A trip into Soho this morning; an unexpected sighting of Olek Crochet!!
Exploring all the side-streets, beautiful wonders and haunts in my Brooklyn neighbor hood. (Ok. I’m so biased).
And reading a few damn good books. If not outside …
Then next to my new air conditioner.
Neil Gaiman Offers Graduates 10 Essential Tips for Working in the Arts
Neil Gaiman, considered one of the top ten living post-modern writers, never went to college. He neither started nor finished his advanced studies, but rather put himself into the world and started writing. And write he did. He’s now the New York Times bestselling author of the novels Neverwhere, Stardust, and American Gods, among others, and he’s also the winner of the 2009 Newbery Medal and 2010 Carnegie Medal in Literature. Gaiman spoke at The University of the Arts in Philadelphia and told the graduating class all the things he wish he knew at their age.
If I could re-create %5 of this kind of summer..
Iron & Wine - Godless Brother in Love
Janie Taylor (modeling Chloe) and Justin Peck dance for the Block Magazine‘s Spring 2011 Issue.
Choreography (c) Justin Peck
Direction (c) Bon Duke
*Justin Peck is Ashley Bouder’s new partner for NYC Ballet’s FIREBIRD
Curious about the rest of “After The Revolution.” But, until I get my hands on it; I’m sure as hell going take advantage of this monologue that was sent my way today.
“After The Revolution” by Amy Herzog
Emma, age 26
Um. The first thing I have written down is that I don’t like the way you talk about the guys I date. I don’t like it when you speak Spanish in relation to them. I don’t like when you brag to your friends that I only date Latino men. I don’t understand why that should be a point of pride to you. Dad, that’s just the first one. The second one. I’m skipping that one for now. Oh. Number three is really small. It’s that when I was little you made me call my Walkman a “Walkperson”. I don’t know why I …included that. Um. Number four. Is that you didn’t tell me Grandpa Joe was a spy. Number five is that you raised me to believe the revolution was coming and everything would be different even though you knew that was not true. Number six is that it took you so long to realize Jess needed help. Because individual suffering has no place in Marxist philosophy. Number seven is that you always rewarded me for my politics, and for working so hard, but never for just taking a break. And thinking. And being doubtful. And being sad. Number eight is that I’m sorry. Number nine. Um. I wrote again that you didn’t tell me Grandpa Joe was a spy, I guess I forgot I had written that already. And number ten. Oh. Is that after Mel was in jail for civil disobedience in the Eighties you didn’t tell Joe you were proud of her.
I don’t expect you to respond to all of it right away.
The pinata is finished, but the party is just beginning.
Directed by Daisy von Scherler Mayer; Starring Parker Posey
I would like a nice, powerful, mind-altering substance. Preferably one that will make my unbornchildren grow gills.
Do you realize how broke I am? What do you want me to do? I don’t have a job. I’m a loser. Shoot me.
Can I have a falafel with hot sauce, a side order of Baba Ghanoush and a seltzer, please?
I think I’m an existentialist. I Do.
Get a last name and we’ll talk!
We have to understand that only the present is real. There is no past. There is no future. ¶ Look at the practical wisdom of this in a great undertaking, like climbing a mountain. You’ve got a long task ahead of you and if you keep looking up at the top, you’ll feel wearier and wearier, and every step becomes like lead. Or, if you’re a housewife washing dishes, and you’ve got a great pile of dishes by the sink, and you begin to think as you wash through them that you’ve washed dishes for years, and you’re probably going to have to wash dishes for the rest of your life, then in your mind’s eye you see this prodigious pile of dishes piling up as high as the Empire State Building. This has been your drudgery in the kitchen all your life, and will be for all the years to come, and you are appalled and oppressed. But dispelling this dread isn’t a matter of trying to forget about washing dishes, it is realizing that in actual fact you only have one dish to wash, ever: this one; only one step to take, ever: this one. And that is Zen. ¶ That is concentration at its best.
—Alan Watts
