“I find it very difficult to draw a line between what’s sex and what isn’t. It can be very, very sexy to drive a car, and completely unsexy to flirt with someone at a bar.” – Björk
Neon by Patrick Martinez
The other day, a warning sign flashed on my dashboard in big, red capital letters, that read, STOP. This happened once before and I pulled over immediately and called AAA in a panic. A friend of mine who is good with cars, told me afterwards, that I didn’t need to stop, but should instead drive calmly to a mechanic. So that’s what I did. My car is now in the shop and I’m still freaking out, but tooling around town in a rented VW bug.
Photo from newyorkshitty
The server that hosts my website is having technical problems. They tell me it should be fixed by tomorrow.
Image by Gábor Tóth
“All men are caught in an inescapable network of mutuality, tied in a single garment of destiny. Whatever affects one directly affects all indirectly. I can never be what I ought to be until you are what you ought to be, and you can never be what you ought to be until I am what I ought to be.”
Enjoy these guilt-free cakes, sculpted from wood, by David Baerwalde. Happy weekend!
I’m not good with heights. Changing a light bulb or retrieving a scarf from the upper shelf in my closet, I get wobbly being on the top rung of a step ladder. So it was with incomprehensible awe that I read about Tommy Caldwell and Kevin Ferguson completing their 3000 foot free climb on the Dawn Wall of El Capitan in Yosemite. It took 7 years of meticulous planning for them to get there. Not to mention superhuman courage and ambition. When he reached the summit today, Ferguson said, “I hope it inspires others to find their own Dawn Wall.”
Photo from National Geographic
The weekend wasn’t going well. I hadn’t worked hard enough on a social calendar and ended up with too much time alone, and in my head. On Sunday at noon, I suddenly realized the one thing I could do to feel better. Cook a bolognese sauce. I knew it would take at least 5 hours, so I bolted out of the house, walked to a local butcher (how luxurious!!), bought groceries and got busy. By dinner time, I was eating a most divine meal. The nectar of the gods. Cheered me right up.
Miniature by Derrick Lin