SARA BLASK

in permanent beta. work in media. featured longreader. ephemeral thoughts on the intersection between design, culture and technology. tech, space, eames, iceland and entrepreneurship. i've also claimed real estate on twitter, linkedin, and way too many other social platforms where you can usually find me by searching @sarablask or some permutation thereof. email is the most reliable way to find me: sara [at] sarablask [dot] com. let's brainstorm.

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Hi peeps, anyone still using Tumblr these days? Real talk here.

No? Okay, cool, you can find me on Medium and Twitter nowadays...

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My dear friend Steph Leonard, an ex-banker who left that world behind to immerse himself in languages and anthropological studies at Oxford, spent more than a year living among the Inuit in northern Greenland.

NBC's Ann Curry visited him last year, producing a 30 minute documentary about climate change and the Inuit's vanishing way of life. This is a super important piece, but as my mom wrote to me in an email, "I just wish it would make a difference." The planet continues to bake -- and at this point the damage seem irreversible.

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My mom sent me this awesome clipping about my dad, which appeared in the Houston Chronicle on December 22, 1967. 

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Correx

Nearly every morning before I skim through countless morning email newsletters -- NYT top headlines, WSJ top headlines, Playbook, Re/Code, Quartz, etc etc etc -- I check the corrections pages for The New York Times and The Wall Street Journal. There's a hidden gem almost every time. 

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Ran from San Francisco to Sausalito today via this beautiful bridge. 10 mi.

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"We were in Santa Rosa for David and Louisa's wedding and were getting ready in the hotel room when this bizarre OJ Simpson car chase came on. I somehow caught your hair in the curling iron (the last time I used one of those things) and it was awful. I couldn't untangle it and you were beside yourself.

The latest missive from my mom in which she asked me if I remembered where I was 20 years ago when the whole OJ Simpson car chase thing happened.  

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As they considered whether they could wiretap Mr. Icahn, one of the people said, they learned that it could be hard to do so without him finding out—because he owned a stake in a telecommunications company through which surveillance might have to be conducted

Sentence of the day, The Wall Street Journal, A1, “Trade Probe Hits Snag as Surveillance is Derailed” by Michael Rothfeld and Susan Pulliam

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Dawn patrol. Land's End, San Francisco.

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No matter what you think about what unfolded last week at the Times, Jill Abramson's commencement speech at Wake Forest today is a testament to her class -- and her own resilience. 

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Surf watch on today's run. Tourmaline Beach/San Diego. 7 mi.

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Happy Mother's Day. Xo

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Sarandipitous!

Best word from my inbox today, courtesy of @thayerwalker. 

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The best part about training for a marathon is that pretty much every run is a personal record. Ocean Beach, SF (6 mi/63 min)

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Bright lights and baseball on tonight's run.

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Scenes from a run: Outer Sunset, San Francisco. 4 miles/41 minutes.

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hot jams.

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If you watch Brian Williams tonight you'll see a wonderful little piece about the 1964 World's Fair. In the last few weeks, they've been celebrating the 50th anniversary and the skeletons of that exposition. I'd forgotten I'd been there and the FIRST thing that popped into my mind when I saw footage recently was the BELGIAN WAFFLE and tonight, there it was!!!! Everything was a first there. Wish i could remember my companions as well as I remember that confection. You gotta watch Brian.

The latest email vignette from my mom. In addition to making me smile at the thought of her attending the 1964 World's Fair, it's also interesting to see how influential Brian Williams (and broadcast in general) is for my mom and her demographic. I don't feel the same connection to anchors but there is something kind of comforting knowing that someone like Brian is such a consistent thread in my mother's life.