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“[A] new literary genre, the MBA Memoir . . . Delivers 97 pearls of warmth, wit and wisdom from the most inspirational entrepreneur I have ever met.” —Frances Edmonds, bestselling author of Repotting Your Life Called the “Queen of Beauty” and the most influential lone woman to impact the beauty industry since Estée Lauder by the New York Times, Leslie Blodgett’s story is anything but ordinary. As the CEO of BareMinerals, she reinvented how beauty was sold by tapping into the power of community before the idea of social media existed. In 2006, Blodgett took the company public in one of the largest cosmetic IPOs of the decade, and in 2010, the company was acquired for $1.8 billion. Pretty Good Advice is her next chapter. This refreshing book features 97 candid and entertaining insights on business, life, and beauty. Personal and often surprising, Blodgett dishes on leading with humor, why wearing blush and reading obituaries are two of the most optimistic things you can do, and why you owe it to your coworkers not to be boring. Pretty Good Advice is full of frank, actionable advice to help light a fire under you. “If you want to laugh, get totally inspired, learn a bunch and enjoy reading something so engrossing you won’t put it down but you could because it’s written in these amazing one-ish-page chunks, GET IT. Could not be better for right now.” —Jean Godfrey June, Beauty Editor, GOOP “A moving and clear-eyed memoir of an extraordinary life. Charmingly made-up as a how-to guide, Leslie chronicles that life in vivid and memorable lessons that jump off the page.” —John W. Evans, author of Should I Still Wish
Thin Films Science and Technology, Volume 3: Langmuir–Blodgett Films, 1982 presents the developments and complementary methods for the production of ultrathin films. This book evaluates the process technology and potential of the films. Organized into two parts encompassing 48 chapters, this volume begins with an overview of the idea that the Langmuir–Blodgett method of superimposing fatty acid monolayers might be suitably modified. This text then examines the behavior of anisotropic photoconductivities in Langmuir films of rhodanine containing merocyanines with three donor nuclei diluted with arachidic acid. Other chapters describe the characteristic of pure Langmuir–Blodgett films of porphyrins. This book discusses as well the preliminary resonance Raman spectroscopy experiments on Langmuir–Blodgett films made of a small number of porphyrin layers. The final chapter deals with the need to fabricate small structures in electronic devices because of the advantages of cost and speed. This book is a valuable resource for scientists and engineers.
In November 2005, Bonnie Blodgett was whacked with a nasty cold. After a quick shot of a popular nasal spray up each nostril, the back of her nose was on fire. With that, Blodgett—a professional garden writer devoted to the sensual pleasures of garden and kitchen—was launched on a journey through the senses, the psyche, and the sciences. Her olfactory nerve was destroyed, perhaps forever. She had lost her sense of smell. Phantosmia—a constant stench of “every disgusting thing you can think of tossed into a blender and pureed”—is the first disorienting stage. It’s the brain’s attempt, as Blodgett vividly conveys, to compensate for loss by conjuring up a tortured facsimile. As the hallucinations fade and anosmia (no smell at all) moves in to take their place, Blodgett is beset by questions: Why are smell and mood hand-in-hand? How are smell disorders linked to other diseases? What is taste without flavor? Blodgett’s provocative conversations with renowned geneticists, smell dysfunction experts, neurobiologists, chefs, and others ultimately lead to a life-altering understanding of smell, and to the most transformative lesson of all: the olfactory nerve, in ways unlike any other in the human body has the extraordinary power to heal.
"Love is stronger than hate." That was a grieving dad's message to 1,000 people at his daughter's funeral after she was brutally murdered in their home. Borne of this statement was Jessie Blodgett's legacy: The LOVE>hate Project. As I sat there with my face in my hands, asking Him why, my thoughts traveled forward from the eighth grade musical where Jess debuted her first original composition, "Butterflies." I remembered recurring visions of myself at her funeral with this song playing in the background. I had always dismissed these premonitions as typical parental fears. Every parent worries about losing their child, right? Then I envisioned an angel coming to Jess in her darkest hour. As the rope bit hard into her neck, cutting off her air, the grip too hopelessly strong for her to fight off, as she struggled desperately, bewildered by the betrayal and cruelty of a friend, the angel came. Out of her body it called her soul. Floating up and away together, the angel whispered in her ear, "Fly away, fly high. You're a butterfly, and butterflies are free to fly..." Excerpt But, of course, most of life-the mundane minutes, seconds, and moments-was just normal life. Now, life would never be normal again, of course. No, it would be a moment-to-moment wrestling match, a constant duel for my attention between the abyss and the life of purpose. Excerpt Jess was a young woman with an indomitable spirit. She was the girl who ran out into traffic on Highway 60 near Pike Lake to rescue a turtle that wasn't going to make it across the road. She was the girl whose purse came from Ecuador, because it was a Fair Trade item, and even a stranger from halfway around the world deserved a chance to build a life. The way to meet this horrible tragedy was not with anger and bitterness. We had to respond to this incomprehensible act with the best of our true selves, not the worst. To honor Jess. Excerpt I had hit rock bottom. It had been over half a year now. It was the dead of winter. The shock phase was over, and all that was left was emptiness. The day before, I had gone up to Jessie's room. I stood by the side of her bed. I imagined her lying there, sleeping peacefully.... And then I bent over and put my arm around her and gave her a kiss on the head, as if she was actually sleeping there. Even though I was alone, it was kind of awkward. But something about it felt really good, too, and I ended up hugging "her" for a full five minutes. Then, I grabbed the flannel shirt hanging on her bedpost, the shirt that still smelled like her, the one she wore so much in her last days, and I climbed onto her bed with the shirt and, using it like a blanket, I snuggled with "her" for a half hour. And I imagined that she talked back, speaking words of comfort and wisdom. Excerpt FACEBOOK Buck Blodgett July 15, 2014 "Jess, a year ago today.... At 12:35 p.m. I took the call from Mom. She was sobbing, telling me she found you-you weren't breathing; there were marks on your neck. She did CPR, called 911. EMTs worked on you as we spoke. I asked if you were responding. She said "no." I asked if you were gone. No words came. I talked to God the whole drive home, hoping, praying. Our driveway was full-squad cars, firetrucks, ambulance, Crime Scene Unit vehicle. They wouldn't let me see you, touch you, hold you. Your room was taped off. I understood, but not being there for you when you needed help, or to say goodbye, was unbearable." " It's been a year of deep pain and profound Love. Never again will I take a single second of this life for granted. I was wrong about God and Spirit and life after death. You have opened my eyes. You have infused some of yourself into me, made me kinder, braver, more musical, less judgmental. I live for you now, sweetie, for your legacy, LOVE>hate. See ya when I'm done here my hero, my brave and beautiful young w