I learned about my lola passing away through a text from my mama telling me to go home. “Wala na si lola,” it said. I was way past tipsy, slouching in a table on a club, having big laughs and sipping on freeflowing drinks when I reached for my phone and opened that message. I had to read it twice. It was like the music died and all I could hear was my heartbeat aloud.
I talk to God.
He responds on a Facebook app, Message from God.
Today, it believes God wants me to know that it helps to go to the sacred places of this Earth. That there is a lot of peace and energy there to fill and restore me. “Go there in person, or if you cannot, in your imagination.”
I really just had a bad day, and as far as spiritual experiences go, I turn to nature. When I can’t be anywhere but trapped in the four corners of my room where I take deep breaths, put on indulgent face masks straight from the fridge, eat cream cheese, I listen to my favorite songs. Sometimes Paris or a club will do, but where I like to be taken to most is by the sea, where I can float and wade about aimlessly, til the sun sets on me…
Summer Heart’s “I Wanna Go,” fresh off their latest album About A Feeling is looking to score my year. I want that invincible summer feeling all year long.
(I’ve listened to this track over twenty times now. I wish I had a better text post for this song!)
“The story begins in 1962…”
“On a rocky patch of the sun-drenched Italian coastline, a young innkeeper, chest-deep in daydreams, looks out over the incandescent waters of the Ligurian Sea and spies an apparition: a tall, thin woman, a vision in white, approaching him on a boat. She is an actress, he soon learns, an American starlet, and she is dying.
And the story begins again today, half a world away, when an elderly Italian man shows up on a movie studio’s back lot—searching for the mysterious woman he last saw at his hotel decades earlier.”
So goes the book description for Jess Walter’s “Beautiful Ruins,” my next luxury island resort beach chair read—fine, a bright, idle afternoon in the city with no work to do will do. That cozy corner banquette at the brasserie a few blocks away looks just right.
The wending almost-love story jumps back and forth across the Atlantic, across cities, across decades, counting Hollywood idols (The classic, Cleopatra was lavishly on set along the Italian coast; so was Elizabeth Taylor with Richard Burton and his appetites), starstruck starlets, and tormented post-war veterans among its characters—the perfect summer drama cocktail, if you’ll ask me.
This most evocative snippet got me:
“In the late afternoon, when the feral cats were sunning themselves on the rocks, a cool spring wind chopped the surface of the sea and Pasquale retreated to the piazza to smoke alone, before the fishermen came to drink. At the Adequate View, there was no noise from upstairs, no sign at all that the beautiful American was even up there, and Pasquale worried again that he had imagined the whole thing.”
Have you read this book? How did you like it?
- FADER: Girls songs, though, are about real people and not metaphorical characters. As Girls becomes more removed from you personally does it feel like the songs have to follow suit and become more universal?
- Chris Owens: I think on the first record you got something straight off the bat. First line of the album, I wish I had a boyfriend. I wasn’t actively going around looking for a boyfriend, but this is the line about being lonely, wanting to be loved, wanting for someone to protect you, you know it’s about a burning desire that you can't really explain without saying I wish I had a boyfriend. And I’m not even gay, really. I’ve had some gay experiences, you know I was actively trying to go out with girls when I wrote that. It’s the same with the song “Lauren Marie.” I write this song, Lauren Marie please let me put my arms around you, yadda yadda yadda, and um, in fact I went out with her, decided I didn’t like her, and moved on by the time we were recording that song. But the song was about when you want someone that bad. And you know, I’ve had guys come up and tell me that song reminds them of the ex-boyfriend that they lost, It’s not just about a girl. It should all be universal. I listen to Elvis Presley sing I heard you crying in the chapel and its one of my favorite songs in the world and I don’t know why. I never courted a girl in a church. I’ve never frequented churches. I think those things existed on the first album. And I think they’re gonna exist in the future.
Float on. Artist Berndnaut Smilde merges art and science to create small man-made clouds that exist — albeit for just a moment — indoors.
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Should I use all my savings on heading to Antibes to try get a job on a super yacht, or should I stay in Melbourne, develop my professional career and explore new love with someone even my cynical, feminist mother thinks is worth putting my travel plans on hold for? WWCQD?
It depends. If you’re 20 years old with $2,000 in savings, go to Antibes. If you’re 30 years old with $20,000 in savings, stay in Melbourne. If you’re 25 years old with $10,000 in savings, flip a coin.
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“No Seconds” - a series by Henry Hargreaves that recreates the last meals that were served to inmates on death row (Source: Dripbook)
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28. The best way to get approval is not to need it.
This is equally true in art and business. And love. And sex. And just about everything else worth having.”
"— Hugh MacLeod, from a collection of insights from seven thinkers who have contemplated the art-science of making your life’s calling a living. “How to Find Your Purpose and Do what You love.”
March 4, 1968: “Don’t call them paper dresses,” began a report about a line of disposable dresses that could be reimagined as posters. The one seen here features Cape Kennedy. Another? An Allen Ginsberg poem. “The intent is for pretty young things to buy them on impulse and wear them to the beach or parties,” the reporter wrote. “Matrons, stay away.” Photo: Arthur Brower/The New York Times
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I like being alone.
I like drinking
coffeetea alone, and reading alone.
I like riding the bus alone, and walking home alone.
It gives me time to think, and set my mind free.I like eating alone, and listening to music alone.
But when I see a mother with her child, a girl with her lover, or a friend laughing with their best friend, I realize that even though I like being alone, I don’t fancy being lonely. The sky is beautiful, but the people are sad. I just need someone who won’t run away.
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