Thanksgiving: Forget the Food, its about the Conversation

There is nothing I love more than my hip little family, arguing about who introduced who to what band first.

Do you like ___bandname___?
Dude, don't even start me on that I'm the one who showed this bastard their music.
What?! No way, I swear to God I knew about them before you.
Don't even act like that... this is just like the time when I told you about __another band__ and you "started" liking them.
Whatever, Douchebag...


Bands argued about over turkey:

White Rabbits verdict: good, "but I knew about them first!"
Black Kids verdict: general agreement that the name is very "wtf"
Devendra Banhart verdict: wish he was still with Natalie
The Sounds verdict: been there, done that. 8th grade.
Santogold verdict: played out
Kings of Leon verdict: awesome
St. Vincent verdict: continually awesome
Kanye West verdict: undecided about new album
Q-Tip verdict: new album better than Kanye's

Love is All Around Me

I love keeping lists. I especially treasure keeping a list of things that make me happy, or that I love and appreciate in great and small ways. I update this list regularly in a little marble composition notebook which I keep by my bed.

Occasionally I meditate by entering each item of the list into a document, but now, here it is for the world to see...

The list of things that make me happy:
http://ingridpierre.com/lovelist.html

That's it. No More Online Shopping.

new purchases highlight
(f21, Target.com)

So, I began this whole shopping binge thinking I just really, really needed to invest in some basics because my wardrobe is almost nothing but statement pieces.

The Prelapsarian list:
1. White Scarf
2. Simple Cardigan
3. Cute Shoes
4. Winter Coat

Instead, I reconned an old trench, and bought the following:

1. Fringed White Scarf
2. Faux leather leggings
3. Cardigan
4. Two basic tees, in black and white
5. Fringe-y boots
6. Grey Tights
7. Fleece Lined Lace Gloves
8. Black above-the-knee skirt
9. Black and Silver Miniskirt

Despite my deviance, all came out to less than 100 bucks, so w00t w00t b****s.
Maybe later I'll make a post about the hypocrisy of hipster culture and the consumerism that has taken hold of my generation and the vacuity of image and perception that now plagues young females in society.

Just kidding (maybe).

The Magic of Numbers (44)

Apart from the title being a cheeky campus joke, there is a certain magic to numbers isn't there?
And before you write me off as riding the crazy train, I have to say that the number 44 has me a little freaked out these days.

For starters,
Barack Obama is our 44th president,
Michelle Obama is 44 years of age currently.

Cute little coincidence? The number is a palindrome (one of my favorite things on earth, thanks Demetri Martin!) to boot. Numerologists know the number 44, a "Master Number" has this significance:

44 = 4 + 4 = 8
that base number 8 indicates in China, sudden fortune or prosperity.
44 represents a higher octave of 8
8 represents material accomplishment -- money, material freedom, business, high finance, control, power, success, achievement, recognition, profit, executive ability, management, authority, fairness, and responsibility.

Despite the fact that I know this to be stupid new-age-y bullshit, I can't help but get the heebiejeebies. Numerology, at the very least, points my lovely new Prez in the right direction.

Fakes, Leather, S&M, and all things Salacious

There is an undeniably S & M quality to black lame, latex, bodytight, whatevers.

Just bought a cheap pair of faux leather leggings for when I'm feeling a little bit Vivienne Westwood (or Pat Benatar). I wouldn't dare wear them alone though. That's for the anorexic and glamorous. I really honestly can't wait, I have come down with a severe case of shipping anxiety.

A Ragtag Harvard Halloween

Pikachu*, Wonder Woman*, Napoleon*, Ms. Officer*, Racecar Driver*, Peacock*

*read: sexy

I'm in love with the world.