slubs in the city

Slub (adj): Maverick; unorthodox; independent in behavior or thought.


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Slub of the week: Miniature Pig

Straight Slubbin’ (Shannon and I got to pet a baby piglet, who was less than a day old, at the Great Minnesota Get-Together. It was possibly the most adorable creature I had ever seen. So small, so pink, so fuzzy!)

A never-ending conversation in our house is about what kind of pet we should/could buy (although in reality, we really shouldn’t get a pet). The options have varied from wiener dogs to ducks to chickens to goats. After our fair excursion, we decided a pig, most likely miniature to better suit our apartment, would be an excellent option. And what slubby creatures pigs are.

Great Slubby Pig Facts (thanks to our friends at wikipedia)

1. Pigs use their snouts to forage for food in the ground. All slubs know how to obtain food quickly and efficiently, and are not ashamed to use any means to do so.

2. Pigs are extremely intelligent. So are slubs.

3. Pigs can be trained to perform tricks. Slubs have been known to perform such illusions as making entire cakes disappear.

4. (We choose to ignore the fact that pigs have been used to keep restrooms clean by, well, you know…)

5. Pigs can graze at pasture, like sheep or cattle, which reduces their environmental impact by decreasing grain inputs. Slubs love the environment.

6. Pigs are very social animals, often snuggling with their other pig friends while resting. Slubs cuddle. In their stretchy pants.

7. Apparently pigs sleep all the time. Sometimes they forage for food. Slubs want.

So here’s to you, miniature pig, for being cute, for sleeping and eating all you want, for being intelligent, for rocking the curly tails, and for being the slubbiest creature this week!

-Kat

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truth bomb: i cry during the national anthem.

At work a few days ago I had a lengthy discussion (we’re talking over an hour here) with my boss about how my personal values jive with my professional life. As I’m sure it is with other organizations, encouraging employees to take ownership of their own value system is a big deal to Thrivent. My first day on the job I received a deck of cards, each of which contained a single word. The goal of the exercise was to narrow down the values from a list of 52 to my top five. As I was running through the cards I had to think carefully about what my core values actually are, instead of selecting a card based off what other people might have considered socially superior. I discarded ‘service’, although I definitely believe in volunteerism. ‘Community’ went as well. So did ‘family’ and ‘friendship’, which just sounds awful. Others, like ‘loyalty’, ‘security’, and ‘adventure’ were tossed aside too. Believe me. It was tough to narrow my values down to just five…

…but of course I did. No worries.

  1. Diversity
  2. Education
  3. Faith
  4. Freedom
  5. Happiness

Those of you who know me well can guess which card immediately went into the “no duh I value this” pile. Regardless of how dark our current political and economic outlook may be (which is an entirely different post), I legit bleed red, white and blue. The romantic ideal of freedom makes me want to do ridiculous things like cry during the national anthem and purchase an American flag to hang in my room (there is one for sale in an antique store near the Uptown house, if I’m forced to walk past it again I will buy it). My other four values were a lot harder to narrow down, and I spent a significant amount of time debating between 10 or so cards. The result is that I’m now extremely attached to my ideals regarding diversity, education, faith, and happiness. In some cheesy way, it feels like these five values are my personal form of identification – this is who I am, because this is what I believe in.

But after my conversation with my boss I realized that, while it’s incredibly easy to wax poetic on my belief system, it’s much harder to make sure my actions reflect my sentiments.  I’m particularly hung up on my last value. What the hell does happiness even mean, exactly? I really sucked at my philosophy and theory classes in college so I’m not even going to pretend to answer that question, but I think it’s worthwhile to put it out there. If I’m not completely happy all the time, then why is happiness a value that I resonate with so strongly?

That’s not to say that I’m convinced I should be happy every moment of the day. No one, aside from maybe Amy Adams in Enchanted and Ryan from the Bachelorette, is all smiles and optimism 100% of the time. I think my roommates would hate me if I was like that. But the way I live my life definitely influences how happy I am, and thankfully, I get the pleasure of deciding just how I want to do that. I can choose the work I do, the books I read, the plans I make, the people I surround myself with. I can choose the goals I set and the things I say. I was blessed with the ability to choose my education, and I can choose how I wish to continue it. And if I truly value happiness, like I’d like to believe I do, then I must make those decisions based on what will lead me to the greatest joy.

So that’s my ultimate goal for this year. I vow to document any revelations I have on the point as long as I remain a slub in the city.

But for real, you should all narrow down you values right now and – fancy that! – I have the list for you! You officially have no excuse not to figure it out.

Recommended course of action: In your first sweep of the list, cross out those values that don’t immediately resonate with you. Go with your gut. Then, narrow down all the values you didn’t cross out to 15, and then 10, and finally 5.

Achievement     Advancement     Adventure     Affection     Artistic Expression     Authority     Autonomy     Challenge     Community     Competence     Competition     Contribution     Cooperation     Creativity     Diversity     Economic Security     Education     Faith     Fame     Family     Freedom     Friendship     Fun     Happiness     Health     Helpfulness     Honesty     Independence     Influence     Integrity     Justice     Loyalty     Nature     Order     Personal Development     Pleasure     Power     Predictability     Recognition     Respect     Responsibility     Risk-taking     Service     Spirituality     Status     Structure     Team Work     Tradition     Trust     Variety     Wealth     Wisdom

como siempre, con mi amor.

shan


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sorr ’bout the post

To all who stumble upon this blog:

One day, while describing what I was wearing when I was asked to my senior prom, I created a word.

Slub: A person who wears casual, pajama-like clothing.

(Slubby: the adjective used to describe a casual outfit. For example: “I was wearing a tshirt and sweatpants…I just looked really slubby.”)

Everyone thought the word was ridiculous and embarrassing, until we realized that my made-up vocabulary was actually in the dictionary —

Slub: a lump in yarn or fabric, often made intentionally to give a knobbly effect.

After that, we saw slub everywhere. Pottery Barn has Fabric by the Yard in Slubby Canvas and Slubby Basketweave. Banana Republic has the Cotton Slub Cardigan. Anthropologie has the Slubby Tulip Dress. Given it’s popularity, slub became a part of our St. Olaf senior year vernacular. We used it whenever the mood hit us. We were slubs, slubbin, and slubby. We slubbed.

After Anna, Kat, Laura, Nora and I had decided to create a blog that would document our lives from graduation up until one year after college (and perhaps beyond), we unanimously and almost instantaneously agreed on a title for that blog.

So welcome to slubs in the city.

I did some internet research on the word “slub”, and found a website called Slub Design. The creators of that website had listed one final definition for our favorite word:

Slub (adj): Maverick; unorthodox; independent in behavior or thought.

I think that definition suits the five of us slubs perfectly.

I’m so glad that you’re here. Check this blog often. I promise we won’t disappoint.

con amor,

Shannon