When someone asks me what my ex was like
I’ve said before that just because someone makes beautiful things doesn’t mean they’re a beautiful person. Maybe people are only bestowed a certain measure of grace and this is quickly spent on creative pursuits, leaving a selfish and emotionally bereft creature in the wake of the muse?
Seeing this a lot lately
It now appears that books in the form so beloved by Uncle Alex and me, hinged and unlocked boxes, packed with leaves speckled by ink, are obsolescent. My grandchildren are already doing much of their reading from words projected on the face of a video screen.
Please, please, please, wait just a minute!
At the time of ther invention, books were devices as crassly practical for storing or transmitting language, albeit fabricated from scarcely modified substances found in forest and field and animals, as the latest Silicon Valley miracles. But by accident, not by cunning calculation, books, because of their weight and texture, and because of their sweetly token resistance to manipulation, involve our hands and eyes, and then our minds and souls, in a spiritual adventure I would be very sorry for my grandchildren not to know about.
— Kurt Vonnegut,Timequake,Chapter 47
No matter how bad things get, you can always see the beauty in them. The worse things get, the more you have to make yourself see the magic in order to survive.”
— Pink Smog,Francesca Lia Block
In love with their style (I’m sure they were styled by AllSaints for this). I also read The Outsiders for the first time a couple of years ago and was really moved by it.
One of the most impactful shows I’ve seen
What does “learning the easy way” look like?
Today I’m thinking about…
- Game of Thrones (almost done with the fourth book, need to pace myself). I have a tendency to rabidly consume series, which rabidly consume my life in turn
- Strategically planning the reduction of “stuff” in my life - what to get rid of, how, when; aesthetics and how they reflect who I would like to be, rather than who I currently am
- Post-breakup reflections on life, love, and purpose; quality of life
- Halloween (of course!)
- Living with compassion, grace, and thoughtfulness
Things I fear (in chronological order):
1. My mother’s death (age 4) 2. Burglars (age 9) 3. My grandmother’s death (age 10) 4. Mediocrity (age 17) 5. Boredom (age 22) 6. The future (age 25) 7. Disappointment (age 28)