Working on return to rhythm with yoga, having a practice again. Exploring studios in the neighborhood, uneven parallel bar hopping from intro offer to intro offer with the intent to find a home base again. As I was walking toward Hilltop I kept thinking of the scene in Vivarium where Poots tries to coax the little boy creature into giving her an ( Read more... )

I’ve started using Day One, a nonsocial journal app, to try to rebuild a writing practice.

I miss the social component but also there is a different kind of p&q to it, an ease in the flow unscrutinized. Just a dark little page and hushed text in conversation with myself. In all my years of journaling, even handwritten, I have never quite had that - ( Read more... )

All it ever does here is rain ( Read more... )

loving many people thru your life renders your heart a psychedelic cartoon heart. each person a different color, blown out, larger. if you are lucky you know to draw the ultimate boundary along the outsidemost heart line, encompassing all the rest.

Part of the impulse to return comes from seeming memory loss. One reads about this from time to time: our brains have changed by virtue of the way we now digest information. (And mine has changed, I'm sure, also, by virtue of the decade of alcohol I poured almost directly into it ( Read more... )

at the moment, i don’t miss meat at all. i didn’t intend this abruptness - in fact, i planned a target of “sometime this year” and thought it would be a slow and difficult weaning off. but i happened completely accidentally on slaughterhouse footage, out of the fucking blue, and that was it. switch flipped painlessly. i hope it sticks. from a ( Read more... )

in the elevator this morning the tv screen tells me that 11% of office workers would give up streaming netflix subscriptions to eliminate meaningless meetings from their lives. later i walk down the hall behind a janitor wearing an oversized jean jacket whose shoulders are emblazoned with BILLIONAIRE BOYS CLUB ( Read more... )

Turns out all of our friends chose us as the most open-hearted, thoughtful pair of people they knew, and set us up quite deliberately. It's beyond beyond fitting. I am very happy. Even the person halfway across the country, who had met each of us 3 times, was like, "Oh, yeah, them. How do we make that happen ( Read more... )

-- gets really excited @ sight of cookbooks on a too-high shelf (implication: nobody needs to use them anymore ( Read more... )

One wakes up without having fallen asleep, seeking to recapture the shreds of pleasure of the other in oneself.

-- Mathias Énard, COMPASS