as tough as work has been the past few weeks, life before and after has been so good. so many good days lately. i’ve never had both n and d in the same city at one time. we’ve been together in various cities over the past years, but never all three living in the same place. something kinda magical about it if you ask me, that whole three peas in a pod sort of goodness.
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this is week has felt like this. training for two days, so much work, and then Deneice finally joined us in NYC. obviously the best part of my week. brain feels like exploding.
m
Because, ten-year-olds of the world, you shouldn’t believe what your teachers tell you about the beauty and specialness and uniqueness of you. Or, believe it, little snowflake, but know it won’t make a bit of difference until after puberty. It’s Newton’s lost law: anything that makes you unique later will get your chocolate milk stolen and your eye blackened as a kid. Won’t it, Sebastian? Oh, yes, it will, my little Mandarin Chinese-learning, Poe-reciting, high-top-wearing friend. God bless you, wherever you are.
― Sloane Crosley, I Was Told There’d Be Cake
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The proof that the little prince existed is that he was charming, that he laughed, and that he was looking for a sheep. If anybody wants a sheep, that is a proof that he exists.
de saint-exupéry, The Little Prince
But more than that, no unloving words were ever spoken, and everything was held up as another small piece of proof that it can be this way, it doesn’t have to be that way; if there is no love in the world, we will make a new world, and we will give it heavy walls, and we will furnish it with soft red interiors, from the inside out, and give it a knocker that resonates like a diamond falling to a jeweler’s felt so that we should never hear it.
foer, Everything Is Illuminated
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I have written letters that are failures, but I have written few, I think, that are lies. Trying to reach a person means asking the same question over and over again: Is this the truth, or not? I begin this letter to you, then, in the western tradition. If I understand it, the western tradition is:
Put your cards on the table.
m
People are by and large a product of where they were born and raised. How you think and feel’s always linked to the lie of the land, the temperature. The prevailing winds, even.
m
I’ve decided your last name sounds like a fancy way that a waiter nowadays would describe salad dressing. “The tossed wild greens are finished with shaved parmesan and a light andrizzi of balsamic reduction and duck fat.” See what I mean? Andrizzi. Totally makes sense.
-m.t.
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the mistake is thinking that there can be an antidote to the uncertainty.
m
the past few weeks have been chaotic and jam packed with visitors. we had amanda k and melanje in town last week. niki’s here from LA so we appropriately watched the dodgers play — and win — today. afterwards, met N at central park where the yummiest little puppy found its way to us. yesterday, we saw Sleigh Bells in Chelsea and then celebrated Willa’s birthday.
the photo is my NYC fam, missing a few but it’s quite lovely, no?
bottom and clock-wise: john, ryan, willa, christian, m, monika, amanda, michelle l, jessy
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ohMAAN 