adventures of mascarah.

I've just begun a new decade. Sigh.

I have always wanted to be "a writer" but I'm lost somewhere in the prologue...whittling away at a story I may never tell.

Likes: pop culture. my chihuahua. architecture. modern art. elizabeth street. contemporary designer apparel. food. travel. foreign films. speakeasys. live music. politics. hot sauce. surprises. running in the rain. strangers. wednesdays. fearlessness...and 100s of other random things... maybe even you.

A southerner by birth, northerner by the grace of God, I'm simply a nyc gal who is lost somewhere on my constant exploration of the city and the life,love, and pursuit found within it.

If you are so inclined... sap {at} lifelovepursuit.com

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Tumblarity (both in name and conceptually) reminds me of something my former sorority president would’ve done to try to convince us to fight even more against each other to win over some type of house chair position.

She never understood that pitting people against each other in some type of lame popularity contest isn’t the way to foster community and growth.

We would have naturally aspired to contribute to the best of our personal interest and ambition if she just would have BACKED OFF and stopped trying to convince us that our success is determined by one-upping each other.

But instead she created labels and contests and ranked us against each other on some retarded leaderboard with scores and gold stars and in return we all just stopped giving a fuck.

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