Hello lovelies.
I flew out to New York on Father’s Day and back on Midsummer’s. The quick trips are the hardest ones. There’s no time to adjust to the time zone, and the ratio of plane time to ground time is less than ideal. Even so, I’m going to miss all the travel when it ends. Continue reading “The Sunday Review: Your Private New York Edition”
1. Sunday brunch, anyone? There’s something really nice about getting together with the framily at the end of the week. You know what I mean – those impromptu get togethers where the kids are, by some miracle, playing nicely together, and we always say, as we’re cleaning up, that we should do it more often. Well, let’s. Every week is too much – once or twice a month? Host cooks the main dish, everyone else brings sides. We’ll coordinate who does what via text or email a week or so before. Call or email me if you want in. (Inspiration, in part, from Brown Eyed Baker’s Sunday dinners.)
2. The Mabacle is dead; long live the ZoomZoom. I wouldn’t go so far as to say we’ve replaced the Mabacle, but we did buy another ’96 Miata. This one is speeding-ticket red, and comes with a real roll-bar, non-functional brakes, and a ton of spare parts. Oh, and the license plate says 96 ZMZM. What more could you ask for in a car?
3. Signs that you’ve stayed too long at the Karaoke bar: the Japanimation keeps coming up because you’ve run out of songs; everyone is holding their beer because the table is filled with empties; the song choices are getting progressively harder to sing because you’ve already gone through everything by The Killers and Journey.
4. We’re renting our place in Brooklyn. Our long time renters moved out and into their gut-renovated house, so the upstairs apartment is open. Here’s the listing if you or anyone you know needs a place. Two bed/one bath, in BedStuy on the A train.
5. My uncle passed away this week. It’s another reminder of how short life is, and how important it is to spend time with the people you love. I’m in Dallas next week for work, and I’m going to swing up to Oklahoma on my way home, to spend some time with my grandparents and my aunt. Right now, it’s just me, but A and I are keeping our eyes on airfare – if anything crazy good opens up last minute, he and Z will come too.
Closing Tabs
This song makes me tear up every time I hear it.
According to the NY Daily News, Richard Simmons, the fitness guru, has basically been locked in his house for two years. If I get rich and famous, I expect you all to break me out long before we hit the two year mark.
We’ve tried to amend the Constitution 11,000 times. Only 27 of those have stuck. Anyone else think president by lottery is starting to sound like a good idea?
Filed under “WFT Artificial Date Line”: a total solar eclipse began Thursday the 9th and ended Wednesday the 8th.
1. The Mabacle is no more. A got rear-ended coming home from work Thursday night. He’s fine; the car is not. In fact, it’s no longer car shaped. The insurance adjuster hasn’t come out yet, but I can’t see any possible scenario in which they don’t total the car. The only question left is whether the universe was telling us not to drive a Miata or not to drive *that* Miata.
2. Stillness, Patience, Compassion. This was the theme of the yoga class I went to on Friday. While I generally find the “teachy” bits of yoga class a bit too new age for me, this one resonated. I am a very goals and action oriented person; stillness and patience are definitely not my strong points. When I’m with Z, I have to remind myself – often – that it’s not about getting to the end of the trail or making our way through a list of activities, it’s about spending time together. Stillness. Patience. Compassion. I expect I will be thinking, and possibly writing, about these ideas for the next bit.
3. I’ve fallen in love with a house again. A series of them, actually. Z and I biked over to the Mare Island Preserve this way, doing a bit of exploring as we went, and we came across the old officer’s quarters on Walnut Ave. These seem like they’d be perfect for shared housing – I’d love to see them filled with writers and artists and makers. Anyone want to buy a house with me?
4. Have you read Maggie Stiefvater’s The Raven Boys? It’s been sitting on my bookshelf since I came back from WorldCon 2014, and I can’t believe it took me almost a year and a half to read it. It’s a bit like Susan Cooper’s The Dark is Rising Series, but with teenagers, incredibly beautiful, literary writing, and a house full of women seers.
5. Up in the air. I’m heading out to NYC the week of the 7th, will be back for the weekend, then am heading to Dallas either the week of the 14th out the 21st. At which point we head into wedding season and, with any luck, D will let me pick up a bartending gig or two!
Closing tabs
The title of this NY Post article says it all: “People in India are literally killing themselves to take great selfies.”
I found these absolutely stunning photos of modern dancers via an interview at My Modern Met that came through my Feedly. It’s called the NYC Dance Project, and I love that they were inspired to do this because their daughter wanted photos of current ballet dancers to decorate her room.
I’m all for wiping out mosquitoes, but this reads like it’s straight out of 1950’s pulp sci-fi. If there’s bunch of tetracycline dependent kids born in 9 months, don’t say I didn’t warn you.
The best part of this article is the graphic in the middle telling you how many days a year your commute adds up to.
This one’s a bit grisly. Turns out, sneakers are made so well these days that they will keep your feet from rotting after you die.
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