Pick of the Clicks 5/24/14 – Bonus Edition!

Hi friends,

I had a list of things I wanted to share with you last week, but when the weekend came our household unwillingly participated in a modern day experiment: life without WiFi. We found this updated version of Maslow’s hierarchy of needs to be true:

modern-maslow-hierarchyOi!

But we’re back, and so this week I have two weeks worth of gems for you. I’ll be quick: I know you’re anxious to get clicking.

Rachel Held Evans’ 3 Things You Might Not Know About Proverbs 31 is an EXCELLENT summary of the very best parts of her book, A Year of Biblical Womanhood. If Proverbs 31 has ever made you feel kinda inferior, read this. If you know any women who are inspiring, read this. If you’re a guy, read this.

Marlena Graves’ The Words We Live By is a beautiful, life-giving reflection on dealing with critical words which sometimes make us feel we should just crawl under a rock and not even bother to show up anymore. I’ve been there, done that. I bet you have too. I think you’ll be encouraged.

Katelyn Beaty’s Who You Calling Brusque? is an excellent piece dealing with the recent firing of New York Times editor Jill Abramson: asking great questions of how women in the workplace are treated, and what a Christian response to that should be. I liked the use of the term “glass cliff” (as opposed to glass ceiling), and her astute observation that our perceptions need to be “less gendered and more gospeled.”

Nate Pyle’s Into The Wilderness tells the painfully honest story of him and his wife having to choose to terminate a pregnancy… it’s worth a read.

Lesley Miller’s The Last Time I Walked Away is a beautiful and thought-provoking piece on responding to poverty and homelessness on the street, especially when we feel so guilty and conflicted in the face of women and children who are destitute. Reading this gave me hope, new ideas, and zero guilt … i.e. worth your time.

Scott Berkun’s Why It’s Okay to Buy Books and Not Read Them is a must-read if you have a pile of unread books on your nightstand (or your virtual nightstand). Also, I learned this fabulous new word:

Tsundoku (積ん読) is a Japanese word that means ‘stacked readings’ or books you’ve bought but haven’t read.

Rita Templeton (aka ScaryMommy) 10 Things Moms of Boys Must Do is awesome. Just awesome. And awful. All at the same time.

Karen Swallow Prior’s ‘Empathetically Correct’ Is the New Politically Correct – a sane and insightful word in all this week’s discussion on trigger warnings.

Abby Norman’s guest post over at Zack Hoag’s: I don’t want to be your white savior. Good stuff to think about from a white woman who taught in the inner city…

Aleah Marsden’s Finding Joy – whether you are an optimist, pessimist or realist (with a hilarious comic to boot!)

For those of you who are old enough to remember that debonair mulleted hero MacGuyver, this is your bit of YouTube awesomeness for the week:

And then, from me….. I had a few things published in the past two weeks:

  • A real “journalism” piece, which was selected for honorable mention by Intervarsity’s The Well – Beyond Academics: Kelly Arispe and Spanish Linguistics. I was SO inspired by my interview with my friend Kelly, and learned so much about how people-loving a discipline like linguistics can be.

That’s all folks – Have a great weekend, and happy clicking!

Giving myself a second chance with the classics

I was the little girl with her nose in a book.

There were girls with Barbies, girls with ponies, girls with sparkly pens and girls with sticker collections. But I was the girl with a book. My mom says I started reading just shy of my third birthday, and some of my most cherished childhood friends were creations of the fantastic world of fiction.

No one was more surprised than me, then, to discover that I did not enjoy English literature at school. Thinking perhaps high school lackluster lessons were to blame, I signed up for English Lit in my first year at college. I lasted one semester, and called it quits.

This raised confusing questions. If I loved reading books, why did I not love the literature that was supposed to be the “best” the English language had to offer? Why, when I heard something described as a “classic”, did I immediately write it off? “I love to immerse myself in reading,” I explained to others. “I just don’t like analyzing it to death. It takes the fun out of it.”

And so it was that I decided against reading any more of the classics. I found the characters distasteful , and (with the exception of Jane Austen), the stories unenjoyable. Why read those anymore if I didn’t have to?

But then, a few weeks ago, everything changed when I found myself immersed in Booked: Literature in the Soul of Me, Karen Swallow Prior’s combination of beautiful memoir and masterful literature review.

– See more at: http://modernmrsdarcy.com/2014/03/giving-myself-second-chance-classics/#sthash.MgxaXIxM.dpufI was the little girl with her nose in a book.

There were girls with Barbies, girls with ponies, girls with sparkly pens and girls with sticker collections. But I was the girl with a book. My mom says I started reading just shy of my third birthday, and some of my most cherished childhood friends were creations of the fantastic world of fiction.

No one was more surprised than me, then, to discover that I did not enjoy English literature at school. Thinking perhaps high school lackluster lessons were to blame, I signed up for English Lit in my first year at college. I lasted one semester, and called it quits.

This raised confusing questions. If I loved reading books, why did I not love the literature that was supposed to be the “best” the English language had to offer? Why, when I heard something described as a “classic”, did I immediately write it off? “I love to immerse myself in reading,” I explained to others. “I just don’t like analyzing it to death. It takes the fun out of it.”

And so it was that I decided against reading any more of the classics. I found the characters distasteful , and (with the exception of Jane Austen), the stories unenjoyable. Why read those anymore if I didn’t have to?

But then, a few weeks ago, everything changed when I found myself immersed in Booked: Literature in the Soul of Me, Karen Swallow Prior’s combination of beautiful memoir and masterful literature review.

– See more at: http://modernmrsdarcy.com/2014/03/giving-myself-second-chance-classics/#sthash.MgxaXIxM.dpuf

I was the little girl with her nose in a book.

This week I was thrilled to be a guest over at Modern Mrs Darcy’s blog.

second-chance-classics

I was the little girl with her nose in a book.

There were girls with Barbies, girls with ponies, girls with sparkly pens and girls with sticker collections. But I was the girl with a book. My mom says I started reading just shy of my third birthday, and some of my most cherished childhood friends were creations of the fantastic world of fiction.

No one was more surprised than me, then, to discover that I did not enjoy English literature at school. Thinking perhaps high school lackluster lessons were to blame, I signed up for English Lit in my first year at college. I lasted one semester, and called it quits.

This raised confusing questions. If I loved reading books, why did I not love the literature that was supposed to be the “best” the English language had to offer? Why, when I heard something described as a “classic”, did I immediately write it off? “I love to immerse myself in reading,” I explained to others. “I just don’t like analyzing it to death. It takes the fun out of it.”

And so it was that I decided against reading any more of the classics. I found the characters distasteful , and (with the exception of Jane Austen), the stories unenjoyable. Why read those anymore if I didn’t have to?

But then, a few weeks ago, everything changed when I found myself immersed in Booked: Literature in the Soul of Me, Karen Swallow Prior’s combination of beautiful memoir and masterful literature review…. Continue reading here.