Video footage from the 2014 NC Corgi Picnic (http://mattjanowsky.com/portfolio-view/week-35/)
My butt is shown hopping up and down in the air from 0:43 until 0:51 in the background. I’m the red one with the lightning stripe white marking.
The little guy being thrown off the dock is my little (actual) brother, Don Corgleone.
Oh man, so many familiar faces! Great little video of stumps-in-motion!
CORGIS ARE THE GREATEST
AND SO IS THIS VIDEO
Also shout out to Don Corgleone’s corgmahm for being totally ridiculous and representing humans owned by corgis everywhere.
Re blogging so I remember to mark my calendar for next year for this EPIC event.
Does being made an “honorary dame” mean that Angelina Jolie is British now? Because I thought we agreed like 238 years ago that we weren’t going to do this nonsense. I’m simultaneously annoyed with the Queen for giving this title and with Angelina Jolie for taking it.
I am, however, absolutely dying to know what Shiloh wore to Buckingham Palace. Probably jorts.
I was starting to see a second theme here, which is that being basic rules. Who the hell decided these things were bad? Someone that hates the barely-country voice of a singing angel, and comfortable clothes? Someone who has never been hugged by a girl wearing that delicious smelling perfume everyone seems to intuitively know to wear? The Official Declarers of That Which Is Basic have clearly never experienced the freedom of sitting cross legged in yoga pants at the office, nor felt the love that is a sheep’s wig engulfing ones feet. Maybe they don’t have a Panera in their neighborhood (basic girls have a thing for paninis and salads) so it’s possible these anti-basics don’t even know what they’re missing.
Reblogging for my husband.
"The first thing I do is I dress for airports. I dress for security. I dress for the worst-case scenario. Comfortable shoes are important — I like Clarks desert boots because they go off and on very quickly, they’re super comfortable, you can beat the hell out of them, and they’re cheap.
In my carry-on, I’ll have a notebook, yellow legal pads, good headphones. Imodium is important. The necessity for Imodium will probably present itself, and you don’t want to be caught without it. I always carry a scrunchy lightweight down jacket; it can be a pillow if I need to sleep on a floor. And the iPad is essential. I load it up with books to be read, videos, films, games, apps, because I’m assuming there will be downtime. You can’t count on good films on an airplane.
I check my luggage. I hate the people struggling to cram their luggage in an overhead bin, so I don’t want to be one of those people.
On the plane, I like to read fiction set in the location I’m going to. Fiction is in many ways more useful than a guidebook, because it gives you those little details, a sense of the way a place smells, an emotional sense of the place. So, I’ll bring Graham Greene’s The Quiet American if I’m going to Vietnam. It’s good to feel romantic about a destination before you arrive.”
"I never, ever try to weasel upgrades. I’m one of those people who feel really embarrassed about wheedling. I never haggle over price. I sort of wander away out of shame when someone does that. I’m socially nonfunctional in those situations.
I don’t get jet lag as long as I get my sleep. As tempting as it is to get really drunk on the plane, I avoid that. If you take a long flight and get off hungover and dehydrated, it’s a bad way to be. I’ll usually get on the plane, take a sleeping pill, and sleep through the whole flight. Then I’ll land and whatever’s necessary for me to sleep at bedtime in the new time zone, I’ll do that.
There’s almost never a good reason to eat on a plane. You’ll never feel better after airplane food than before it. I don’t understand people who will accept every single meal on a long flight. I’m convinced it’s about breaking up the boredom. You’re much better off avoiding it. Much better to show up in a new place and be hungry and eat at even a little street stall than arrive gassy and bloated, full, flatulent, hungover. So I just avoid airplane food. It’s in no way helpful.
For me, one of the great joys of traveling is good plumbing. A really good high-pressure shower, with an unlimited supply of hot water. It’s a major topic of discussion for me and my crew. Best-case scenario: a Japanese toilet. Those high-end Japanese toilets that sprinkle hot water in your ass. We take an almost unholy pleasure in that.”
"I’ve stopped buying souvenirs. The first few years I’d buy trinkets or T-shirts or handcrafts. I rarely do that anymore. My apartment is starting to look like Colonel Mustard’s club. So much of it comes out of the same factory in Taiwan.”
"The other great way to figure out where to eat in a new city is to provoke nerd fury online. Go to a number of foodie websites with discussion boards. Let’s say you’re going to Kuala Lumpur — just post on the Malaysia board that you recently returned and had the best rendang in the universe, and give the name of a place, and all these annoying foodies will bombard you with angry replies about how the place is bullshit, and give you a better place to go.”
Bourdain Appreciation Life.
Raleigh/local friends: I’ve listed a pair of lacquered cane-back chairs for sale. They are fab- just don’t have room for them in our new spot and want them to go to a good home. They have been hanging out in our guest room with very light use. They are vintage, with a professional lacquer job and new upholstery with re-tufted seats. You can see more pics at the link- feel free to email me at email@example.com if you are interested!
Local franz- Please make sure to mark your calendars for this event at Furbish on Monday. Banish Monday blues with some complimentary booze and pretty sparkly items that will be on display at the store. I’ll be the one in the corner guzzling whatever white whale cocktail is being served with alllll the jane pope jewelry rings on.