1. 07:59 1st Sep 2014

    Notes: 1

    Yesterday I sat in my car charging my phone because I’d left the wall charger at home when we went to Boston, and I was listening to an interview with Lev Grossman on NPR, and putting on lip gloss, because I’m a multi-tasker.  I’d lowered the visor mirror so I could wipe off the excess lip gloss, and the window was open because it wasn’t sticky-hot yet, and some dude walking by said “you’re not that good looking, don’t worry about it.”  He was just some normal-looking guy, middle-aged, carrying a gym bag.  He was smirking when I turned to see who was talking to me.

    I told Bret I thought it was a nonsensical comment because if you’re not good looking, all the more reason to worry about getting your makeup right.  Anyway, I know it was dumb and not to take it personally, but it bothered me more than I would have expected.  I don’t understand going out of your way to be mean to a random stranger.  I don’t understand some men’s entitlement to comment on women’s physical appearance.

    Anyway, to end this story on a positive note, later that day when I was holding a friend’s 2 month old baby, she asked if I had nieces and nephews because I was such a “natural” with kids, so the day more than balanced out on compliments vs insults.  And I played ponies with an adorably bossy four-year-old girl who said things like “no time to waste!” and “when you’re done with your chit chat, I have to show you the good hiding place” and “go get that boy you’re married to to play ring around the rosie with us.”

  2. 22:00 29th Aug 2014

    Notes: 4

    In April, Howie mailed seven packets of seeds to Cynthia, a passionate gardener, with a hidden message. He sent hollyhocks (H for Howie) and catnip (C for Cynthia). In between, he had placed packets of leeks, okra, vinca, eggplant, and spinach. Cynthia solved the puzzle and e-mailed Howie: “It seems to work almost as well with Catnip first,” she wrote, slyly.
  3. I just finished reading An Untamed State, said “wow” out loud, sitting by myself at the kitchen table.  Mango the Cat did not ask me to elaborate.  I want to send copies to all my friends who haven’t read it, so that we can talk about this marvel of a book.  I finished the last pages, read the Acknowledgements page carefully, and then ate two small squares of really good dark chocolate, because nothing else could follow up this reading experience. 

  4. 13:00

    Notes: 91408

    Reblogged from pretendingtoadult

    Tags: Anna Quindlen

    Sometimes I remind myself that I almost skipped the party, that I almost went to a different college, that the whim of a minute could have changed everything and everyone. Our lives, so settled, so specific, are built on happenstance.
    — Anna Quindlen, Every Last One   (via awelltraveledwoman)

    (Source: wordsthat-speak)

  5. 12:12

    Notes: 1229

    Reblogged from lauriehalseanderson

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Well, this is just everything.


    Well, this is just everything.

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    "What took you so long, human?"

    "What took you so long, human?"

  7. 10:37

    Notes: 5

    Reblogged from nabokovian

    This school makes it so hard to talk about failure, but I want you to wear your failures like a badge of honor. Make your vulnerabilities your strength, because it’s impossible to be strong if nothing ever makes you go weak in the knees. It is in the standing up to fight, again and again, where you prove your mammoth, indomitable, shining strength.
    — (via nabokovian)
  8. 10:28

    Notes: 3

    Tags: mary oliverpoetry

    I try to be good but sometimes
    a person just has to break out and
    act like the wild and springy thing
    one used to be. It’s impossible not
    to remember wild and want it back.
    — Mary Oliver, “Green, Green is My Sister’s House”
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    Right around the corner from my house. I love my neighborhood!

    Right around the corner from my house. I love my neighborhood!

  10. 10:00

    Notes: 1654

    Reblogged from onthelivingside

    Tags: w. h. audenpoetry

    She survived whatever happened;
    she forgave; she became.
    — W.H. Auden, The Model (excerpt)

    (Source: heresay)