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“When most people were being ferried across the night by sleep, unaware of time, unaware of weather, I felt the luxury of living on the cusp of reality.
Night for those sound sleepers was a cocoon against time; for me, I wanted to believe, it was even better: time, at night, was my possession, not the other way around.”
-- Yiyun Li
in the end the person whose voice finally undid bill cosby was… bill cosby’s? not the forty-five women that have come forward? just… just holding out for that 46th i guess, huh.Â
The hashtag Matt Fraction included at the bottom of this was: # believewomen
In the end, and there's no way this debacle will resonate with everyone, but if this can open the eyes of some, well, I suppose that's something.
A Girl Walks Home Alone at Night
The first Iranian Vampire Western ever made, Ana Lily Amirpour’s debut basks in the sheer pleasure of pulp. A joyful mash-up of genre, archetype, and iconography, its prolific influences span spaghetti westerns, graphic novels, horror films, and the Iranian New Wave.
“When I get sick of every last person, I am not sick of him.”
-- Jandy Nelson
“With a Sharpie, she circles furniture in soft-lit catalogs: a sectional sofa, a leather armchair, a mirrored console table. Deliverymen put them in place. Still, the rooms echo.”
-- Lauren Acampora
Every time I watch The Lion In Winter I spend the first twenty minutes thinking that this movie isn’t as good as I remembered; that this movie is old and slow and drags. The first twenty minutes feel like they take two hours.
But the final two hours? Damn. I swear they only take twenty minutes.Â
“I couldn’t stand the idea of a woman having to have a single pure life and a man being able to have a double life, one pure and one not.”
-- Sylvia Plath
“Nobody ever warned me about mirrors, so for many years I was fond of them, and believed them to be trustworthy.”
-- Helen Oyeyemi
Keeping Things Whole
by Mark Strand
In a field I am the absence of field. This is always the case. Wherever I am I am what is missing. When I walk I part the air and always the air moves in  to fill the spaces where my body’s been. We all have reasons for moving. I move to keep things whole.
(from Selected Poems)
“Never touch your idols: the gilding will stick to your fingers."
-- Gustave Flaubert
“Love is the most important thing in the world, but baseball is pretty good, too.”
-- Yogi Berra
from “Wild Geese”
You do not have to be good.
You do not have to walk on your knees
for a hundred miles through the desert, repenting,
You only have to let the soft animal of your bodyÂ
  love what it loves.
-- Mary Oliver
(found in Mac McClelland’s wonderful “Irritable Hearts”)
Evening music: The Avalanches “Frontier Psychiatrist”
I can’t even count how many playlists I’ve included this frenetic little ditty on over the past decade or so. The video is almost as fun and inventive as the song, which couldn't have been easy.
“You ache with the need to convince yourself that you do exist in the real world, that you’re a part of all the sound and anguish, and you strike out with your fists, you curse and you swear to make them recognize you. And, alas, it’s seldom successful.”
-- Ralph Ellison
“The day misspent, the love misplaced, has inside it the seed of redemption. Nothing is exempt from resurrection.”
-- Kay Ryan
Calvino and lightness
Italo Calvino has a wonderful essay, “Lightness,” in which he honors lightness as an aesthetic choice and a difficulty, rather than as something to be easily dismissed. You cannot, after all, get something airborne on a mere whim...
A suspicion that lightness is not deeply serious (but instead whimsical) pervades aesthetic discourse. But what if lightness is a philosophical choice to temper reality with strangeness, to temper the intellect with emotion, and to temper emotion with humor? Lightness is then a philosophical victory over heaviness.Â
-- Sarah RuhlÂ
“That’s good news, I’m so happy for her.” “I’m so happy for everyone.” “I’m faking it.” “I’m faking everything.”
