November 2011
The problem is I want to drink to celebrate, but the drinking drains the clarity, and thus, the very reason for celebration.
Today I woke up and went to get coffee. Afterward, I wandered. Limitless afterwards. I walked into the city to see a movie with Brian, realized that I’d never been in love before, very strange, and we walked in loops around the park, like lazy ribbons, talking and...
“Now as the end of his life was approaching, he set about to write his memoirs,...”
– incomplete grandiosity. their lives were noble, epic, partly finished sketches, backlit and sanctified by suffering.
on that note.
“On the front, residential buildings in Amsterdam are mostly neatly aligned. The...”
– Rear Window. It achieves a woozy grace; the highest aspiration.
Will Hermes: Four Weeks of New York Music →
A collection of curated playlists from Will Hermes, author of Love Goes to Buildings on Fire: Five Years in New York That Changed Music Forever. Each spans a one month period in 1973, 1974, and 1975 — featuring everybody from Lou Reed to Miles Davis to The New York Dolls, plus historical context provided by Hermes’ himself — and they are all amazing. The book.
“Light glitters differently on water that is clear. I understood that I had never...”
– on Lake Baikal. one of the more handsomely poetic observations from Ian Frazier’s Travels in Siberia.
that and the constant eating of fish, always attached to a smiling anecdote:
The fish were small, but wrapped in wet paper from Katya’s sketchbook and baked in the coals of our beach...
“You people come into the market — the Greenmarket, in the open air under the...”
– John McPhee, Giving Good Weight. That is an amazing way to begin a story, I feel.
“This probably wouldn’t help the problem you’re describing, but it sounds like...”
– a comment from the “End Online Panhandling Forever” piece on Gawker today .
just going to leave this here.
superstitions.
[reprint]
ali read my tarot last night. the card that he pulled to “represent my current situation” was one of a wealthy merchant who longs to travel the world but is imprisoned in his castle by success. that made me laugh.
i drew the devil as my representation of self, death as my future. i drew a woman blind-folded and imprisoned, and a man offered the cup of knowledge who refuses to drink. i...
