Tigers are my favorite animals in the whole wide world, and the white ones are my extra favorite animals. (Is it possible to talk about one's favorite animal without sounding like a five-year-old?) I've been hearing some rumblings about tigers going extinct, which is just plain stupid. Pandas have been going extinct for like decades now, but tigers just whoosh in out of nowhere with a surprise extinction to beat them out? That is total crap. Also, what about those whales?

I've decided that I'm going to ask my parents to adopt a tiger cub in my name through a foundation called Save China's Tigers as my Christmas present this year. I don't even know if the foundation is legit yet or not, so I won't post a link, but if you have a few spare dollars and want to find your own tiger-related charity to donate to this season, I will love you forever. And maybe even kiss you, if you're pretty or if you smell good or if you quote Lord of the Rings in a low voice in my ear.

So go forth and save my favorite animal, if not for me then for the kids of the future who need to have tigers in the world in order to fully appreciate the greatness of Calvin and Hobbes.

One of the weirdest parts of this Thanksgiving trip to Tennessee has been my family's sudden interest in crossword puzzles. My grandma, my mom, and my aunts all love Scrabble and jumbles and any sort of word-related activity commonly published by a newspaper and/or PennyPress. It's an obsession that stopped with my generation, probably thanks to all those video games rotting our very souls.

Anyway, that's not to say that I don't have an interest in words or language or puzzles, but I never saw the fun in gathering around the kitchen counter for a vocabulary festival. I would much rather curl up in bed with a good book of logic puzzles and a cup of hot chocolate. Exercise of the brain, like exercise of the body, is best enjoyed alone. ALONE. GET OFF MY LAWN.

But because we have precious few opportunities to see my grandparents anymore, my brother and I set aside our hermit tendencies when we visit them. And when my grandma pulled out a book of really difficult "Bible-themed" crossword puzzles (four to seven clues from each puzzle were related to Bible verses, but the rest had nothing to do with the Bible, Christianity, religion, or even nice things), we jumped at the chance to help her solve them. Lo and behold. It was surprisingly fun. Because we all have such varied interests and passions, every person was called upon at least once to answer a question that stumped everyone else. My mom jokingly gave all the 18th-century questions to my grandma; my grandma gave me the Lord of the Rings and internet-related questions; I turned to my brother every time the clue read "movie producer" or "film director"; we all deferred to my mom, the resident expert, for those obscure "crossword words"; and she turned to my dad and my grandpa for all the other miscellaneous categories.

I enjoyed getting to know a little more of the varied interests of my brother, parents, and grandparents, and I loved that we were able to find such an intellectually stimulating way to relax. I have a cool family, and I hope I never forget that.

Oh, and I have my own book of crossword puzzles now, but it's not really as fun to fill in by myself. Maybe I'll let you back on my lawn after all.

P.S. One of the clues that really tripped us up was "crumpled." The result was a four-letter word. "GAVE." Please tell me how that makes sense.
P.P.S. My favorite clue thus far has been "steal, slangily." Slangily? Really? (The answer was "GLAM.")

This picture is a bit of a mistake, but I like it just the same. One of the things I want to focus on in my 2011 "happiness project" is overcoming perfectionism for the sake of creativity, art, beauty, peace of mind, etc. Sometimes, my attention to detail and my commitment to doing better—to being the best—can be a useful and wonderful asset, but I realize that it's unhealthy and unwise to live under that sort of pressure all the time. I don't know exactly what all of my goals will be for the year or how I will keep myself accountable or why I feel the sudden urge to stretch myself, nor do I want to figure that out from a hotel room in Kentucky (as gorgeous and inspirational as it might be). So until then, I will mull over this simple thought and see where it takes me:

I am not perfect, and I can't wait to see what I can do because of that.