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polar vortex

In east on 01/29/2014 at 10:48 pm



In west on 01/27/2014 at 10:34 pm


If you break little promises, you’ll break big ones.

So everything is necessary. Every least thing. This is the hard lesson. Nothing can be dispensed with. Nothing despised. Because the seams are hid from us, you see. The joinery. The way in which the world is made. We have no way to know what could be taken away. What omitted. We have no way to tell what might stand and what might fall.

cormac mccarthy 

on Safety

In west on 01/26/2014 at 9:31 am

Yesterday, I was walking knee deep in snow and realized surprisingly my feet were still warm, cocooned in Deneice’s socks. I started to think about the idea of comfort, of the things we routinely tuck ourselves into as an act of protection. I realized that my day-to-day armor when I’m home have all been given (or borrowed and then kept lovingly) by other people. Maybe my favorite article of clothing ever is my father’s sweatshirt from the 80s, Kona Surf printed on the front, the black fabric worn thin from maybe a couple thousand or so nights snuggled in bed.

There’s the other special pieces I wear daily too: the floral lounge pants from Nicole, the red beanie from Ryan, the softest black long sleeve pull-over or those warm, blue socks from Deneice, and my Mom’s gold bracelet she received on her sweet sixteen that I’ve not removed from my left wrist in at least two years.

I keep all these things close and the people even closer, because that’s what you do with love.


cathartic method

In east on 01/25/2014 at 11:29 am

ARTIST: alana dee haynes

And I find this a very honest statement, about how you feel when you feel totally isolated and totally alone. And what’s really amazing and lovely in this, is Louise is having a conversation with herself. There’s two people here. There’s a very strong person that can deal with the emptiness and then there’s this other person that’s questioning it.

Louise did say to me “Do you have plenty of time?” But I think it’s about how I use it and how dedicated I am towards that time and how seriously I take it. We’ve only got one life, we’ve only got one thing.

Tracey Emin on Louise Bourgeois


perfect a skill

In west on 01/22/2014 at 10:34 pm


slightly snowed in, went to orientation tonight at the Brooklyn Kitchen where i’ll be volunteering during cooking classes prepping & helping the chef. found a note the other day from 2010 and it said ‘the year of m’ and you know, it really wasn’t.  so much was repeated — patterns, people.  so this is gonna be the year, where things align.


currently reading

In west on 01/20/2014 at 11:52 pm


You sit at a desk twelve hours a day and you have nothing to show for it except some numbers that won’t exist or be remembered in a week. You’re leaving no evidence you lived. There’s no proof.

The weird paradox is that you think you’re at the center of things, and that makes your opinions more valuable, but you yourself are becoming less vibrant.

It was as if, for a moment, she thought Mae was one kind of person, but now, knowing she was another, she could part with her, she could give her back to the world.

from Dave Eggers, The Circle 


let the statues crumble

In west on 01/16/2014 at 1:11 am


from the One

In west on 01/14/2014 at 12:41 am


To be a good cook you have to have a love of the good, a love of hard work, and a love of creating.

When I wasn’t at school, I was experimenting at home, and became a bit of a Mad Scientist. I did hours of research on mayonnaise, for instance, and though no one else seemed to care about it, I thought it was utterly fascinating….By the end of my research, I believe, I had written more on the subject of mayonnaise than anyone in history.

I could at times be overly emotional, but was lucky to have the kind of orderly mind that is good at categorizing things.

julia child

Lessons from My Second Year in New York

In west on 01/13/2014 at 12:03 am


If I’m at a party where I’m not enjoying myself, I will put some cookies in my jacket pocket and leave without saying good-bye.

Mindy Kaling


In truth, I wanted her to read my mind so I didn’t have to stoop to the womanly art of articulation.

In west on 01/10/2014 at 5:12 pm

There’s something disturbing about recalling a warm memory and feeling utterly cold.

Because you can’t be as in love as we were and not have it invade your bone marrow. Our kind of love can go into remission, but it’s always waiting to return. Like the world’s sweetest cancer.

The worst feeling: when you just have to wait and prepare yourself for the lie.

I’m in a foreign land, trying to explain myself, trying to make myself known. Because isn’t that the point of every relationship: to be known by someone else, to be understood? He gets me. She gets me. Isn’t that the simple magic phrase?

from our book club read of the month, Gone Girl by Gillian Flynn