Papa Dre Dubs forever (Taken with Instagram at Housing Works Bookstore Cafe)
10. Excessive/unnecessary hashtags. Hashtags, when used appropriately and conservatively, can bring disparate groups of people together to comment or read up on a public event, like the presidential debates. Hashtags, when used needlessly and liberally, can make everyone around you (your followers) feel like tying a few planks together into a makeshift raft, pushing off from the Florida coast, and hoping to be sucked into the Bermuda Triangle forever. Reportedly, none of the ghost-merpeople living in the whirlpools there have even HEARD of hashtags, and they’re all the better for it. (via 11 Ways You’re Annoying On Twitter)
WORD. UP.
Yup.
“For most of the time we were married I was in love with Diana Maitland. Never had her, never came within a mile of her, but, oh, Christ, I could’ve died for that girl. Ah, I used to wonder if you knew what I was going through, but then I’d figure it didn’t matter anyway because you were probably in love with Paul – or if not with Paul then with Tom Nelson, or else with some romantic abstraction of a man who’d turn out to be about twenty-nine times stronger and better than me. Know what we did, Lucy? You and me? We spent our whole lives yearning. Isn’t that the God damndest thing?” —
Young Hearts Crying - Richard Yates (1984). (via besieging)
Yates forever.
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Every single day I look at this giant advertisement for a real estate company — one that is presumably supposed to appeal to “young people” like myself — in which the signifiers shoved together to represent hip, urban luxury (?) include bangs, bubble baths, candles, bright tattoos, red wine, sandwiches, and sweet potato fries (??), all at the same time.
Eating in the bath is disgusting. Official position.
So I just moved so don’t worry or anything, but, no joke, this HUGE ad was on the wall outside my old apartment (it was to the right when looking at this photo, the building next door). We couldn’t figure out WHAT she was eating for the longest time and at first we thought it was crab legs? For some reason?
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Juxtaposition!
I posted my work-workspace on the Housing Works Tumblr this morning. Here’s my brand-new (the having of the office is brand new, that is) desk in our office. The copy of Wild and my planner have carried over from one #writespace to the next.
What we did this weekend (Taken with Instagram at Home)
“I’ve always felt an obligation to keep any book with which I’ve had some sort of relationship, even if it was an insignificant one—an assignment for a short review, for instance. Over time, these bad and mediocre books began to stand on my shelves as reproaches—Was I fair? Did I do the book justice? Whom did I hurt?—and I was glad to send them off. But I kept most else, especially if I’d scribbled in it. My annotations—“!!” or “Hahah” or “Bleh”—are asinine, but I’m fond of them. Analyses can be recooked, but these grunts fossilize an initial reaction—how I responded to Notes from Underground at eighteen (“Meh”) and then three formative years later (“WAH”).” —
Another from Francesa Mari in Paris Review – Shelf-Conscious, Francesca Mari. My book club’s next pick is The Great Gatsby; can’t wait to compare my 14-year-old (high school), 19-year-old (college), and current selves reactions.
Of course, if you’re weeding out your collection, please consider donating to Housing Works.
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“They were dressed in summery short dresses and tights, but brightly colored balaclavas masked their faces. Dancing frantically to keep warm, they launched into a song that could be delicately titled “Putin Got Scared,” though the lyrics in Russian were ruder than that.” - Pussy Riot, our new favorite band on the planet, gets profiled by NPR. (via Vol. 1 Brooklyn | If you’re smart, you might like us.)
“People always say that it’s nice to have someone with whom to share the experience when you’re traveling, and this is certainly true. But sometimes, it can be so nice to NOT have to share a moment with someone, to NOT have to turn to your traveling companion and verbally acknowledge what you’ve just seen, but rather to selfishly take it all in for yourself. You can tell the rest of the world about it later, if you want. For now, it’s just yours.” —
I <3 <3 <3 traveling alone. When I think of my best moments, the moments when I’ve felt the most confident, the most glamourous, the most like the person I want to be, they all take place in airports and airplanes, by myself, at the beginning of a journey.
[How the Internet Changed Solo Travel: The Hairpin]
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TRUE! Nothing’s better than having a glass of wine at the airport before the flight takes off, or on the train while looking out the window en route to whatever final destination. Then the trip sucks sometimes, but at least that beginning was awesome. Plus there are so many hot guys at the airport. It’s messed up how many there are, sometimes.
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Tiny snowman! (Taken with Instagram at Park Slope)
The spread for HABIBI book club; we do a theme well (Taken with Instagram at Amy’s Mansion)