'My Storytime' allows parents to read bedtime stories no matter where they are
Sitting down with your kids to read a book not only helps you bond with them, but also gives your little ones a sense of well-being. Even babies benefit from the experience of hearing stories. Reading to young children, starting in infancy, can help with language acquisition and literacy skills.
Unfortunately, kids with deployed parents spend days and nights without their mom or dad home for a story. To tackle this issue, Google has partnered with Instrument to offer My Storytime—an incredibly convenient way for parents to keep story time alive, no matter where they are.
With the app, parents can record themselves reading different chapters of stories, or upload the existing audio files and then play back these recordings on Nest Mini, Nest Hub, and Nest Hub Max devices. This is obviously handy for moms and dads who work night shifts, or travel often for work.
My mother used to read bible stories to me. Then I would repeat them to my friends. The story of Lot bothered the hell out of them.
These images are from a series of wall sculptures created by Yen Yen Lo . Here you can see her intricately textured ceramic pieces, looking downright adorable. Yen Yen Lo's eye for the unique and whimsical is delightful. Apparently they are not intended for kids under 16. Fifteen-year-olds cannot be trusted with fragile stuff. Get them a Funko Pop instead.
If you’re a fan of art that makes you do a double-take, you need to check out Richard Brener . Based in the UK, Richard is an internationally collected artist who works primarily with ink, fineliners, and gouache. When you first see his pieces, they actually look pretty playful. Then you realize the entire canvas is packed with thousands of tiny, ghost-like shapes he calls "champs." They’re all squeezed together like commuters on a rush-hour train, and the level of detail is honestly mind-blowing. Richard spends hundreds of hours drawing these little guys over and over. It’s obsessive, very intentional, and a little bit wild. The cool part is that the longer you stare, the more the vibe shifts. Check out more photos below:
My first apartment was in Malate, and calling it “small” would be generous. I lived there with two girls and one guy, and to this day, I genuinely don’t know how we all fit. It felt like a magic trick. Or a health hazard. We were a musical mess. One roommate lived and breathed ’70s classics. Another was permanently blasting Korn and Slipknot. One survived solely on cheesy love songs. And me? I was floating somewhere between new wave and folk rock, pretending that made sense. Somehow, despite the noise and the chaos, we all lived together in this weird, mismatched harmony. No murders. No lawsuits. A win, honestly. My music taste now is nothing like it was in my twenties. Not even close. But I’ll always be grateful to Jacqueline for introducing me to this song in particular. It was playing when I woke up from a very memorable sleep in 2002. I was 21, half-awake, probably confused about life, and that song stuck. It still hasn’t let go.
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