Shit. I had a dream last night that I found the most perfect succulant speciment. I was drunk but made a proper clipping and managed to get it home without crushing it. I woke up and started to look for where I had put it. But its not here. I wasn’t real. And then I got really depressed that I was dreaming about plants.
New Years resolution!
A serious one too…
Stop with instant sales, impulse buying, only 4 left have to have now.
If I really want it or need it, it will be there tomorrow.
Think about it and wait.
I work in an office of engineers - which in this day and age means an office of men. I was struck by the reaction of these men; many in their early twenties, many in their mid thirties, and many in their early sixties. While the women trudged through their days, and probably, as I did, went home and cried in private, the men were obviously demoralized and broken. They looked to the women with that sad look that says, “I need a hug,” and we were left to look back with a look that said, “yeah, sorry, but this is a professional environment.” There were tears in their eyes, and happy hour was canceled after one young man succinctly said, “naw man, I’m going home to hug my kids.”
On the tv, the President shed a tear.
On facebook, high school friends paused from Giants commentary to show true disbelief: “i have been down i have been out but what posses some one to shoot kids this fucking scum bag ruined my nite and i am really in tears. god bless man.”
On tumblr, the ever-solicitous Osiflandia wrote, “I’m not someone who prays, but I sincerely hope that every one takes some amount of time to reflect on how you interact with those around you.”
On twitter, professional athletes were poignant. And not just Chris Kluwe, who is always spot on. ”The way we deal with this tragedy in CT will tell us a lot about where we’re headed as a society. Do we only address the symptoms (i.e. just gun control laws)? Or do we also address the disease - how we treat each other and those who need help.”
The responses are not anger, but true sadness, disbelief, and confusion, like Kluwe says, about why we treat each other this way.
J and I spoke last night about this response from men. She said, “finally its not just the crying women asking why.” But that maybe there will now be a Kluwian questioning of the fundamentals of the way Americans treat one another. That the picture of grief can be both the crumpled mothers and the look on the faces of policemen who carried their neighbor’s children to safety. And that the image of the American young man not be of these deranged gunmen, but be of the thoughtful and empathetic men I saw yesterday.
Textured, tousled hair, have I none,
No skin that is bronzed from the Sun,
Ought I labor and toil
With Invisible Oil,
Or remain as I am, underdone?
Larry Eisenberg in response to “Vain Glorious” in the NYTimes
AKA #Best comment ever or #All comments should be limericks.
Buildings will inevitably decay, and there is nothing architects or those charged with a building’s upkeep can do about it.
1. Notice hemline on Finnish fashion blog.
2. Cut hemline into all thrifted skirts.
3. See hemline on five other ladies at SXSW.
4. Receive reports that this hemline is on every lady at the Rose Bowl flea.
5. Slowly begin to phase hemline out of regular rotation.
6. See three versions in Urban Outfitters catalog.
7. Give away all skirts with this hemline.
8. See it touted as “the new hemline” in J.Crew catalog.
9. See it for sale at Target. In jersey knit.
10. See it on every other lady on the street.
Via Ann Friedman
Have wasted an hour looking at fleece-lined flannel shirts and wool sweaters and wondering why I choose to live some place that hasn’t a proper winter.