staining and refinishing my kitchen table and chairs that were hand-me-downs from my parents. The experience was very rewarding and I shared pictures of the work I did refinishing with my family  who was excited to see my new interest in furniture and woodworking.

A few summers ago, I started researching craft schools in Chicago — seeking something to occupy my free time, while learning a skill and working with my hands. Luckily Chicago has a ton of options from glassblowing to metalwork, but ultimately I decided on a woodworking school (that happened to be a 10-minute walk from my place) where they specialized in furniture making and cabinetry using solid rough cut wood to make the projects. Excited and hopeful that the class would make me feel closer to my beloved grandpa, I signed up for Furniture Making 101.

My first class started a few weeks before Michael moved to Ohio for three months to attend a web dev boot camp. It may have been my favorite of three classes I took there, even though I have less to show for it. We studied the fundamentals of woodworking, using almost only hand tools to plane, chisel and saw wood into a 5×7 picture frame and a handmade sanding block. Taking a saw or chisel to a piece of wood is about the best stress reliever I’ve ever come across. It was like therapy. I loved it.

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The next class was much more intense, using for the first time the big expensive power tools, planers and jointers, table saws and Domino tables. Over the course of nine weeks, we molded raw wood into a side table.

Throughout the class, I constantly self-doubted, thinking I measured wrong and went back to do it again. After you cut a piece of wood, you certainly can’t uncut it. In the end, all the pieces fit just right and I was able to to glue the whole thing together, using only two screws to hold the tabletop on. The tabletop was the only thing that didn’t turn out quite perfect, the wood I used to make it would bow every so slightly each time I planned it, forcing me to joint and plane it again until it was finally flat enough though it ended up about 1/4 inch thinner than ideal.

The table itself really turned out beautiful, though. It’s an arts-and-crafts style design from a woodworking magazine. It now sits proudly in my living room.

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I took about six months off from woodworking. While certainly worth it, the classes are expensive (a little more than $400) and I didn’t think we could afford it while Michael was searching for his first programming job. I had one class to complete before “graduating.” This summer, after Michael had been working for a few months, I decided it was time to take the third and final class in their woodworking program. Of course, my supporting husband was all for it. So I paid for the class and we headed out to one of the few locations you can purchase rough sawn lumber in Chicago.

Michael and I piled a couple hundred dollars worth of walnut and hard maple into our car (with planks out both windows at the same time) and drove it over to our school to drop it off.

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In the new class, we would be making a telephone table — which is a tall side table that were incredibly popular in the days when homes had one telephone, usually located in a hallway or common area. We hit the ground running, molding and transforming the huge cuts of lumber into legs, drawer parts, panels, and a beautiful tabletop.

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This class somehow seemed easier than the last — something just clicked about how to cut and organize and make sure pieces fit together. Woodworking is not easy, its a lot of math (mostly in your head) and visualizing how two pieces match and fit together in a product you won’t be putting together until the very end. This piece of furniture was not without its issues. While using my favorite tool, the Festool Domino, I must have misaligned something and when I finally put my table together for the first time, nothing fit quite right. Thankfully, a few hours on a Saturday was enough to fix up the issues and I was able to complete my table with the rest of my class.

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I’m not much of a spiritual person, but I do believe in human connection that can transcend distance and difference and life and death. Every time I pick up a tool to work on creating something, I feel a little closer to my grandfather, who was a great teacher, friend, and storyteller. That feeling does not leave me feeling sad, but rather happy that even a small part of him is still with me today. My tables sit in my favorite corner of the apartment, with one of my Pop’s many canes leaning against it and one of his many tools hanging on the wall just above it.

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Wood Work: My Grandfather’s Legacy

Podcast Pusher: Best of 2015

For me, 2015 was definitely the year of the podcast. I am utterly and completely obsessed. I think I first started dabbling with listening to podcasts when I was a blogger in college, probably even considered making one with my friend Rachel at some point, but never followed through. In 2014 though, Serial and StartUp got me hooked and I haven’t looked back.

I also have to credit a couple of people with nurturing my love of podcasts. My husband Michael has been a podcast fanboy for years. He used to mostly listen to podcasts from NPR and various baseball writers that he followed on Twitter as a means to feed his love for knowledge and America’s Pastime. We listen to a lot of the same shows, finding it a stimulating alternative to TV.

I did not grow up listening to NPR, as he did, so I have decades of This American Life to catch up on (don’t worry, I’m not actively trying), but I’m a total convert these days and listen to TAM, Wait Wait… Don’t Tell Me! (WWDTM), the Ted Radio Hour, Fresh Air and regularly catch the Afternoon Shift from WBEZ. I love all the abbreviations that come with NPR.

The other person I have to credit with my podcast passion is my hilarious and talented friend Brittany Luse. In late 2014, I was alerted by our mutual friend that Brittany and her friend Eric had started a podcast called “For Colored Nerds” (FCN for white folks — love to abbrev.). Brittany is absolutely magnetic coming in through headphones. And Eric plays off of Brittany in the a perfect way. I feel lucky that I have gotten to know one of her best friends through FCN, even if we haven’t met.

Brittany and I totally reconnected after FCN started, now talking nearly every day, quite often about podcasts. I knew how good she was, but maybe I was a little bias? After all, she was my friend, and her podcast was like getting to hang out with her every other week for an hour in spite of the physical distance between us. And then to make a long story short, she was personally selected for a job at Gimlet Media based on her natural talent for radio and is mere days away from starting her own show on their network — Sampler, a podcast about PODCASTS. Obviously, Michael and I donated to become Gimlet members and so we got a solid preview of her show and absolutely loved it. I highly suggest you subscribe on iTunes, so you can listen when it finally arrives on January 18th.

As part of being a being a fan of podcasts, I push them on everyone. My coworkers, friends, siblings, even people I meet at parties are very often the recipients of my saying: “So I just heard this podcast I think you would love…” following up with a text linking them to episode I think they’ll love. I’m a total podcast pusher. And now, I’m going to push you.

Here are the top podcasts of 2015 as rated by me. If you give any of them a listen, please let me know. I love to talk pcasts with anyone and everyone!

Best shows of 2015:

1. Reply All from Gimlet Media

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Hosts PJ Vogt and Alex Goldman host a show about the internet. But it’s really so much more. These two have a bromance that is evident from their equal parts love and disdain for each other. They’re best friends whose livelihood is totally dependent on one another. I can’t put my finger on what exactly makes Reply All my absolute favorite podcast of 2015 other than that it is amazing story-telling. They weave their personal relationship seamlessly in with the stories they’re telling of others. The only thread throughout the show is the internet, a topic as broad as the internet itself, and it works. It’s just so damn relatable. No matter how many podcasts I have in my cue, I always hit play on Reply All as soon as it’s available. It has made me laugh and cry numerous times, not to mention the times it made me feel extremely uncomfortable (like when PJ was micro-dosing on LSD and… going to work).

Start with: #32 The Evilest Technology On Earth 🙂 It was so difficult to pick an episode that I really loved, but the one I chose happened to be originally posted on my anniversary. And since I obviously can’t pick just one, also listen to #37 Taking Power.

2.Women Of the Hour

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So I’ve been a fan of Girls since the start. I haven’t read Lena’s book or seen Tiny Furniture and I don’t consider myself a big fan of her as a person, as much as I loved Girls. That is, until recently. Women of the Hour is an exceptional five part series produced by the all female #podsquad at BuzzFeed last fall. It’s smart, intentional, funny, emotional, beautiful, complex, heart-breaking, queer, and up-lifting. The show features incredible women like writers Ashley Ford, Anne Helen Peterson, Janet Mock, and Zadie Smith; and actors Emma Stone, Amy Sedaris, her costar and real life best friend Jemima Kirke, and Aidy Bryant. Lena, like myself, is striving to do the work to acknowledge our privilege and unlearn the racism, (internalized) sexism, (internalized) homophobia, and transphobia of our heteronormative patriarchal society. In this show, she does the important work of being an ally: that is not speaking for others, but rather pointing to those people and giving them a chance to tell their story.

Start with: Episode 1: Friendship and I know you’ll keep going. Lena and Ashley Ford explain their complicated and beautiful internet friendship in this introductory episode.

3.Mystery Show

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Starlee Kine is one-of-a-kind, not to mention a little awkward, creepy, and stalker-ish (I mean that in the best way possible). I think I read someone describe her as a modern day gumshoe, solving the mysteries no one else would ever bother with. It makes for great radio. Endlessly entertaining, Kine has an obvious knack for story telling and a shameless attitude about asking questions and uncovering answers. The only downside is how few episodes can be produced in a given season. I’m so looking forward for season 2.

Oh yeah, when you become a member of Gimlet Media, they send you a T-Shirt from the show of your choice. I picked Mystery Show.

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Start with: Case #2 Britney where Starlee finds out exactly why Britney Spears was photographed with a copy of a book her friend wrote that no one read.

4.For Colored Nerds

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As I mentioned earlier, my real-life-friend Brittany is the host of FCN, the conversations black people have when white people aren’t around, except they record them and put them on the internet. I swear, even if you haven’t had the pleasure of knowing Brittany for years as I have, this show is so great. She and her BFF Eric deliver honest, thoughtful, and often hilarious commentary on race and pop culture and just what it’s like moving through the world as young black folks in America.

Start with: From Bessie to Beyonce, follow up with I’m Thankful (where Michael and I get a shoutout for giving Brittany a few issues of one of my favorite comic books, Bitch Planet) and then keep it moving with Dear White People.

5.Happier with Gretchen Rubin

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This show is totally cheesy and probably resonates best with female married Gen Xers, but on that note, I cannot get enough. I would describe the shows host, upholder and author Gretchen Rubin, as awesomely uncool (and fine with that) with a total obsession when it comes to habits and happiness. Her sister, monotone “straight man” Elizabeth Craft, is the perfect yin to Gretchen’s spunky yang, and as a fellow obliger, I relate to her so much. Gretchen and Elizabeth explore what exactly makes us happy and how we can keep up the habits we want to keep to live our lives healthfully and happily. While I listen to the show religiously every week, Michael (also an obliger) tends to listen when he’s cooking, cleaning or doing chores and needs some inspiration.

We have picked up several good habits from Gretchen’s suggestions including: power hours (not the kind we did in college, guys), the One-Minute Rule, and giving ourselves and each other demerits and gold stars. I just finished reading Gretchen’s second book, Better Than Before, as well. The podcast is very much the embodiment of the book in audio form.

Start with: Episode 35: Upholders – Are You A Hermione? and then the next three episodes to really understand how Gretchen formulates happiness around habit formation.

6. Another Round with Heben & Tracy

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PEW PEW PEW! Heben and Tracy are the affirming hosts of BuzzFeed’s Another Round where they discuss race, pop culture, life, bad jokes and squirrels — I cannot forget squirrels. This is another one I tend to play immediately, regardless of what’s waiting in my feed, as it always leaves me with an optimistic feeling, wishing only that I could share a cocktail with the dynamic hosts.

Start with: Episode 19: Was That A Microaggression Or Just Tuesday? because I love Audie Cornish, but the Hilary Clinton episode is pretty damn good as well.

7.Death Sex + Money

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Anna Sale talks about three of my favorite topics in spite of how difficult it can be to speak on those subjects with guests from all walks of life. By naming the topics in the show name, the guests know what they’re getting themselves into and it relieves some of the societal pressure and shame about being honest when it comes to death, sex, money. I hope listeners can take a page out of her book and talk about all three more often.

Start with: Hedwig, Older and a Little Less Angry with John Cameron Mitchell.

8. conversation parade

Conversation Parade

John Moe and Open Mike Eagle discuss their favorite TV show, and one of mine, in a podcast about Adventure Time, one of the best cartoons ever made. The show comes from such a place of nerdy love and with so many great interviews with voice actors and animators from the show, you’d almost think it was officially sanctioned. If you’re an Adventure Time fan, this podcast is a must-listen.

Start with: Episode 6: Storyboarding and BMO’s Multitudes

9. StartUp

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I didn’t love season 2 as much as season 1, but the original podcast from Gimlet Media couldn’t not be on my list of best pcasts. Alex Blumberg is totally adorable and you find  yourself really rooting for him as a CEO and co-founder of this for-profit media endeavor.

Start with: Episode 15: Married To Your Business from the mini-season revisiting Gimlet Media as the subject of its inaugural podcast.

10. RadioLab

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Clearly one of the most solid shows NPR produces, RadioLab is a favorite of mine and Michael’s. Host Jad Abumrad is curious about how the world works and elevates topics about science, technology, philosophy and the human experience.

Start with: Darkode

Honorable Mention: Dear Sugar

Dear Sugar

I would definitely put this podcast in the touchy-feely category. Hosts Cheryl Strayed and Steve Almond take their advice column to the radio, where they give realistic and useful advice to people going through it. Dear Sugar is an ironic name for the show, as the hosts do not sugar code a thing, especially when they disagree with each other. What makes it work so well is how they give weight to the complexity of family, love, sex and relationships and offer those that write to them honest, thoughtful, and equally complex advice. I love this podcast so much that I couldn’t leave it off. Michael bought me Tiny Beautiful Things, a collection of essays from the advice column with the same name, for Christmas and it’s next up on my reading list.

Start with: Episode 10: When Friendships End

 

 

Podcast Pusher: Best of 2015

Hikes with Mikes: The Rest of 2015

Well, we did. We officially completed 12 hikes (one for each month) in the year of 2015. Doing a monthly outdoor adventure was my best friend friend Mike’s New Year’s resolution and when he brought up to my husband Michael and I, we were so in.

You may have noticed that I haven’t posted a blog in about four months and well life (but mostly myself) has gotten in the way. 2016 is a fresh start and looks to be promising great adventures of all kinds. In the next few weeks, aside from starting some new posts, I will be reflecting on the year that was 2015 (the good and the bad) and musing about my intentions and goals for this brand new year.

In September, the Mikes split up for their hikes and it was one of the few we didn’t do together. Mike went camping for a night with a group of friends at Kettle Moraine State Park, north of Milwaukee, where I believe there was some nature, some hills, and some drinking. I wasn’t there, but that’s what I gather.

Michael and I couldn’t go on the camping trip for some reason, so we decided to give ourselves an easy month in September and just hike the brand new 606 urban landscape here in Chicago. It was fun, felt more like walking than hiking for sure, but hey, the point is to get outside! There were also not quite so many photo opportunities when “hiking” amongst hipsters, bikers, and strollers.

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This fall I got really extra into wearing denim on denim as well.

October was a big month for #hikeswithmikes. Our resident hike organizer Mike turned 30 years old! A week before his birthday, in mid-October, we invited our first ever guest, Mike’s BFF Ashley, on our hike at the Waterfall Glen County Forest Preserve. Oh, the fall foliage!

It was a fun easy hike. The weather was fantastic as you’ll see from the photos. The Mikes and I decided to up the ante so-to-speak by doing 10 push ups and 10 lunges at every mile marker. Fitness!

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Here’s the birthday boy looking buff.
The #hikeswithmikes squad just after finishing lunch mid-hike.
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The Original #HikesWithMikes crew standing in front of my favorite tree on this particular hike. Thanks for the photo Ashley!
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Just a couple of husbands on a hike.

Thirtieth birthdays will likely be a running a theme in this blog for a while as we’re getting to that time in life. I’m about to turn 29 and Michael’s 30th birthday is just a few months after that. Mike decided to celebrate his 30th by waking up on a mountain top in Colorado and coerced his beau Harrison out into the snowy mountain trails. (Hiking is statedly NOT Harrison’s thing, but he’s a good sport.) Michael and I were not able to join the boys in Colorado unfortunately, but have resolved to do more overnight hiking trips (in other states, perhaps) for 2016. This year, we’re doing #CampsWithMikes!

Part of the reason we were not able to join Mike in Colorado was that my best friend Cara also turned 30 the same week. Cara has lived in San Francisco for seven years and I have been hashtag blessed enough to visit her many times when I was out there for work, as well as a few planned trips as well. In October, Michael and I spent an amazing weekend with Cara and her family in Sonoma and San Francisco (more on that later). Our last day all together in San Francisco, we hiked down a trail at Fort Funston, which is also known as Doggy Disneyland because its a dog park and pretty damn beautiful.

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Cara’s adorable dog Scout was loving the beach and leaping to catch balls in the air. (Thanks for the photo Kim!)
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Michael and I hiking down to the beach.

This hike definitely put to the fun in Funston. (Had to.)

November ended up being our second snowiest hike of the year (February was the most). The Mikes and I took a stroll through the Morton Arboretum, which I highly suggest. We plan to go back again in a different season (Spring or Fall) to see the difference in the landscape.

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Had to screen shot it.
Morton Arboretum
Nothing says hiking in Illinois like some sort of industrial plant in the background.
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Mike was dwarfed by some snowy trees.

This December, as any Midwesterner will love to tell you was unseasonably warm. The Mikes and I took ourselves to the Deer Grove Forest Preserve where we hiked a cool 5 miles or so along their trails. Deer Grove is important because it’s one of the older forest preserves in the state and therefore, it has been mostly undisturbed by industry and the human population over the last hundred years.

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Mike and I standing on some cut down Ash trees.
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Just a couple of Mikes leaning on some logs.
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In 2016, we’re taking #HikesWithMikes to the next level by doing weekend-long outdoor adventures with a goal of camping for half of our hikes this year. We plan to do more exercise integration into our hikes (push ups every mile, lunges, etc.) and really bring fitness to the forefront of our hikes.

During our December hike, we discussed how much fun it has been doing these monthly outdoor adventures. (Thanks Mike!!) Mike’s company incentivizes wearing a FitBit and Michael and I asked for them for Christmas from his parents so we are tracking our steps like never before. Mike also got a selfie-stick for Christmas, so we can expect more pictures of the three of us on our hikes this year.

Mike and I are working on a grading scale for each hike that I will start posting as soon as its ready. We’re up for another hike in the next few weeks.

 

Hikes with Mikes: The Rest of 2015

Hikes With Mikes: August at Cowles Bog & the Indiana State Dunes

Two weeks ago, the Mikes and I went on what I can only describe as the ultimate summer hike. If you remember, in January, we hiked Cowles Bog on a particularly warm weekend. As soon as we made it down to Lake Michigan on that rare warm weekend, we vowed to go back in the summer.

We made good on that vow and neither the hike nor the weather disappointed. All three of us agreed, it was our best hike yet.

Cowles Bog is part of the Indiana Dunes State Park about and hour and twenty minutes south of Chicago. We took the long way down to Lake Michigan where we hiked about two miles, with the last 3/4 of a mile being a steep hike up and down a sandy dune.

Mike hiking down the dune to Lake Michigan.
Mike hiking down the dune to Lake Michigan.

Hiking down the dune is truly enticing as you approach a beautiful white sand beach, fairly secluded. There were a couple of boats anchored just off shore, the water was surprisingly clear (even with the factory as a backdrop to the north). We made it down the beach about an hour after arriving, and sat down to eat our homemade tuna salad sandwiches and drink a savory Hibiscus ale called Rosa from Revolution Brewing Company. (Trust me, it’s the best summer beer there is.) After our second attempt at eating Tuna Salad sandwiches mid-hike, we all agreed that, while delicious, tuna salad sandwiches were not the easiest or best food to take on a hike.

The Mikes and I ready to jump back in the lake.
The Mikes and I ready to jump back in the lake.

After lunch was done, it was all we could do to put on sunscreen and dive right into that great big blue lake. Never has anything felt more satisfying than spending two hours playing in the water mid-hike on a 90 degree day.

The weather was so nice, we hesitated leaving this secluded paradise, even with the sand blowing the down the beach, burying our towels and bags. We picked up a paddle board that had been lost at sea, riding the playful lake waves and finally beaching it before taking off for our 1.4 mile hike back to the car.

Michael hiking back up the steep dunes after a few hours swimming in that Great Lake.
Michael hiking back up the steep dunes after a few hours swimming in that Great Lake.

The worst of it the hike back came straight away, when our sun-kissed legs had to hike up the sandy dune at a devastating incline. As we walked back the familiar ground, filled in with leaves and flowers and plenty of bugs, the three of us mostly kept quiet and just put one foot in front of the other, perhaps due to our state after a few hours at the beach or perhaps just taking in all the magnificent nature around us. For me, it was definitely some of both.

We piled ourselves into the car and Michael drove us back to the city where our now-traditional bottle of bubbles awaited us in our fridge. We drank to our health and to ourselves.

Hikes With Mikes: August at Cowles Bog & the Indiana State Dunes

Hikes With Mikes: June at LaBagh Woods

After a lot of back and forth, the Mikes and I decided to do our hike at LaBagh Woods, a forest preserve about 4 miles west of our neighborhood in Chicago. It was recommended to us as an alternative to our original destination of the 606, which was trending a little too hard for us to feel like it was real hike.

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The LaBagh Woods trail is similar to the 606 in that it’s a converted old rail line that folks hike and bike up and back — only it has been left a little more natural than the paved walkway that is the 606. Part of the hike is along an overpass of Foster Ave, a busy road in Chicago that I usually take on my way to the airport. The hike itself was very easy, but the scenery and dense bug populations left much to be desired. The Mikes and I decided that it was definitely our grossest hike yet. The lake located in the woods was overflowing due to quite a bit of rain in early June and created a muddy and swamp-like atmosphere full of bugs, which we were not prepared for.

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One of the only highlights of this the light city hike was seeing a family of city deer who let us get very close all while keeping a watchful eye on us as they cruised the woods backing up to a row of houses on the edge of the woods. There was also a group of preteens setting off fire crackers who scattered once they saw us, not that they were hurting anything.

IMG_7060Although I will now always think of the trail as I drive under the overpass on Foster Ave on the west side, I doubt we will be going back.

Hikes With Mikes: June at LaBagh Woods

A Love Letter to My Life’s Biggest Time Suck

Hi Television,

I really really miss you. One week ago, after cramming in two more episodes of OINTB, the devastating GoT finale, Silicone Valley (which I think we’ll both admit is not either of our favorite spawn of yours, but it’s eye between GoT and Veep), and the Veep finale, we decided to take a break. Nothing permanent, I just think it’s best that we spend a month apart.

I think it’s rad how cool about it you were. You were all, “Netflix will be here when you get back. I’m sure you can manage to avoid any major spoilers on your favorite orange-clad girls. And Michael can still listen to Chicago Cubs games on the radio!”

I was really inspired by your reaction, but that kind of made it harder for me. You know, TV, you’re definitely one my longest relationships. You and I have spent more time together than anyone I know. So I thought, instead of lamenting on how I miss you so much, I’d just write you this love letter and reminisce about all the good times we’ve had over the years. After all, me writing more was one of the big ideas behind our mutually consensual hiatus.

When I was a kid, do you remember how you’d surprise me every now and then with free Disney channel for a week or sometimes a month?! My parents cable package didn’t include Disney, so if I happened to be lucky enough to find out from a cousin or classmate that Disney was ready and waiting on channel 74, oh man what fun would ensue. Hopefully, the Race to Witch Mountain would be on so I could fantasize about being a warlock (gay I know) or even better The Little Mermaid TV series so I could fantasize about tagging along as Ariel’s little merman cousin. It got gayer.

Or while growing up, how you showed me the struggles of teen hood via Boston Public and gave my sister her first opportunity to talk about gay people with me, how she wondered what it must feel like to hide something so profound about yourself, and how you’d know when you found a person you could open up to. It was her way of telling me, I would always be loved no matter what.

You weren’t always so great for me. Eventually, we became a little codependent like many of the relationships in my life. I couldn’t get enough of you. You were intoxicating. I abhorred summer for its lack of quality programming. In high school, on school nights, I couldn’t wait to turn off all the lights, climb in bed and watch Untucked on MTV — titillated by the very idea of seeing two very shirtless, very sexy dudes get it on in a dorm room or basement apartment. You kept me up late absorbing all the wisdom that 2 loony psychologist brothers and three widows and a divorcee could offer a blossoming homosexual. Or in college, when I would stay up watching Text Me TV for no apparent reason other than I was in need of zapping some brain cells.

You’ve change so much since I’ve known you. Where once you were antennas and basic cable and an occasional video game, you are now that and Netflix and Amazon Prime. Where you were once Roseanne and My Brother and Me and the Cosby Show, you are now well, still Roseanne, but a lot of other new stuff too.

You are independent dramas. You are emotional and heartfelt comedies. You are terrible cable news cycles. You’ve shown me great triumphs like the 1996 Women’s Gymnastics Olympic Team. (Shout out to Dominique Dawes and Dominique Moceanu!) You introduced me to Will & Grace, to this day one of the funniest comedies of all time. You were there to show me attacks on the World Trade Center as my world began to expand beyond the small bubble I had known. You brought me close to me late 20s sister as we bonded over Buffy and Angel. You gave me an excuse to have out with friends every week and watch the OC or Real World or the Bachelorette. You showed me our first black President Barack Obama’s inaugural speech, twice!

You are my Friends. You are my Girls. You are my Top Chef. You are my Mad Men. You are not America’s Next Top Model. You are my daily dose of Star Trek wisdom. You are my comfort in a lonely hotel room. You are my means of escaping a world that seems ever-riddled with terrors and problems that are just too big. You an ever-changing and adapting tool for entertainment, fantasy, education, bullshit, and change. And I love you from the bottom of my heart.

Forever yours,

WFH

A Love Letter to My Life’s Biggest Time Suck