Jul 27, 2015

No time for thinking / Your life is at stake
Everyone’s doing the California Shake 

(Source: Spotify)

Jul 17, 2015

A Few Good Things on the Internet

Existing, being, interacting, and reading the internet is enough to give you an ulcer. I used to have people to complain with regularly about how awful the internet was, but since I’ve moved across the country and need to make new friends, I don’t want to be known as the person who complains about the internet. What’s the point? I also love it, as someone who has interacted with it daily since she was 12, loves it. I love what you can make with it; I love how you can interact with people you like on it. But the internet, on the regular, makes me feel loneliness, frustration, and anger, with its kneejerk reactions, fleeting obsessions, article dogpiles, and reportage of the most mundane of activities. (Somebody tweets.)

I’m especally lonely now—sometimes I avoid Facebook or Instagram on weekends where I know a large group of people I know are hanging out somewhere and having fun where I’m not. If I don’t see evidence of it, the ache is amorphous. There are no images to fixate on. I can only imagine things. 

This is another one of those weekends. Many of my friends are at a music festival in Wisconsin. What a peculiar ache. Tomorrow morning I’ll ride my bike by the ocean and in the afternoon, I’ll ride a ferry across the bay. In the down hours I’ll spend time in a bookstore, I’ll clean the apartment, I’ll bake some banana bread. Whatever it takes to take up time. 

Good thing #1: OKREAL What could be an obnoxious website containing interviews with stupidly successful women isn’t. Its tone feels more honest than other similar websites. 

Good thing #2: Abdi and the Golden Ticket on This American Life. Now that I have a 20 minute walking commute, I listen to a lot more podcasts. This one was fantastic.

Good thing #3: “Off Diamond Head” by William Finnegan in The New Yorker. A beautiful piece from a few weeks ago about being a surfer, and an outsider, in Hawaii. Finnegan’s book, Barbarian Days: A Surfing Life comes out next week.

Good thing not on the internet but about the internet: So You’ve Been Publicly Shamed by Jon Ronson. I read the first 12 pages of this in a bookstore and an excerpt in The New Yorker, probably, some time ago. Going to circle back to it when I finish the stack of 20 books by my bedside table. (Or… go to the bookstore this weekend.)

Jul 9, 2015

“The Lost Pilot” by James Tate

One of my favorites from one of my favorites.

Your face did not rot
like the others–the co-pilot,
for example, I saw him

yesterday. His face is corn-
mush: his wife and daughter,
the poor ignorant people, stare

as if he will compose soon.
He was more wronged than Job.
But your face did not rot

like the others–it grew dark,
and hard like ebony;
the features progressed in their

distinction. If I could cajole
you to come back for an evening,
down from your compulsive

orbiting, I would touch you,
read your face as Dallas,
your hoodlum gunner, now,

with the blistered eyes, reads
his braille editions. I would
touch your face as a disinterested

scholar touches an original page.
However frightening, I would
discover you, and I would not

turn you in; I would not make
you face your wife, or Dallas,
or the co-pilot, Jim. You

could return to your crazy
orbiting, and I would not try
to fully understand what

it means to you. All I know
is this: when I see you,
as I have seen you at least

once every year of my life,
spin across the wilds of the sky
like a tiny, African god,

I feel dead. I feel as if I were
the residue of a stranger’s life,
that I should pursue you.

My head cocked toward the sky,
I cannot get off the ground,
and, you, passing over again,

fast, perfect, and unwilling
to tell me that you are doing
well, or that it was mistake

that placed you in that world,
and me in this; or that misfortune
placed these worlds in us.

Jun 30, 2015
Jun 24, 2015
I started figure skating when I was 7. Skating is a very, very intense sport. It’s all self-generated. You have no one but yourself.

Vera Wang, New York Magazine

Found this surprisingly nice advice from Vera Wang. I knew she liked figure skating, but I didn’t know she was a figure skater. Somehow missed that thread when she was designing all of Michelle Kwan’s outfits.

Figure skating, in retrospect, might have been the worst possible sport for me, personality-wise. Might have done well from a team sport. Oh, well. Here I am!

Jun 23, 2015

This poem is relevant every single year of my life. I’ve posted it so many times before, but here it is again, because once again, I feel it so acutely:

“Finding Is Losing Something Else”

Finding is losing something else.
I think about, perhaps even mourn,
    what I lost to find this.

—Richard Brautigan

Jun 22, 2015

Thomas McGuane reads James Salter - The New Yorker

Postscript: James Salter, 1925–2015

The New Yorker podcast and story that started it all for me.

Jun 19, 2015

(Source: Spotify)

Jun 18, 2015
Anni Albers, Knot, 1947What do you do when you start to get away from yourself in order to bring your mind back to the place you want it to be, ideally: calm, generous, inspired, and full of love?

Anni Albers, Knot, 1947

What do you do when you start to get away from yourself in order to bring your mind back to the place you want it to be, ideally: calm, generous, inspired, and full of love?

May 27, 2015

New music. (And check out the Whiplash-inspired video for another groovy song, too.)

(Source: Spotify)

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