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This weekend, I ditched the 2008 flip phone and traded it in for an iPhone. I was skeptical at first about joining this “club” but quickly got over that. I’m having way too much fun swiping back and forth between screens and am already improving my texting skills. (Those letters are so tiny!) I’m also now on Instagram, so if you’re there too, let’s be Instagram friends! If you have any suggestions for apps I just MUST have as a blogger/photographer/person who doesn’t know how to change a tire, let me know in the comments.

Here are some of my favorite web finds this week:

For the past three months, I’ve written for the delicately named Pooping Rainbows blog. Here’s my latest piece, “It takes so little.”

We are all writers (and, as Alexandra Franzen points out, we average more than 40,000 words per year in emails alone). So if you’ve ever found yourself saying, “I hate writing,” think about what you really mean, and then use these suggestions to get excited about words again.

These Hong Kong “apartments” are so small, they can only be photographed from above. (And I cannot believe that home prices there average at $1,300 per square foot.)

A beautiful essay by a California writer on being a “California writer.”

The site 99u is one of my favorite new finds. Here are two recent articles: Are you (subconsciously) afraid of success? And two epiphanies on negotiating—and seeing it as a challenge, not a threat.

A heartbreaking and poignant photographic essay: “The Battle We Didn’t Choose: My Wife’s Fight with Breast Cancer.” Warning: You will be moved and cry.

Give me. I love everything about this Apartment Therapy L.A. house tour—pink and green bath tile included.

 

Read or find anything good on the webz lately? Leave a link here, and don’t forget those app recommendations. I’m off to soak up the rest of my long weekend—Happy Easter!

Through the Lens: photos from March

through the lens outtakes

March was an interesting month. I felt like I was in a holding pattern pretty consistently throughout, just waiting for someone to tell me how the rest of the year would pan out. I spent the majority of the month toiling over the site redesign, often getting so frustrated with code that I wouldn’t touch it for a couple days in a row. Did I mention I’m not a designer? There were times when I really wanted to give up. But then, I would figure out something as simple as getting the body text justified (to the left, to the right—see those smooooth edges?) and treat it as one of my life’s greatest victories—and then go back to lamenting over Google fonts and incompatible browser issues.

But, as you see, I figured it out for the most part! I’m scrappy like that. And it wasn’t all torture. As you can tell from the photos above and below, there were some fun parts about (re)branding this here space. All the new photos of me you see around the blog were taken by John, whom I corralled into acting as my professional photographer in an afternoon conveniently scheduled after a fresh haircut. (This had to be done properly.) Of course, there were outtakes. I don’t take myself too seriously.

outtakesAnd even though March was so busy that I almost kinda forgot to actually come up with new content ahead of time—as I’ve grown accustomed to doing—I didn’t forget to take pretty pictures. Due to my obsession with the new Nikon, it had been awhile since I took out the Minolta, so I decided to mix it up and do a little bit of film and digital—the best of which are featured in this month’s photo round-up:

by the water

portrait dramatic lighting

girl and dogThe two photos above are of my youngest sister, Elsbeth (11), who asked me to take some shots that would go in her fifth grade graduation slideshow. I was honored to do so, and Iris was elated to make a guest appearance.

Baltimore Normal's book store

Baltimore Normal's book store Baltimore Normal's book store Baltimore Normal's book storeNormal’s book store, pictured above, is a Baltimore landmark. John traded a bunch of books for a bunch more as I contemplated buying one of those cool dinosaur reads. I was happy to see my girl Patti Smith front and center in the vinyl collection.

Out-of-character (and out of morbid curiosity), we ventured downtown on Saint Patrick’s Day and shared a few drinks with my dad. I say “morbid curiosity” because holy crap, Baltimore gets sloppy. (But what American city doesn’t on such a revered cultural holiday… I mean excuse to get drunk?) Great for people-watching, though. Plus, I made friends with some drunk girls in the bathroom, which is just a thing us girls seem to do.

dog on Saint Patrick's Day Canton Saint Patrick's Day Baltimore rowhome Fells Point facade

Baltimore rowhomeThe door made of plywood on that rowhome doesn’t exactly sum up Baltimore, but it is so very Baltimore. And those crazy building facades, with nothing but sky behind the windows? I guess I missed the memo on that one. But good for Fells Point for preserving the history while they fix things up. Oh, and that’s the Virgin Mary in the background of the last shot, FYI.

Even though it was cold the last couple times we ventured downtown, I so wanted to explore more of the city streets and take tons of photos. The places that I think would make for some of the most interesting compositions are also, coincidentally, often the most dangerous parts of town, so I don’t take my chances. But the architecture, the mural art, the grit, and the faces all around the city are so photogenic. I can never leave my camera at home.

As yet another month races out the door, I readily embrace April. It probably won’t be any less hectic than March, but I’m hoping it will finally bring some warm weather around. In true spring cleaning fashion, I want to get busy paring down on all the crap I own. For such a tiny (and usually tidy) above-the-garage bedroom, I sure have a lot of unnecessary stuff in it. Hopefully a less cluttered home will make for a less cluttered mind, because I’m ready to get some freelancing biz going. What do you have going on in April?

The “Lucky” Ones – An interview with farmer-artist McKenzie Ditter

More special redesign-related posts are coming your way soon, but right now, here’s an interview that I’ve been looking forward to for a long time. Meet my good friend McKenzie… and her adorable farmy animals.

McKenzie

If you know McKenzie Goetz (and I do!), then chances are you’ve been welcomed to her home countless times and were treated to whatever home-cooked meal was in season. (And it was freaking amazing.) Then, you probably not-so-casually asked if you could go hang out with her eight sheep, 24 chickens, and two aplacas—the latter of whom are aptly named Oliver and Abraham.

McKenzie and her husband Jamie are not your typical 20-somethings. Though they consider themselves new to farming, these homesteaders have dedicated their lives to building a foundation that they hope will allow them to support themselves completely off their land. And it’s been hard work. Car troubles, living without heat, and Jamie’s nearly life-threatening wrist break and subsequent infection have been true tests of their will. But they’ve also had a lot of success to keep them motivated. The satisfaction of self-sufficiency is the greatest reward, and McKenzie’s art and blog (named after Oliver and Abraham) have helped them support their endeavor. Another fun fact—their wedding photos from last June went viral on the Internet and landed on Rock ‘n’ Roll Bride, the Etsy blog, and the Free People blog to name a few.

Now say hello to my wonderful friend, McKenzie!

Maintaining a farm and growing a business on top of a day job must make for a busy schedule. What does your daily routine look like?

My alarm goes off at 6:40am on weekdays, and I’m up by 7. I get dressed, go outside to feed and water the sheep, let the chickens out, and breathe some fresh air. By the time I come back inside I’m much more awake and prepare myself some breakfast. Right now I’m on a plain yogurt-maple syrup-muesli kick, but I switch it up with oatmeal sometimes. For having eggs out the wazoo, I certainly don’t eat them enough… they make me queasy in the morning. Then I’m off to work at 7:45, usually eating said breakfast in the car. I work at a Montessori preschool from 8-1, and when I come home I feed the animals again. When the grass is dormant I leave them in their barnyard and we feed grain and hay. During the rest of the year, we use a portable electric fence that’s powered by solar energy. For those who are curious,  a good deer fence will be 6-10 ft tall. It needs to be that tall cause they can jump so high! You don’t want to be feeding the wild animals right?We mow the pasture that way, and don’t feed hay anymore. We only feed them grain when we move them from one spot to the other, or if we have nursing mamas. Anyway, after feeding (or moving the fence) I come in and take about an hour break to eat lunch and waste time on the interwebz. Then I get down to business. I divide my time between spinning yarn, drawing, filling custom orders for my shop, and blogging. Somewhere in there I clean the house, make food, and tend to the garden. I think the turning point for me was when I decided to treat my time at home as a disciplined “second job.” I’m still guilty of checking my email way too much though. Working on that part…

Why did you decide to become farmers and raise animals?

It was a leap of faith. I’d just graduated from high school, moved out, dropped out of my second semester of college, and my new roommate (now husband) moved in. Once we realized we had the hots for each other, we took one look at our 2.5 acre backyard and decided to grow our own vegetables to “beat the system!” Back then we were on the cusp of the 2008 market crash and things looked pretty grim. Our thought was that if we could provide our own food when the shit hit the fan, so to speak, we’d survive. We still have that idea in the back of our minds, but it’s turned into much more than that. We got alpacas and sheep and chickens and honeybees, we moved several times, we faced hardship that we never imagined possible. But it’s all been worth it because there’s a resurgence of young farmers in America, and we’re proud to be a part of that. Preserving biodiversity and caring for soil is something I never thought about before having a garden. Back when we only had a garden, I watched so many documentaries. The World According to Monsanto and Food Inc. are the most memorable and life altering. So many people are starting to wake up to these issues and are buying local or organic these days. It’s all about community and ethical eating. The future is much more promising than it was just five years ago!

babies!

What are the biggest challenges of being a farmer? Has there been a lot of trial and error as you gain more experience?

Land acquisition is a big issue for young farmers. Pretty much you either get lucky or you rent. Balancing time is also hard. It’s not easy to work at your day job and still have energy for working at home. We both work part time jobs and we struggle to pay the bills. I have faith that this will get easier as we become more firmly rooted, but we’ve had a rough start and I know we’re not alone. We’ve really come to learn a lot about wants vs. needs since making the conscious choice to be farmers, and yes, there has been a lot of trial and error. Thank GOD for the internet, but nothing comes close to befriending real-life farming mentors.

In those tough moments—emotional or physical—do you ever question whether the hard labor is worth it?

Over a year ago, my husband Jamie broke his wrist, had surgery, got an infection, and was on IV antibiotics for months. He’s still not 100% and it’s a challenge seeing him not have the same physical or emotional strength as I know he wants. The workload on the farm became my sole responsibility for a long time. There were moments when we questioned if we should just give up, but imagining a life without our alpacas and sheep was just heart-wrenching. We asked the question, “why us?!” more times than I can count. Yes, we’ve made some stupid choices in life and we’re not perfect, but on a whole we’ve always tried really hard to live with morals. It’s been a tumultuous year in ways I can’t even explain, but we’re at the point now where we would like to think that Karma balances herself out in the end. I guess it’s the only way to feel less distraught about hardship.

Oliver & Abraham

You’re often told that you lead a very “different” or alternative lifestyle—what’s your reaction to that? Is it accurate?

At first, the people who told me that were being very understandably judgmental. My family disapproved and thought it wiser to continue with college. I didn’t want to get caught up in a load of debt though, and I knew my personality was not such that I’d squander away my talent. I’m strong-willed (or stubborn) and farming just felt right. I don’t regret it.

Do people have any other misconceptions about what you do? Why do you think people jump to such conclusions?

Sometimes people think I get way more done than I actually do. But the truth is, I just make choices about what gets done and what doesn’t. Sometimes the laundry goes unfolded until it’s ready to be washed again. Sometimes the dishes sit in the sink for days and my dirty oatmeal bowl gets forgotten in the car for a week. Sometimes my hair goes unwashed. Sometimes I cheat and buy boxed mac & cheese and cheesy poofs. I think people jump to these conclusions because they have insecurities about how they spend their own time. It’s really easy in the blog world to read about someone’s life and assume that they “do it all” and then the self-loathing starts… and then the outwardly reflected judgement. But the vast truth is that we’re all quite imperfect and that’s okay.

Do you hope/plan to always be a farmer? What do you envision for your farm and family in the coming years?

Yes. Jamie wants to start growing edible mushrooms this year and make a good portion of our income that way. I want to expand my shop to sell my handspun yarn, and I also want to start a fiber co-op for our local knitting community. We plan on getting a market booth for the first time this year, and eventually we want to have a couple dairy goats for milk. Someday we want to have a little tribe of children and homeschool them on our farm. It would be nice to own land, but we’re not heart-set on having that happen.

You’ve established your blog in a very distinct niche. How has documenting your life and finding like-minded bloggers inspired and motivated you?

It’s been wonderful feeling connected to other people who are going through the same hardships. I’ve met some amazing friends through my blog, one of whom I talk to on a daily basis now. It’s pretty awesome. I also organized a “Farmy Pen-Pals” group on my blog this year and connected 20 women all over the world. I like the idea of encouraging people to take a relationship off the internet and growing it at a slower, more deliberate pace.

MOAR BABIES

What are some of your favorite books?

Secrets of the Soil
100 Years of Solitude
Spiritual Midwifery
The Encyclopedia of Country Living
The Dirty Life
Reading Lolita in Tehran

What advice would you give to others seeking a more self-sustaining lifestyle?

McKenzie's art

What is the most important lesson you’ve learned over the past few years of farming?

My friend Meg who blogs at Brooklyn Homesteader recently wrote, “farming is heavy, beautiful and one of the few opportunities man has to witness the absolute truth of existence, which is to say, that we are totally entwined in everything and everything is totally entwined in us. It’s hard to feel alone in the world with that understanding.” That’s it in a nutshell.

Thanks, McKenzie, for your story and your friendship. If you enjoyed McKenzie’s interview, let her know in the comments! And an added bonus: get 25% off all prints, cards, and originals from McKenzie’s Etsy store with the code WTH25, and feel good knowing you are directly supporting her and Jamie’s farm. 

The big reveal

If you’re reading this post via email, RSS, or any other reader that doesn’t give you the full aesthetic experience of Witty Title Here, you might want to click through to the actual site. I’ve made some visual improvements. Go ahead. I’ll wait.

WTH logo

There. A site worth your loving gaze.

It’s been a long time coming, but Witty Title Here got a much-needed makeover, and I couldn’t be more thrilled with the results. The old site did its job, but this design? Inspiring.

It took me long enough. I poured over hundreds—nay, thousands—of themes online in search of an attractive and user-friendly premium set-up. The layout is similar to what I had before, but the design is a complete transformation. I wanted something eye-catching—something that incorporated my photography and better captured my personality. I also wanted the satisfaction of designing it myself, and design I did. The new header, background, and sidebar content were created by yours truly. I briefly lamented the fact that I didn’t have access to Photoshop, but you know what? Everything you see was created in Pixlr and Picmonkey. Fo’ free. (I get the same pride in revealing this to you as I do whenever someone compliments my shirt and I say, “Thanks, it’s from Target!”)

I did have help when I got stuck, though, and I couldn’t have done it without the expert tips of Diana and Megan who came to my rescue when I was having coding issues. I’m proud of myself for making it through to the other side and am thankful to have had help along the way. I know a lot more about CSS now than I did just a couple weeks ago. Which is not saying much. But still.

These changes come at an exciting time for me. I’m mapping out the rest of 2013 right now, and Witty Title Here is going to play a big role in my life this year. Aside from the visual changes, there are two major additions in the navigation menu above:

– A hire me page. As many of you know, I’ve written for publications like Urbanite magazine and Bmore Media in the past, and I’m ready to revive my portfolio by pursuing more freelancing opportunities. WTH has been my primary focus since leaving Urbanite, but I’m anxious to get my site working for me by helping me land gigs. More to come.

– An advertise page. Advertising on WTH is easier than ever. This page is a one-stop shop for promoting your blog, small business, ebook, and more. Plus, it’s cheap. Help keep this site running smoothly (and my car Bertha’s gas tank full), and I’ll give you some exposure in my sidebar. If you purchase an ad between now and the end of March, you can use the promo code “REDESIGN” for 15% off the already low price.

outtakes

This has been one hell of an undertaking and well worth the wait to get everything up and running. I learned a lot not only about code, but about patience (or my lack thereof) and letting things go. I could’ve spent another week tweaking. Or I could’ve gotten done it to the best of my abilities and put it out there. Sites should never be static, and I’ll always be improving regardless. Change is inevitable, so it was time for me to make the decision to keep my momentum going. Look, guys, I’m not just talking out of my ass around here! I’m making the improvements I said I would make!

There will be more to come surrounding this launch, but for now, please have a look around and tell me what you think. Now would be a good time to check out the new and improved looks over on Facebook and Twitter, too. If you notice anything that looks funky (even in the archives, if you’re browsing there), please let me know—I may not be aware. (It also helps to know what browser you’re using when reporting bugs.) The site is also mobile responsive, so it should work well on your iPhone or iPad, too.

Thanks for making WTH a place I love and look forward to writing for every week. All the comments, likes, shares, and support mean the world to me, and I hope this site continues to be a place where you find entertainment and friendship. Oh, and don’t forget the poop humor. Always the poop humor.

Wittily yours,

Cassie

StudioPress Theme of the Month

Embracing cultural identity

Guest writer Manda (who is currently in Taiwan for a month!) of Break the Sky shares a post today that I find fascinating—especially because I don’t strongly identify with any one heritage. (I am very much a European mutt.) Read Manda’s story and feel free to share your cultural background and how you identify with it in the comments.

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cultural identity

The “race” question in the demographics section of any questionnaire always leaves me stumped.

The other questions are straightforward enough. How old are you? What is your marital status? Highest level of completed education? But when I get to the section that asks What is your race/ethnicity?, I usually am faced with the following options:

  • Asian/Pacific Islander
  • Black/African American
  • Caucasian/White
  • Hispanic
  • Indigenous/aboriginal
  • Latino
  • Other

Only occasionally do I have the option of “two or more races,” and even more occasionally do I get to check off more than one box to indicate just what races I claim in my title of “two or more races.” Usually I just end up checking off “other.”

I fall in the category of bi-racial, technically, being half-Chinese and half-American. Sometimes I debate over just checking off “Caucasian/White” or “Asian/Pacific Islander” and leaving it at that. But then that raises the question of consistency on the off-chance someone were ever to audit all the surveys I’ve answered in my life that asked me the race question (“Why were you Caucasian one day and Asian the next?”). When I took the PSATs years ago, I asked my proctor if I could check off more than one box. He said no, I had to pick just one. “What, you mean pick whether or not I relate more to my mother’s side or my father’s side? Like, pit one parent against the other?”

He raised his eyebrows at me and rolled his eyes. I ended up checking off “other.”

It’s not just in menial survey questions that I struggle with how to relate to both sides of my heritage. To my American friends I’m Chinese—to my Chinese friends I’m American. I’m the one my American friends will go to for questions about Chinese food or chopsticks, but my Chinese friends would laugh at the thought of me being an expert on those topics. (For the record, I am the first to admit that I don’t hold chopsticks correctly. You’re not supposed to cross the chopsticks at all, and I sometimes do. Oops.) I’m the one my Chinese friends will ask about American pop culture, but amongst my American friends we joke about how I’m a “pop culture void” because I have zero knowledge about the majority of pop culture references that most Americans grew up with.

I grew up and studied in both the U.S. and China/Hong Kong. I have family in both places. I speak both languages. I try to celebrate the culture of both sides of my heritage: Christmas is as important to me as Chinese New Year, Thanksgiving as Mid-Autumn Festival. I’ll wear my favorite ancient Chinese coin necklace to match my Pandora charm bracelet. My closet has both a qipao and a little black dress. I’m as happy eating a bowl of steaming wonton noodles in soup as I am macaroni and cheese. I love that I have two heritages, two cultures to learn from. I wouldn’t change it for the world, and I’m fortunate that even as a child I never felt insecure about identifying as being Chinese in my American schools, or American in my Chinese school.

Would my life be easier if I decided to pass myself off as either white or Chinese, foregoing one culture for the other? Perhaps. The question of my cultural identity would almost certainly be. But that would be a ridiculous thing to do and honestly, who cares? If people have an issue with me being the product of two cultures and identifying as a part of both, that’s their problem and not mine. I’m going to enjoy being as in touch with my heritage— both sides—as I possibly can. Maybe one day the small things, like survey checkboxes, will catch up to me.

Amanda OsborneManda is a recent college graduate beginning her career in public relations. A world traveler, she’s always dreaming about her next travel destination, although her home city of Hong Kong will always hold a special place in her heart. Other things she’s passionate about include books, cupcakes, makeup and tea. She has a tendency to listen to her favorite songs on repeat and has been known to crave noodles at 2 a.m.

photo credit: Kevin Krejci via photopin cc

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Interweb Finds: One plastic beach, mailbox art & more

Happy Amateur Drinking Day! At least, that’s what Saint Patrick’s Day in Baltimore more closely resembles. Thursday was John’s birthday, so it was one long weekend of celebrating with food and drink: steak, salmon, rockfish, tacos, sangria, Guinness, and two cakes—one of which my was my first-ever attempt at a cheesecake (oreo to be precise)—were devoured. And it was delicious.

Too-tight pants aside, I’m still working on my site redesign and hope to reveal it in the next week or so. The only thing holding me up is Google fonts not rendering on Firefox. If any designers/coders know of a quick fix… holler at your (painfully white at the moment) girl. CSS has me cross-eyed.

So the links:

Watch this video and believe in soulmates. Richard and Judith are artists who collect plastic from a beach in Northern California… and create some pretty spectacular art.

The bloggers behind Note to Self and Pugly Pixel have great resource directories for all things design.

I love subscription-style gifts, and I’d like to give this one to myself. Papirmasse sends original art ranging in mediums directly to your mailbox every month. If only I had more wall space.

This Echo Park house tour features a super modern home with a lot of funky and personal touches to make it feel cozy. (Not to mention this chick’s clothes/shoes/jewelry collections are CRAZY.)

I’m in love with the sassy Ash Ambirge’s blog on her site, The Middle Finger Project. Her post about the importance of having heart got me all teary-eyed at work.

Really cool images and video of what sound can do to water. (John made a good point after watching this—imagine what must go on inside our bodies, which consist mostly of water, when we listen to music.)

A Republican senator changes his stance on gay marriage when he finds out his own son is gay. (If only it didn’t take his own son being gay to have empathy, but at least it’s a positive change.)

Hope y’all had a good weekend, and if you’re out celebrating Saint Patrick’s Day, be careful and don’t talk to strange leprechauns.

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