If I like something, I like it a lot. (Simpatico)

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My friend Denise tells me somebody told her, “Shopping is despair,” but my daughter Jennifer says, “Shopping is hope.” Hope gets out of hand. One turquoise ring from eBay is not enough. I must have five. A single secondhand Coach bag is not satisfying – I bid on seven. As I have implied, one is not a concept I understand. When I smoked I smoked three packs a day, when I drank, well, let’s not get into that. If your psyche is a balloon animal and you squeeze to eliminate the cigarettes and whiskey, the crazy has to go somewhere. A friend’s mother ate nothing but clams for six months. Morning, noon, and night, nothing but clams for six months.  “I don’t know what it is – I can’t seem to get enough of them,” she told her son. He shakes his head, but i understand. I eat nothing but broccoli for a month, then yogurt for six days, then (for one glorious week) lamb chops. One day I roasted a chicken and had seven chicken sandwiches before nightfall. If I like something, I like it a lot. Just one doesn’t cut it. I don’t know what it is I can’t get enough of. At least I don’t have shopping bags full of duck sauce.

~ Abigail Thomas, Thinking About Memoir


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Answer Pending

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Notes: John Baldessari 2013 Postcard via Visual Poetry. Balderssari bio on wiki.

New Week. New Day. Let’s Go.

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A better me is coming.


Notes: quote: Standup Guy. Photo: Pink Daisy via MennyFox55

Monday Morning Wake-Up Call

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Source: Jeremy Geddes Art via mennyfox55

 

Go, and Be


In a word,
she is empty,
untouched with inescapable beauty.
She is pure,
free from advertisement
and the need of distraction.
Within the slips of her land
there are fallen rocks still asleep
where they originally made their bed.
Her livestock craw without concern of time or where to go.
They call the ground home without need for a door.
No lock, or key.
Waterfalls find their way where ever needed,
Down the sides of the mountains green and
across the dirt paths
carved by wandering admirers.
The ground, this home, smells so rich.
The soil doesn’t stick or crumble,
it molds to the hand as the hand becomes one with the land.
For she is kind.
She is genuine.
We pilgrims come here to pay our respects,
And she repays us with peace.
And once here, you are home,
you find silence,
a glimpse of heaven,
A place where you can go and be.

~ Josh Brine


What I feel is scarcely a twitch

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I try to imagine the entire force of this storm flinging itself onto a thousand miles of Pacific coast, the multitude of gusts rolling over the land during every second of its passage, the combined power and noise and energy felt only by the continent itself. Listening to a single gust billow through the timber, I realize that what I feel is scarcely a twitch in the larger scale of things, like the swirl from one stroke of a bird’s wing.

~ Richard Nelson, The Island Within


Image: Endlesspetrichor

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Jake Isaac is a singer songwriter from London. You can find him on Facebook.

Interview excerpt from Figure8Magazine:

Q: You’ve mentioned in that past that your father is a vicar; did that religious upbringing have an effect on your song writing?

JI: My father being a minister affects me, definitely my ethics and where my head is at. But also just my father’s taste in music, at an early age he was into Paul Simon’s Graceland record, and a bit of Mozart and Ladysmith Black Mambazo and I think his taste in music has had a bigger effect on me than I realised.


Saturday Morning

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Saturday Morning Work-Out Inspiration

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Check out Clara’s other work on Instagram.

She is graphic designer and illustrator from Tuscany now living in Berlin.

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5:00 PM Bell!

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