EMILY A. GRIM

I have a photography Tumblr here;
I try to post semi-frequently on my other blog.

by day, I work as a content & community manager at an advertising agency in Atlanta's West Midtown.
I am into the local food movement, living sustainably and stretching. Any opinions expressed here are my own.

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The thrill of the open road to Hillsborough County. #thrills #spills #trampa #latergram

scaramouche:

i understand about 70% of Stromae’s new single (thanks six years of french lessons!) and the official video for it makes me want to cry and dance so hard.

this video is 100% fabulous

It’s not every day you get to be Cartoon Network’s guest at a gala. (at Loews Atlanta Hotel)

this is essentially my brain on days where I don’t get to leave my desk

thisadvertisinglife:

Jose Guadeloupe Posade (1851-1913)

“But when from a long-distant past nothing subsists, after the people are dead, after the things are broken and scattered, taste and smell alone, more fragile but more enduring, more unsubstantial, more persistent, more faithful, remain poised a long time, like souls, remembering, waiting, hoping, amid the ruins of all the rest; and bear unflinchingly, in the tiny and almost impalpable drop of their essence, the vast structure of recollection.”

Tomorrow I’m co-leading a gigantic big deal agency pitch and, NGL, I am most looking forward to quoting Proust. Liberal arts college student loan debt just paid for itself.

The aromas and sensations of preparation and consumption, the conversations that take place at the table — these are the yeast with which we leaven our internet bread. But in modern society, where office workers often lunch at their desks, and dining alone at a public restaurant is common enough yet regarded as unsettlingly abnormal, the internet’s foodie impulses can help to preserve the social aspect of mealtime.

Jared Keller, slyly alluding to Sad Desk Lunch. (via whatkiiixfishlikeson)

whatshouldwecallsocialmedia:

WHEN I’M TOLD I HAVE THE DAY OFF FOR THE HOLIDAY.

i love my job but this

Beating eggs for a flan
What’s a flan to a cake?
What’s a cake to a pie?
What’s a pie to a plates of waffles with apple compote and whip cream?
Will he bake it out alive, egg white, egg white
No dessert in the wild

No Dessert in the Wild (via noonemanshouldhaveallthatflour)