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This past July I had the privilege of taking a 10 day canoe trip in some of the most pristine wilderness on our continent, Quetico Provincial Park in Ontario, Canada. Can you imagine being able to simply dip your water bottle in the lake when you were thirsty? It was a humbling remembrance of what modern industry and society has destroyed in the majority of lakes and rivers. Oh sweet boundary waters, so pure and revitalizing! And let me tell ya, there’s something about paddling ~65 miles with a group of strangers and portaging with an 80 pound canoe on your shoulders through the rugged Quetico terrain that really changes you.
The roar of the arena gets into your spirit and you’re forced to join in with a Neanderthal-like shout. You react to the sound of two helmets crashing with the clenching of your teeth and disposition on your face. You just witnessed a man dehumanize another man, and you do not feel in the slightest bit empathetic. What the hell is wrong with you?! Absolutely nothing. You’re a barbarian, and you enjoy nothing more than watching gladiators spar until the clock reaches 00:00.
When my son Stephen McNulty died, he was a senior at Cathedral High School. I can’t even begin to write about the devastation or heartbreak that occurred. Instead, I want to tell you about the beautiful things that occurred and continue to happen since his death.
After Stephen died, we wanted to do something in his memory on his high school campus. Who knew that what began with a couple of pieces of scrap stone, a prayer and some hope would transformed into a beautiful piece of art with many stories to tell?
DiVoye is back again to give props to two new beauty products she has tried this month! Check it out below:
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November 26, 1998 was the day that my love for sports was flipped upside down. I was in the fourth grade and just started playing tackle football. I began showing interest in watching Professional Football. I was at my Uncle’s house to celebrate the annual holiday of giving thanks (props) when we settled in to watch the Dallas Cowboys host the Minnesota Vikings. One minute into the game Randall Cunningham chucked the pigskin deep down the field and a purple flash ran under it and trotted into the end zone. At the end of the first quarter, I experienced déjà vu as once again Cunningham hurled the ball deep to the lanky receiver wearing the number 84 for another fifty-yard touchdown. Finally, as the third quarter was winding down, that same receiver caught a screen pass at midfield and literally ran past every member of the Cowboys defense for a fifty-six yard score.
Have you ever walked briskly down a busy New York City street on the Upper East Side at about the time it’s just starting to get dark and shuffled hastily into a glowing Barnes & Noble, only to ride the escalator you’re greeted with down into a haven of aesthetic ecstasy as thousands upon thousands of crisp, new books with perfect spines are arranged from left to right on shelves over fifteen feet high? I have, and, well, damn…
Props to minimalism: I fell in love with the minimalism when I was in school studying to be a designer. Now I live in a 400 square foot apartment in Korea. In design, I love things that maintain simplicity in their geometry, shape, material, and color. Things seem truer and purer this way. The challenge, the real sticky wicket of designing something to look like this, is that every detail becomes glaringly important to an item’s function. Everything on that product or thing has to have meaning. What good is a product that doesn’t do its job—even if it does look cool?