Tabs I Can't Close 54: Movement, Another Way of Being in the World, Massive Baking Projects

Friday, December 2, 2016

A friend has been posting gorgeous pics of frost flowers on Instagram.

"Keep loving them."

"I believe sublimating existential stress in massive baking projects that provide deafening distractions is the happiest way to proceed." Apple strudel

Red wine hot chocolate.

"Let's go on an overseas expedition by ourselves." Junko Tabei, the first woman to climb Everest (she completed a master's at 61).

"The question is: Is there another way of being in the world that doesn't involve this constant act of satire?" A conversation with Zadie Smith.

"Before travel memoirs became a phenomenon, before the Elizabeth Gilberts and Cheryl Strayeds of bestselling contemporary travel writing, there were Black women writers trailblazing in this ever-shifting genre." Travel memoirs by Black women writers.

Anne LaBastille.

Tabs 52: A Laugh and Some Advice

Friday, October 21, 2016

Ah, hahaha

"You're not in competition with anybody." Advice for life.

Make it Last

How to start running

Tabs I Can't Close 51: Art, Strangers, a Motorcyle

Saturday, October 15, 2016

Meg Hitchcock

We don’t move like other people, I thought, and who is to say there are not things we have learned uniquely from our way of moving or being?

A reminder to consider truth in our striving for the Truth.

Her first stop would be Walmart, where she said Twombly liked to sit on a bench outside. “One of the most urbane, sophisticated humans alive, he would just sit there and watch the people come out and look at the mountains,” she said. “He was fascinated.”

Sisters, not twins

It was a sort of nowhere Utopia — a big, soft, stretchy packet of temporal freedom within which to be bored and idle and sleep late and watch reruns of “My Three Sons” and daytime talk shows and stare through the curtains out the window, and smell the curtains, which had a deep dusty smell, and learn one of the profound lessons of life, which is that all education is self-­education. Nobody needs you to do anything, so that anything you do has to come from yourself.

Locals warned her of being eaten by pumas or, worse, suggested her hunt was futile because the trees had been logged to make railway sleepers. But, as she approached the Cordillera de Nahuelbuta mountain range, the force of each rumour vanished. The forests existed, and were owned by two Irish men, who happily accompanied her there.  

Prepare to be disoriented, to take all sorts of wrong turns and find things you weren’t looking for. Surrender control.

It's a practice inspired partly by Oliver, a woman unafraid of the wilderness within herself. Each part of my life provided a respite from the other and gave me a sense of proportion that classmates trained only on law studies lacked. 

Good heavens.

Tabs I Can't Close 50: A Home Remedy, a Market, Instagram

Friday, August 26, 2016

"The best home remedy is to move to Iceland."

Good Maker's Market!

New favorite Instagram account.

And this. :) :) :)

Speaking of Instagram, if you follow me you know I like taking pictures of manhole covers marked with city names, so I loved this photo essay on NYC manhole covers (via Reading My Tea Leaves).

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