In college it used to be that I’d go on cleaning frenzies during finals week. Not because I actually had to clean (although I probably did, and badly), but because it was a stress relief and a way to put off worrying about or even studying for finals. Does that make sense? I didn’t think […]Read More Structured procrastination
The bravado of this poem makes the last line all the more poignant. Breathless, we flung us on the windy hill, Laughed in the sun, and kissed the lovely grass. You said, “Through glory and ecstasy we pass; Wind, sun, and earth remain, the birds sing still, When we are old, are old … ” […]Read More “The Hill” by Rupert Brooke
I had never heard of the 2008 documentary The Rape of Europa until one of my supervisors stopped by my desk one day, handed me the DVD, and said simply, “I think you’ll like this.” (He knows I’m writing my thesis on Schiele.) So I said, “Sure!”—not realizing then just how harrowing and dramatic and […]Read More The Rape of Europa
Amen. Though I’m not sure what the green “Trying God’s Patience” in the upper left corner means, I like the rest of the sentiment! Apparently this is a shot of Shakespeare & Company in Paris. (via Inklings Bookshop)Read More Stranded
I once promised myself that I’d do something new every day, even if it were as small as trying a different menu item or a new route to work, just so that each day of my life could have a little adventure in it. And if I put all I can into today—this one day […]Read More motivation.