May 2012
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Hiking and wading in the river. Reading Hemingway on the porch. Grilling chicken and peppers. So much sunshine when at first they said rain. Ice cream and posing for pictures. Pizza in the park by moonlight. Philosophizing Mad Men. Salad from my garden. Discussing the best Jim Jarmusch movies. IPAs. Late night texts. Waking up early and meditating. Weeding and watering. How to fight off ghost...
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“Would you pick up my farm share on Saturday? You can just have it.
“If...”
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Kerouac’s rules for something or other. #4.
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Last Sunday I drove down to Jersey City for the art exhibit Conference of the Birds. Been a minute since I’ve spent significant time around artists so I was looking forward to getting back to my roots. And literally—when I drove up I had no idea where to go and asked some guy getting out of a car with WI plates what to do. Turns out, Bradley grew up not far from me and then spent a few...
This seems like a bold interpretation, to go on record assuming everyone is obsessed with their own (in)ability to communicate—oh, you are too? okay great nevermind—and then I’m instantly transported back to tiny City Park in Appleton, Wisconsin, those muddy spring days of swings and frisbee and trying to get a tan and read On the Road on a windy day. That epic liminal malaise of...
April 2012
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“There’s a great wanderlust in you; I can see it in your smile.”
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“Quantum entanglement teaches us that related molecules can “communicate” with...”
– Christian Wiman of Poetry magazine
(via)
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My friends indulge my obsession with Cheryl Strayed and Wild.
I think this is one of the best presents I’ve ever received.
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If a man does not keep pace with his companions, perhaps it is because he hears a different drummer. Let him step to the music which he hears, however measured or far away. It is not important that he should mature as soon as an apple-tree or an oak. Shall he turn his spring into summer?
- Thoreau, Walden
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How It Flew from Her
From her mouth. It gathered its small, soft body and leapt forward, up and out. And then it was gone. She knew because of the dark hollow in her chest, like the place a woodpecker makes, keeps making, until it’s emptied the wood of food and moved on. She didn’t try to stop it, because she didn’t know what it was; what came from her mouth looked like a white moth, the kind that eats wool, so she...
March 2012
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“You look at where you are, and look at where you want to go, and you keep looking, and the path will appear.”
“Are we still talking about car repair?”
“Yes! I’m talking about car repair. What are you talking about?”
“Making fun of someone is putting a name on what you really want. The inevitable...”
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You guys. You guys.
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Spring equinox resolutions: this should be a thing. The thyme and clover are sprouting, green and shine in the grass; hawks draw silent wakes in the sky. Way more inspirational than countdown clocks, holiday blues, and seasonal affective disorder.
I made a joke the other night about someone that no one really likes, and I remember people laughing, but I instantly regretted saying it. I love...
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Sunday. What still sunny days We have now. And I alone in them. So brief—our best!
So much is wrong, but not my hills. I have been thinking of writing A letter to the President of China.
Do it, do it, do it, do it. I beseech you, I beseech you, I beseech you, I beseech you.
Mornings like this: I look About the earth and the heavens: There is not enough to believe—
Mornings like this. How heady...
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“The care for the environment and world around us is so important, and yet...”
– Got a letter in the mail today.
February 2012
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“The only difference between skanking and the Charleston is you’re supposed...”
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I just won my first Catan game!
“Buying birthday cards” is an odd thing to be bad at and probably only made worse by using post-it notes instead, but this morning I skipped breakfast to write out one for every year my roommate’s been on the planet and stick them around the house. Like so:
Edit: she took a better picture of the squirrel.
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The other day at work I was looking for some dry erase markers and found this Ibex Shak, which has been sitting in a closet for almost four years (complete with workplace logo, don’t look too hard). Finders keepers, amirite? I’m also keeping the corner office, the intern, and the occasional whisk-off-to-be-wined-and-dined-in-Manhattan.
So I’ve been warned by more than one...
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Attention writers: applications are being accepted now through March 1, 2012, for the Boyden Writing Residency in remote southwestern Oregon. If spotty electricity, no outside contact except NPR, and trail maintenance duties get your creative juices flowing, take a look. Just remember, “You must be ready to coexist with black bears. Above all, you must be self-reliant.”
I’d...
Tomorrow is National Sweater Day in Canada. (They must have more snow than we do here.) (We have none. I didn’t even wear a jacket hiking last weekend.)
MAVIS.
Make It Do: Remembering the Woodswoman →
makeitdo:
Rob Fountain/Associated Press
Yesterday I stopped and pulled my old copy of Woodswoman from my bookshelf. Looking at it, I recalled years ago (1986?), driving back to all-girls’ camp in Vermont, after several nights hiking and camping in the White Mountains. In the van we were chatting away about the woods when I mentioned my interest in building a log cabin in Alaska and living in...
I designed this. Yay.
Go on and apply. We’ll party in Burlington, too.
January 2012
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“Let time be time.”
“Please refer to us as X instead of Y, because it’s good for our SEO.”
– how is this a thing people say? I’m going to go live in the woods.
“What a strange thing has happened as the years went by. The roles reversed....”
– Johnny Otis on the changing blues audience between 1969 and 1989 (via nprfreshair)
LOL, whatever, I just saw DeRobert & the Half Truths and Wyatt Cenac was totally there.
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“When despair grows in me
and I wake in the middle of the night at the least...”
– Wendell Berry
“Moreover, tens of millions of Americans, the uncool as well as the supercool,...”
– Kurt Andersen breaking down on why people use the word curation when they mean, like, shopping. Internet!
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NO ONE CAN UNDERSTAND YOU WITH A MOUTH FULL OF... →
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December 2011
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Art.Sy Genome project →
5% skeptical, 95% wish this had come out while I was writing my thesis. Here’s the site to request an invitation.
(And ooh, if you do, they’ll ask you to fill out this survey)
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