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“Small Kindnesses,” by Danusha Laméris. 😍 https://www.instagram.com/p/B-M5XpTlW8S7Co1DOOHRlKjmG04kcuNc9SE6OI0/?igshid=1ge3wc3yiri9m

This album holds up. (at Boulder, Colorado) https://www.instagram.com/p/B-Lh5falLw6auihUXZcsU5DK63YlOrISkdx5WM0/?igshid=1ffgfuurs6z67

Quien está haciendo rompecabezas en #cuarentena? Imma bout a week out from finishing this super-cheesy kitten puzzle and I’ll happily sanitize it and leave it on the front porch in case anyone’s interested. Better yet, let’s trade. (at Boulder, Colorado) https://www.instagram.com/p/B-JQha4FHlozkQgdSnhef1RfFTgIrY6AauLJ7w0/?igshid=58ba05wy58q5

#cuarentena

Quarantine, Day 4. It me. https://www.instagram.com/p/B98Uy2iFNvZqpSNwCuRD44YygrmCo9_xU9Jy240/?igshid=c03dm944ypvp

But the main observation I came home with after this trip is this: America is a rich country that feels like a poor country. If you look at the investment in and the care put into infrastructure, common areas, and the experience of being in public in places like Singapore, Amsterdam, Paris, and Berlin and compare it to American cities, the difference is quite stark. Individual wealth in America is valued over collective wealth and it shows.

Jason Kottke, My Trip to Vietnam, Singapore, and Quatar

THIS.

“El regalo del viaje es pensar en tu vida. La prisión del viaje es que tus pensamientos sobre tu vida permanecen en el país donde los tuviste.” #latergram https://www.instagram.com/p/B7z68RiFXBQGAhAZakMlOpyFg17Y5t_O9Ao1XU0/?igshid=1jw40mnqwyoju

#latergram

@dsladepi got me a bird feeder over the holidays, and dammit, nothing says “you’re old now” like bird-watching, amirite? It’s a time-sensitive activity, bird-watching...the birds run on their own schedules, not mine. Identifying them requires an immense investment of time and patience. And yet, especially in the early morning when the world is just waking up, watching them is like pressing the pause button. I remember how when we first got to Spain, siesta felt like a royal pain in the ass. Everything was closed. You couldn’t get anything done. Why hadn’t Spain evolved already? And then, slowly, *WE* evolved. We came to appreciate taking a break on the middle of the day. It became part of our rhythm. I’m grateful to @annfriedman and @austinkleon for suggesting, over the new year, new ways to think about time. One is this image; the other is this passage from Olga Tokarczuk’s 2018 novel, Flights: “Once we’re on the bus, she sets out her theory of time. She says that sedentary peoples, farmers, prefer the pleasures of circular time, in which every object and event must return to its own beginning, curl back up into an embryo and repeat the process of maturation and death. But nomads and merchants, as they set off on journeys, had to think up a different type of time for themselves, one that would better respond to the needs of their travels. That time is linear time, more practical because it was able to measure progress toward a goal or destination, rises in percentages. Every moment is unique, no moment can ever be repeated. This idea favors risk-taking, living life to the fullest, seizing the day.” Maybe it’s a getting-old thing, that the further we get from the moment when our own clock was born, we look for ways to slow it down. Maybe I’m realizing that our productivity-worshipping, measurement-obsessed, tech-driven, linear world isn’t the only way to experience time. It reminds me of a quote I had on my high school yearbook page from Georgia O’Keefe: “Nobody sees a flower - really - it is so small it takes time - we haven't time - and to see takes time, like to have a friend takes time.” I guess maybe I’ve always been slow. 😊 https://www.instagram.com/p/B7Oo78TFgVkmCoxuPgutk-pVNcZKrhQmk4a2co0/?igshid=u5f57jzzuvt2

If you’re a Chrome user and don’t yet have the browser extension, “Make America Kittens Again,” you are missing out. Just imagine: never having to lay eyes on the Cheeto or anyone in his family ever again! It’s just the kind of censorship we can all get behind. Think of it as a gift to your mental health. Because: kittens! 🐱 So go add it now, and then go look at this @nytimes article on the economy since the president took office, in which every chart is a joy. https://www.nytimes.com/interactive/2019/12/16/business/trump-midwest-swing-jobs.html https://www.instagram.com/p/B6JRHBjl745ECBOGdORI0IL_zINROUJOBJaV580/?igshid=1oeb2gup1lb6j

#tbt Nine years ago. I can’t remember which shoulder surgery you were you recovering from in this photo, @dsladepi ... that’s probably a good thing, huh? It’s kinda true, what everyone always told us: those early years do go by in a blur. At least it seems that way in retrospect. I can look at a photo like this and not recognize myself. If you had told me 27 years ago that I’d be someone’s wife and mother, and live in Colorado, I’d be astonished. But then, “astonishment is the fuel for an expansive urgency in your actions, and cultivating it is the habit that builds the possibility for joy.” (Sara Hendren) (at Boulder, Colorado) https://www.instagram.com/p/B5trnbYFT1nRSaMw2DlfJKHL9DgeiOATlLqWHg0/?igshid=1fu5x1gkg76su

#tbt

My kid told me that my @caddis_life readers make me look like Young Thug. I’m not seeing the resemblance, honestly, but I’ll take the compliment 😍 #agepositive https://www.instagram.com/p/B432jEMFaqSxOCGqKX8Kt17XaXP5m8lXf0yh8k0/?igshid=66oixbtjvdds

#agepositive

Extraño esto. El mercado, y sus colores y olores. Extraño la luz, y como se puede seguirla a través las calles durante el día. Extraño la arquitectura, sus fachadas elegantes y sus balcones floreciendas. Extraño la vida de la calle, con sus cafés y vecinos. Extraño el rollo en la noche, como las aceras se animan, llenas de gente. Te extraño Valencia. 🥰 . #nofilter #latergram (at Ruzafa Market (Mercado de Ruzafa)) https://www.instagram.com/p/B4BlO00lLDvvkARhyZpBUH2ASz_QSt-H8JAD5A0/?igshid=glpvp1x85032

#nofilter #latergram

Change is coming. (at Four Mile Creek Trailhead) https://www.instagram.com/p/B25QjXrFIP4UCb-RrjUKHi4d_P_LXDugbhcFAQ0/?igshid=vz2cle7o3vi8

Boulder, que fanfarrón! (at Cottonwood Trail) https://www.instagram.com/p/B2kuPQwlls2lPoGm6fruwnYbNZjXZxs9D0Td5c0/?igshid=1rg4x10fpmq45

“Let’s go biking, kids!” #I💚boulder (at Boulder, Colorado) https://www.instagram.com/p/B2ZwUfVFtVi94UOL5TH5WoPFqrp41Bknklv2Ks0/?igshid=sxnlj4ng7luj

#i💚boulder

I was born May 1, three days before the Kent State Shootings. Growing up my mom sometimes mentioned this fact when my birthday rolled around, which is how I learned that Kent State must’ve been a meaningful event in her life—right up there with my birth. I imagine her as a mom during the turbulent early 70s, and wonder, what was it like to have young kids when it looked like the world was falling apart? The Vietnam War was raging. There were unprecedented student protests. People were questioning laws, institutions, social mores, moral codes. It must’ve felt bewildering and scary.⁣ ⁣ These days I think about my mom and Kent State on 9-11. I was 31 on September 11th, the same age my mom was on May 4. I suppose 9-11 is our generation’s Kent State Shootings or Kennedy assassination, the collective event everyone has burned into their memories. The moment when the world broke open and we realized that it would never be quite the same. ⁣ ⁣ Like my mom I’m raising kids in a highly imperfect world, and it feels bewildering and scary to me sometimes. Our laws, institutions, social mores, and moral codes seem even more questionable now, if that’s even possible. When my kids learn about 9-11 in history class, will they look at that moment of the world falling apart and see something beyond a scar? Will the long arc of history depict us as people who thought deeply about what we’d become, and what we believed in, and what we were willing to tolerate and fight for?⁣ ⁣ Rebecca Solnit pretty much nailed it in A Paradise Built in Hell. She says that how we respond to disaster gives us nothing less than “a glimpse of who else we ourselves may be and what else our society could become,” and that, “The recovery of this purpose and closeness without crisis or pressure” (a Kent State or a 9-11) “is the great contemporary task of being human.” . . . (This photo won student photographer John Filo a Pulitzer) https://www.instagram.com/p/B2TP_e1lLC5Ig5eCW1d3RVY41G1qxyeV7r2Buc0/?igshid=1hguy11qtn604

Hola Boulder. Que bueno estar aquí. (at Goose Creek Running Trail) https://www.instagram.com/p/B1ccIsDCZ-pGLa144Cde3pP-hLpzil13CvqDgw0/?igshid=ncu8w8aadlrh

Bergen, your street art game is strong — if a little heavy on the trolls. Speaking of trolls, I find it really interesting to think about the significance of trolls in Scandinavian myth and folklore, and how they’ve been appropriated into tourist swag. Especially here in Norway, the trolls are everywhere: troll hats, novelty books, pens, Christmas tree ornaments, Chinese-made collectible figurines. It feels like an insult both to us and to Norway to assume that we visitors want this stuff, no? The folklore behind trolls was about the natural world being dangerous and unpredictable. At some point that got appropriated to trolls being dangerous heathens. And now it’s about trolls being cute reminders of Norway’s quaint and exotic past. I also can’t help but think about the more modern connotation of “internet trolls” as shadowy non-humans who terrorize people for shits and giggles. Regardless, I guess the lesson is the same: stay away from trolls. (at Bergen Harbor, Norway) https://www.instagram.com/p/Bz75nYzCpOgN8Iz_Xzli6yPf3CX3iYDU0z5Zk80/?igshid=1vkg2rred3z0m

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