What We Have Going For Us
Hello, I have a piece up over on The Hairpin today.
There are a few things people forget to tell you.
Each year of your twenties is worth three in regular time. The decade moves like dog years except that in the end you suddenly turn 30 as if you didn’t just age a single lifetime. Something happens between the ages of 20 and 25. This is your first go-round as an adult. Your brain shifts and closes and hardens like the soft spot on an infant’s skull. You try harder. You begin to stand up on those baby deer legs and learn how to carry yourself in challenging situations. You eventually grow into a human who is brave enough to wake up before brunch is over, and offices start answering phones with “good afternoon” instead of “good morning.”
Read more here.
"Let the grass die. I let almost all of my indoor plants die from neglect while I was writing the book. There are all kinds of ways to live. You can take your choice. You can keep a tidy house, and when St. Peter asks you what you did with your life, you can say, ‘I kept a tidy house, I made my own cheese balls.’"
Annie Dillard
"Low expectations are not a recipe for good self-care. You get sour; you drink too much wine; you stop reading because everything you read makes you even more sour; you go on diatribes against successful young writers in the kitchens at parties. You definitely are not working out. Eventually you wear a hole in one of the elbows of your bathrobe and instead of taking it off, you think, “That makes sense. It’s nice to have a little air circulating around. They should make all the bathrobes this way."
(via Whitney Ricketts)
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I have a piece up over on HartmanSalt
While the latest trend in food may in fact be predicting food trends, our signs point to the relationship between food and fashion being a lasting one, rooted in deep devotion to experimentation and driven by a collective cultural passion for self-expression.
I’d be thrilled if you gave it a glance.
"You can bribe yourself. I call it ‘toothpaste-tube writing,’ which is when you just sit down and squeeze. And one would assume that toothpaste-tube writing would be terrible, the end result would be terrible, and that the days when you ‘feel the muse’ and everything is going really, really well would be better. What I found is, there’s really no difference…"
Ianthe Brautigan
Millennials are special flowers. Millennials make choices. Millennials are adult babies. Millennials have to eat.
I wrote a piece on how us complex creatures are stuffing our maws.
You may see some familiar faces.
Read here.
"We smoke cigarettes hoping we might feel that numbness in our feet again. But it’s August and no one has jumped in the lake. We don’t fuck anymore, especially not on fire escapes. We cuddle when we get drunk enough to remember that once we made out until the sun came up. Maybe if we make out the sun will come up again. It’s never that same shade of pink and you never kiss me that same way."
My dear, wonderful Whitney Ricketts has a piece up over at Pilot Books.
