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Guess Who’s Back

Hi it’s Lily here. Remember me? The one who blogs every Monday? No? Okay, allow me to reintroduce myself: I’m Lily and I blog every Monday! Nice to meet you. That’s all we’re going to be saying on that subject. Alright, on to the blog:

I am moving. I am moving to a new home in a new neighborhood. So naturally I have been procrastinating packing my room by venturing onto the internet and diving into the deep and frightening abyss that is YouTube. Of all the YouTube videos I watched while trying to avoid the looming task ahead, I kept returning to a very specific one. Funnily enough, this video actually has me in it. And my mom! (Yeah I realize she’s actually the star of my blog. Thanks for your feedback.)

The idea for this video was not my own. There are thousands like it on YouTube. I noticed this while I was watching thousands of videos on YouTube. Mine, however, is unmistakably the best with its iMovie editing, SoundCloud track in the background, and most importantly, my Chicago accent. The video about which I am talking is the How Well Do We Know Each Other challenge. When I recorded that video, my mom and I had been living together for twenty years, and to this day still consider ourselves…relatively close. Pun. So naturally we thought we had this challenge in the bag. If you would like to see for yourself, then feel free to watch the video below!

This video was so fun to film that we have been tempted to do another one ever since. Let me know if you would like to see that, and I’ll make sure it happens. If you have ever wanted to know how much your mother or father or sister or brother or even best friend knows about you, I highly suggest this challenge to help you figure that out! Feel free to use our questions or write your own. For bonus points, record it and post it on the internet for the whole world (excluding North Korea) to see!

New York, Same Me

Every time I go to New York, magic happens. Whether it be fashion and clothing magic, seeing famous people magic (who by the way are just like us!) or just breathing the New York air, my belief in magic strengthens each time I pay the city a visit. So in honor of going there next week, I will talk a little bit about my history with the place.

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I’d like to begin by saying that it was love at first sight.

I visited New York for the first time in December of 2009 as a pre 8th grade graduation gift from my dad’s girlfriend at the time. She lived there, so my dad and I had a place to stay: with her. She had a daughter who was older than I was, already a college graduate, so she wanted to take me shopping reminiscent, I imagine, of times spent with her own daughter. I felt elated, like I was perched upon a cloud…cloud nine, one might even go so far as to call it, floating from store to store, able to pause wherever I wanted and try on clothing.
Different brands and designers, how clothing changed throughout the years and even the seasons were concepts unknown to me at the time. I was simply picking out what I liked. Floating into a small boutique, I hopped off my cloud of joy and onto solid ground to try on a pair of heels that caught my eye. I was 14 at the time, and did not yet possess my very own pair of heels. The shoes I’d spotted were black and strappy, with gold accents like little studs all around the straps. The shop had one pair left, only in my size: 7-1/2. I had found my first love in the form of five inch black heels and I needed them. The woman who worked at the store apparently agreed, as storeowners usually do. She whipped out a camera from behind the checkout and asked to take my photo for her store’s website. I looked to my dad, who nodded proudly. She snapped away while I posed in a very 14-year-old way throughout her shop. I felt like a superstar. And I got the shoes. AND I ended up purchasing my graduation dress in New York too. (My graduation outfit was an absolute success, if I do say so myself. Not too much, not too little.) 
I knew when I left that I had to go back, but I didn’t know how I was ever going to top that first trip. I soon found that New York always lives up to my expectations. Since then, I have had countless adventures in New York. (Like the time I was 5th in line at a Kanye pop up shop and then had to buy something so I chose the cheapest thing which was…not cheap. Or the times I’ve seen Stanley Tucci casually going about his day, or the time I was recognized for the most obscure photoshoot I was ever in.) Even if I go there for work, I like to escape and go exploring. I have come to discover a few places that I would recommend, and some I would like to keep secret. I’ll get to the recommending now:
The Statue of Liberty! That’s a joke I’ve actually never seen her.
The Big Apple! I’m sorry. Here we go for real, now.
Black Seed Bagels (have you ever heard about NYC bagels? Try one here)
Standing outside Casey Neistat’s studio and waiting for him (368 Broadway)
East River Tattoo (if you’re in the market)
Gansevoort Market (this is an indoor market and there’s a waterfall)
The Strand (It’s a bookstore. You’ve probably heard people either make fun of it or say it’s really cool)
New York Public Library (I am not joking about this.)
Jack’s Wife Freda (You get food here)
Literally anything and anywhere in Williamsburg  😉
You could also see theatre. I hear it’s good there.
I’ve been making a list of places to visit and to revisit in this beautiful city for a long time, and I have many many more, depending on what you’re looking for. I also have people who would be more than happy to give you recommendations so absolutely let me know what you’d like to do when you’re in NYC.

And until next time, BYE!

I Intend To.

How do I write about traveling to Mexico without sounding privileged? That’s the question I asked while deciding what to blog about this week. I came to the conclusion that I actually cannot write about Mexico without sounding privileged, because as much as it doesn’t feel like it in some moments or in comparison to some people, I am. This post is kind of about that, but kind of not. Here, why don’t you just continue reading to find out what I mean… 🙂

Since I was about nine, my mom has consistently taught me the importance of setting intentions, visualizing my future the way I want it to happen. Now that’s all fun and games until you set an intention in front of 50 people to be on Oprah…and then get on Oprah. If I ever doubted the value of intention setting, I didn’t from that moment on. To this day, I am constantly visualizing how I want my life to look, from there will be no traffic on the way to work to I will meet Harry Styles in an elevator. Intention setting also works the opposite way too, though. An example of this would be I’ll never get to work on time and a more serious example would be I’m so unhappy with my life.

When I left college, I knew that in addition to the fact that I didn’t want to owe money to a system I didn’t agree with (different post, keep ya eyes peeled!!), I did want to travel as much as possible…with as little expense as possible. So I set an intention to do so. However, I didn’t really specify where or how–which can be not very fabulous when setting intentions, let me tell you. But I’m glad I didn’t. Since I made the choice to leave college, I’ve been to London, Ireland, Mexico, Aruba, and Mexico. It’s been nice. Like I’m on tour.

Despite not traveling to the depths of the rainforest and climbing to the top of a tree that was about to be torn down for capitalism and refusing to relocate, saying, “If you take this tree down, you’ll have to take me down with it!” (I’d be down to do that, but they’d probably be like uhhh…okay), I have actually learned one or two things about life through my travels. Okay? Like:

How to pack a carry on suitcase for any trip for any length of time (blog post to come!)

How to be grateful (there is nothing like living in a place where all water is safe to drink. Sometimes I forget how lucky I am to live in a place full of abundance and wealth, and often I take for granted what I’ve been given).

How to say no to drugs (sometimes people offer and you just gotta strongly shut them down @Lucy @Molly)

How to put a glass over a bug and take it far far away.

How to bargain (this is so helpful if you want a bracelet but you want it to be 50 cents instead of 5 dollars, AND this is something I never thought I would do or be good at).

How to be comfortable with the uncertain…It’s fine to miss a flight, go to the wrong airport, get stuck somewhere, take the completely incorrect bus (yes all of these things have happened to me) because it’s all the same earth.

And speaking of the same earth, this may be a childish view and I’m going to express it as simply as possible, but after traveling to 7 countries (so far!) I just feel like hate is dumb. Hate of other religions, races, cultures, etc. is dumb because we are literally all just people and we all live on the same earth and we all need to take care of each other and the world together. That’s my foreign policy.

How to set trip intentions (this is kind of a paradox because the intention I set for my trips is to not have any intentions at all. A trip intention could also be “Omg I wanna come back here!“)

The first time I visited Mexico at the end of summer 2016, I felt something in the air that I loved. The smell of salt, the temperature, the breeze, that I wasn’t in Chicago, that I could practice my terrible Spanish surrounded by people willing to help and laugh with me about it? Who knows. Probably all. Probably more. But after my visit, I set an intention to go back, sooner rather than later. And then, even sooner than I could have possibly imagined, there I was. Back in Mexico with Lucy. So when I left, I set another intention to return soon. I mean, it couldn’t hurt right? Right. Because there I was again. I am inspired by beautiful things, people (whatever that looks like to you – it’s different for everyone), and being out of my element lets me think about new things and think about old things with a different perspective. But possibly my biggest takeaway is learning to do that from wherever I am in the world. Even here at the new Lakeview Whole Foods. #consumerismtothemax

So wherever you are in the world, think about some stuff, from your unique perspective. And until next time, BYE!

A Beautiful Disaster

I have always been interested in makeup, as you can see here. I would not want to claim to be professional enough to offer a tutorial on the noble art of makeup application. (Actually, I would want to…but this is not that post.) Rather than share my vast knowledge, I muted the sound, and I had my mom, whose look I have previously referred to as Makeup-less Lesbianism, do the voiceover. At this point you may be thinking, “What a beautiful disaster!” You are correct.

I did not let my mom watch the video first. I showed her how to press the red “voice record” button, asked her to comment upon the soundless video she is watching, and click the red button once the video ended. She emerged from seclusion in her closet with the door closed unsure whether her voiceover was satisfactory. But I was blown away by her underground knowledge of makeup application, and I want to share it with the world.

This was an interesting experience for me on a different level, too. Muting myself and letting my mom speak for me made me wary. What does she really know about makeup? Would I be annoyed, feel powerless, if my own voice and knowledge were not heard? All of these emotions, I realized, were valid ways to feel, but letting go of control is an important life exercise–and unlike real life, I could always just press “delete.”

So, please enjoy. A full list of products used is absolutely not included; however, I am completely open to sponsorships! @MAC

Thank you so much for watching and until next time, BYE!

Wanna Get Tacos?

While contemplating what to blog about today, I am sitting at the Intelligentsia in LA on Abbot Kinney. If you haven’t been here before, just imagine it’s like if Charlize Theron were a coffee shop. Looking around, I feel equally inspired and intimidated by the number of beautiful human beings here. (My only question is why are they playing exclusively Bjork albums???) Anyway, this noticing leads me to suddenly recall how much of a significant other I do not have. This doesn’t bother me exactly, but does show me a clear next step in my blogging career: compile a list of people who should buy me tacos! Hopefully by posting this on the internet, they’ll see it the next time they check my blog and hit me up. (Contact me here!) I would like to thank Intelligentsia coffee and Charlize Theron for being the inspiration behind this post. Here are people who should taco me:

 Jimmy Butler

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Cara Delevingne

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Kristen Stewart

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Zoe Kravitz

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Ian Somerhalder

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Dave Franco

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Alfie Enoch

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Mila Kunis

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Suki Waterhouse

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Phoebe Tonkin

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Ezra Miller

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Dream big everyone. And until next time, BYE!

College: A Success Guide

In the college paper writing spirit, I wanted to begin this post with a quote. So, I went on brainyquote.com and searched “college”. Then, I looked for the one that spoke to me the most. I did not have to look far:

“I spent a college semester in a small town in Italy – and that is where I truly tasted food for the first time.” – Alton Brown

As you may or may not have suspected by now, this post is going to be about my college experience. I’ve been going to three colleges for the past few years now. After I discovered that Columbia College wasn’t enough for me, wasn’t really what I was looking for per se, I decided to experience what Oberlin College in Ohio had to offer, and now Pitzer College in California.

By and large, Pitzer and Oberlin are actuallythe same exact school. Here’s how I know this: last time I visited Oberlin, it was raining a lot. It’s currently raining a lot at Pitzer. There are students in both places, all here to learn.  These students seem to be so incredibly busy and can usually be found gathered together in small groups, talking, crying, and letting their creativity soar.

  • Over my past few years of attending college, I’d say I have discovered a few key things about succeeding. I’m here tonight to share them with you. So:You really don’t need to tell any authority figure at the college that you’ll be spending time there, and you can stay as long as you want. No one at the school will take notice of you because they think you just go there and they’ve never seen you before. The only time you could run into an issue here is in terms of meals, as dining halls usually require some form of identification upon entrance. You have one of two options here. Either you can find someone who looks similar to yourself (I tend to lean toward this option because I pretty much look like everyone), or you can bring food with you. If you choose this option, I’d recommend food that doesn’t spoil, depending on how long you’re staying. If it’s over a month, definitely ramen or dried mango.

 

  • Tapestries and fairy lights.

 

  • School spirit is possibly the most important because I’ve noticed it really helps in the forming of a community. There are many different ways to show your college spirit. For example, I got into the college spirit this week by not starting this blog post until about 30 minutes before I should have had it up! Before starting it however, I talked to everyone I saw about how much I needed to begin writing it.

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I started this post with a quote, so I thought I’d end with one as well. I asked a most random collection of students from Oberlin and Pitzer to make a simile about college so far, since they obviously had a lot of time to do that for me. So without further ado, quotes:

“College is like the sequel to Spy Kids. What’s the point of it?” -Jamie

“College is like the Bachelor, only no one gets a rose.” -Morgan

“College is like swimming in a wetsuit that is too big for you.” -Molly

“College is like waking up and buzzing.” -Alex

“College is like high school except you’re cooler and you’re paying more.” -Linnea

Until next time, BYE!

I Had a Dream About You

When I was in college (tbt), one of my assignments for Fiction 1 was to write down my dreams for a week, pick the best one, turn it into a story, and hand it in. Lucky for me, I write down my dreams every time I have one. My favorite is when I wake up in the morning, unlock my phone, and see that it opens to a dream I’ve written down at 4am that I don’t recall at all.

Dreams have always fascinated me. I mean how could they not? Especially because mine have always been so strange. The first dream I can remember featured a beautiful tall dark haired angel in a green dress named Muriella who made me feel safe. I had that dream when I was nine years old and I decided I wanted to remember it forever. So I wrote it down. And I’ve been writing them down (on and off) ever since. Here’s my biggest observation: my dreams are crazy. Really crazy. And they’ll pretty much feature anyone I’ve ever met. If at this point you’ve become curious as to whether or not I’m going to share any of my crazy dreams with you, the answer is yes. And if you’re wondering whether or not I’ve had a dream about you, chances are that I have. Yes, you. I’m serious.

Here’s how my dream recounting works, in case you read this and want to try it out for yourself…

What you’ll need:

  1. (1) iPhone with Siri OR a pen and paper
  2. a dream

First, jolt awake at around 5am from an insane sleeping experience, then, before you do anything else, Siri or write down exactly why you woke up, without stopping, and then go back to sleep. Next, wake up in the morning. Usually, you’ll have no recollection of your dream until you open your phone or your notebook and read it back to yourself. Get ready for a wild ride.

Feel free to write down your dreams for a week and see what happens. I read that writing them down is good for your brain. But so is drinking bone broth and going to college. Anyway, here are a few of my dreams that my mom and I chose to share with the class. We chose from a long list, and all of the dreams are from 2016. I didn’t change the names because I’m totally wild and carefree. Enjoy!

A Collection of Dreams w/ Mother from Lily Fiske on Vimeo.

So…….until next time, BYE!

I’m Also a Chef

Several days ago while minding my own business for the most part, I was suddenly visited by the desire to make almond milk. This was a new desire for me, but that did not prevent me from taking a moment to stop and think about whether or not it would be a good idea. After some weighing of the pros and cons of creating almond milk in my kitchen from scratch, I decided there were no cons and only pros. Also, I had a giant bag of almonds.

For some reason, I decided that I was going to make these almonds similarly to how I make rice, in that I would soak two cups of almonds in four cups of water. (I think you’re supposed to use that proportion with rice…) I proceeded to do that and then let them sit overnight.

I spent the next day out frolicking around, but when I got home, I was thrilled to start the true almond milk making process (which you can watch below. Yes, I filmed it. Yes, you’re welcome). I also decided to add dates because dates are a gift. I was so incredibly pleased with the way this almond milk turned out. If you’d like to purchase any from me, please contact me through the “contact” page of my blog. Thank you.

“This is the best almond milk I’ve ever had!” -My mom

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“This almond milk was so good!” -My mom

Now, please enjoy this video:

How to Make Almond Milk from Lily Fiske on Vimeo.

If you’re feelin’ reckless, check out my other video on Vimeo as well! Until next time, BYE!

Did You Know I’m a Casting Director?

You might think that I have a lot of free time on my hands for one reason or another. This is, in fact, severely untrue. However when it comes to casting the entire Harry Potter heptalogy (this is what it’s called when there are seven books in a series and I want to use that word because I know it…because of Harry Potter), I will make time.

My dream of being a casting director has never gone past recasting movies  with my own personal flare, or picking  actors I’d like to see portray characters from books I’ve read. But if you’re reading this and you’re looking for someone with a lot of experience to cast the next big motion picture, please don’t hesitate to hit me right up.

As you may have guessed by now, what you are about to see is Harry Potter, cast by none other than myself. This was not a mindless task for me. I put weeks and weeks of thought into it. I’d like to first give a shout out to the casting directors of the Harry Potter franchise, whom I appreciate and admire deeply for their work:

Sorcerer’s Stone – Susie Figgis, Janet Hirshenson, Jane Jenkins, Karen Lindsay-Stewart

Chamber of Secrets – Karen Lindsay-Stewart

Prisoner of Azkaban – Jina Jay

Goblet of Fire – Mary Selway, Fiona Weir

Order of the Phoenix, Half Blood Prince, Deathly Hallows – Fiona Weir

I am in no way bashing the actors they cast, because I would trust each and every one of them with my first born child. That being said…here we go! Oh and disclaimer, I know I chose the world’s most attractive actors, so I guess you’re welcome.

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And…my personal favorite:

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And here is the…process (and the actor’s names, incase you wondered)

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I would absolutely love to hear who you’d cast, if you had the chance. It doesn’t even have to be Harry Potter related. Thank you for reading and until next time, BYE!

I Don’t Like

Nine out of ten times, I give the other person the benefit of the doubt. The infamous glass? It’s always half full. See me walking down the street? I’m probably smiling a little bit. (I do this consciously because the alternative is that I look like Cruella de Vil) Even if I don’t like an experience, I’ll try not to complain about it and recall the lessons I learned from spending my time doing something I’m not into or wouldn’t do again. It’s just the way I like to roll, and it has worked pretty well for me throughout the past 20 years.

Okay, so. That being said, this is going to be a post about MY LEAST FAVORITE THINGS! Things that have bothered or do bother me. I feel like it’s good to get these things out there in the open because usually I keep them all bottled up inside and I don’t want them to give me grey hairs. And it’s good to know what you don’t like so that you can avoid it, or just be conscious of it. So, in no particular order, a list of things that are not my favorite:

*warning* I realize these are all very light and superficial. This is because this blog is completely self indulgent and meant to be an easy read that doesn’t cause you to think too much about terrible real world issues and if you’re looking for a place to do that, try looking literally anywhere else 😦

Alright without further ado, my list:

-When my mom sat closer to One Direction than I did at their concert*

-This one time when I was in Ireland and a random man punched me in the arm

-The movie version of “The Giver.” This was such a bad movie compared to such a lovely book. Yikes.

-Oh here’s one: when the waiter fills up my water and I’ve had only like seven sips. There’s nothing I like more than the satisfaction of finishing my water, but if you refill my water every I’ve taken three sips, I’ll never finish, and it’s just this giant waste. (Maybe there are better ways of conserving water…now that I think about it.)

-When people touch my computer screen. Like, would YOU like it if I punched you in the soul? I’d say probably you would not.

-Seeing people out of context. Like, who are you? I don’t know because you’re not where you usually are, that’s for sure.

-This one time I fake sneezed to get this attractive human being to say bless you to me at a coffee shop and it didn’t work. I can’t stop thinking about it. Try it and let me know if it works for you.

-On the subject of coffee shops: when there’s no wifi in the coffee shop. LIKE. Why set yourself up for failure when you could do literally anything else?

-When people tell me I look tired. Yes I realize this about myself because I am myself.

-When the uber drivers ask if I’m going home. NO I’M VISITING MY GUN CARRYING INSANE STEPDAD are you ready to die?? Side note, everyone switch to Lyft if you love yourself.

I think 10 things is enough for today. I encourage you to spend a few minutes thinking of 10 things that bother you, write them down, and burn the list with the hope that you shed some of that unwanted negativity. Or just to fire up your hatred even more. SO until next time, BYE!

*This one time (Sunday, August 23rd, 2015 at 7pm central time) I went to a One Direction concert. I got to go for free because a friend of my mom’s trusted me enough to take her daughter&friends to see the band. This was cool and all good and I had an idea. I wanted my mom and two very good friends of mine to also experience the beauty and grace that is Harry Styles. So, I picked out seats for them last minute, three together in a section that wasn’t too expensive and one of the only areas left where three could sit together. My seats for the show were on the floor, but about 30 rows back. Like maybe if you were Yao Ming you could see a little. The seats I chose for my mom and friends were in the second balcony, high up, so everything was visible. Now, we’d all been keeping in touch throughout the day, checking in at different points, so when my mom texted me and said she had arrived, I was very excited and asked where they were standing. She said if I looked to the left of the stage a few rows up, I could see them. OH COOL, I remember thinking, THEY’RE SO CLOSE BUT THEY’LL MOVE BECAUSE THAT’S NOT WHERE THEIR SEATS ARE AND THAT’S NOT EVEN A PLACE WHERE PEOPLE CAN SIT. But guess what. The show started, and they stayed there. And I couldn’t see and they STAYED THERE and I asked her to go to her seat and she STAYED THERE! Even security came and tried to kick her out and they stayed there. It took me about two minute to forgive my friends for staying there, but there are just things a mother shouldn’t do. I haven’t forgiven her and I never will. But I try not to think about it too much.