I’m trash and have turned into a trash monster

these are the things that remind us we’re human

from a great interview with disney heiress abigail disney:

In what ways did your dad change, other than having a jet?
Actually, having a jet is a really big deal. If I were queen of the world, I would pass a law against private jets, because they enable you to get around a certain reality. You don’t have to go through an airport terminal, you don’t have to interact, you don’t have to be patient, you don’t have to be uncomfortable. These are the things that remind us we’re human.

no explosions

Thinking about this poem by Naomi Shihab Nye today. pic.twitter.com/pBB8tkC006

— George Abraham (@IntifadaBatata) March 15, 2019

(via laura olin newsletter)

things i thought i liked but am actually only so-so on

PENNE

(incredible close-up of penne via wikipedia)

new style inspiration

marisa tomei!? yes, because, be real, this is fire. also love that she’s no spring chicken but still rocking it, and also respekt to a different world. full disclosure, i am trying to duplicate this look exactly, will keep you posted (retail distraction for stress-grief, no doubt).

balms for the blues

• watching my little pony with levi and ross last night
• “when i paint my masterpiece,” which ross played at greg’s memorial
• bob dylan and the band in general
• drinking mancans in honor of greg
• against all odds: BOSCH

pinks

Agnès Varda’s home in Paris, France, photographed by Alasdair McLellan. Courtesy of The Gentlewoman.

was there a time in the day

liked this interview with writer jenny odell (also GQ changing their game a little bit?):

One thing that is important to me is: was there a time in the day when you were fully aware of the fact that you’re alive? Were there even five or ten minutes where I was able to drop out of the stream of productive time? A lot of time it’s just closely observing something. If you’re really lost in observing something, you lose yourself. You’re just very aware of that thing and those are moments where it’s like, “Oh right, this isn’t just the same day over and over again. This is today. It’s one of a finite number of days I will be alive.”

oy oy oy

very cool, just had fractious talk with my crazy aunt, she implied to my sister-in-law that i was in dire straits (!), so my sister-in-law was like, hey, fyi, she’s worried/desperate for you to call her. so i call the aunt — v. bad idea, i was hotheaded about the whole thing (i left her a message a month ago, how often do you talk to your aunts?!). so then we proceeded to have a 40-minute conversation about who was more busy and who was not being empathetic and other dumbass bullshit. really fun. had to take half of an anxiety med to cool down (it cooled me a bit down too much, WOOF). ah maybe i should just go live in finland (“the World’s Happiest Country Is All About Reading, Coffee, and Saunas”).

i could write in my own blood

more from fran lebowitz in the paris review:

LEBOWITZ

…To me, dictating a book seems impossible. But what would also be impossible, would be to write on one of those word processors. There’s too much distance.

INTERVIEWER

What do you use then?

LEBOWITZ

A Bic pen. I’m such a slow writer I have no need for anything as fast as a word processor. I don’t need anything so snappy. I write so slowly that I could write in my own blood without hurting myself.