Source: sizvideos.com (Kingfisher diving underwater to catch fish in slow motion)
It was Tuesday. Yes, Autumn. Yes, New York City. But it certainly didn’t look or feel anything like this. Add 5,000 cars. And move the map to the FDR, the East River Drive.
I’m one hour and 20 minutes on the road and Waze is signaling that I’m still 30 minutes away. 1:50 for a 0:45 min ride. And now, the crush of the morning rush. My lower back is stiff. There’s a nagging kink in my neck. And, I can’t settle. I shift left, then right. I grab my water bottle, take a pull. Tap my fingers on the console. I glance at my watch. I’m going to be late. Didn’t count on this delay. I push the pace. DK won’t be late.
If you’ve never driven the East Side Highway, think Daytona 500 with a crudely straightened 3-lane track. Three lanes made for 2.5. Traffic, sardines, tightly packed. There’s zero room for a slip, no room for wandering. Hugging your left shoulder is a 4-foot cement girder offering a bumper car cushion. Drains (sink holes) are distributed every 1000 feet to release rain water. Off your right shoulder, another car – open your window and finger brush the door panel. You grip the wheel, white knuckles, and Glare, eyes panning up front, left, right and down (especially down to avoid the abyss) and then back again. The Gotham Death March. I push the pace with the cabbies, we dart in and out, looking to gain one car length, maybe two.
SiriusXM is spinning 70s on 7. [Read more…]
anywhere in wind.
What is it that I want? Not money,
Not a large desk, not a house with ten rooms.
This is what I want to do: to sit here,
To take no part, to be called away by wind…
“In the series ‘Wonderland creatures‘, French dancer Arthur Cadre photographed and performed mesmerizing body positions in natural landscapes. The images, which were shot in locations around the world, see Cadre twisting his body and transforming himself into ethereal forms that complement the backdrop. In addition to dance, he practices disciplines such as acrobatics, parkour and contortion.”
Don’t miss other Cadre’s other body position shots: Arthur Cadre Captures Twisting Body Poses In Nature
SMWI*: Saturday Morning Work-Out Inspiration
Tell me you want us to go and go far
where no one knows who we are.
Fly away from here and let me go to rest…
Cause you are the only answer.
You are the only answer
Tell me the story of the world that you know
where things go with a different flow…
Music: Rise Up (featuring Louise Elliot)
If you were a fan of comedian Chris Farley, I highly recommend the new documentary on his life titled: I Am Chris Farley. The trailer above gives you a snapshot. The quotes below are a few of my favorite testimonials from the film.
Mike Myers: “I was very influenced by his commitment, full, all his molecules, and anybody around him’s molecules, pulled into his performance.”
David Spade & Lorne Michaels: “Because everyone can fall down and whatever, but you can’t do it this good. He doesn’t put his hands up, which is what I would do. So he doesn’t block his fall, and you can’t do those forever. I think Chevy Chase warned him not to do that. Because Chevy’d always had something there just before he fell so he could break the fall, but Chris was just taking it as paid. He wasn’t paying close enough attention to see that there was a way you could do it and not hurt yourself. His commitment was total.”
Bob Saget: “Then at one point there was a little fluffa that happened. There was a line that got skipped, and I just like pushed his glasses up and his eyes crossed. It was this delicate moment that made me very happy. He came from that background where you pull everybody up – that you are there for everybody. You don’t leave anyone hanging. So when you are working with him, he was right there, helping you. “Come on buddy”, you know, and that kind of thing.”
For a film review by Variety.com: “Film Review: I Am Chris Farley”
It was 36 words by Jill Alexander Essbaum.
The poem triggers a flapping of the heart valves, they are a-flutter.
But incongruence is the uninvited house guest that won’t separate.
Heart is warmed, it feels. Head is cold, it needs to Know, to Understand.
So I fill my hands with the shards of infinite ardors.
A generous cargo of ohs and oh wells.
And a strange half-wish to be a ghost.
It is the thing I wish for most.
I work to bootstrap meaning. [Read more…]
Sometimes all you have to do is open a jar. The smell of Noxzema takes me back to the summer of 1957, and the front seat of the old Hudson my boyfriend drove, and how we parked at the Amagansett beach at night and made out like crazy, and afterward I was afraid I was pregnant, even though we didn’t do anything but kiss. The fear and the pleasure are as fresh to me every time I smell the stuff, and I keep a jar around so I can remember being young.
~ Abigail Thomas, Thinking About Memoir