I Live in Cambridge Now
After travelling solo and living out of suitcases for a week through London and Oxford, I finally have my clothing on hangers here in Cambridge. After visiting some friends at English universities, I can finally call one of them my home. So far, I love it. I could live here forever, biking along these narrow streets on sunny days such as today (though I’m told the sunny is a fluke—...
British Things We Love
jcrew: to celebrate the launch of our UK site (we now ship across the pond!), we enlisted some in-house Anglophiles to divulge those British things we could never imagine life without “When I’m not spending too much money on artisanal, brewed-by-the-gods tea at Dean & Deluca, PG Tips tea is my standby. Whenever I find it, I buy a box or two. You know, in case the Queen comes over.” ...
Albert Szent-Gyorgyi →
An excerpt… “Albert Szent-Gyorgyi was a great scientist. He discovered vitamin C, a nutrient found in oranges, grape fruits, and – thanks to his research into how the body works with vitamin C – countless nutritional supplements. Yet Szent-Gyorgyi has an extra, albeit much less important, credential: his name is really fun to say.” Wow, America. This is why the world kind of...
abukowskiaday: style is the answer to everything. fresh way to approach a dull or dangerous day. to do a dull thing with style is preferable to doing a dangerous thing without style. to do a dangerous thing with style, is what I call art. bullfighting can be an art. boxing can be an art. loving can be an art. opening a can of sardines can be an art. not many have style. not many can keep style....
If you are a dreamer come in If you are a dreamer a wisher a liar A hoper a...– I don’t have enough Shel Silverstein on this blog. Pity. A bit of Silverstein poetry is an antidote to all levels of cynicism. In such a bizarre mood today. When I read the words “flax golden tales to spin,” I had to hold back tears, and I honestly can’t place why.
I want to spend the rest of my life looking for Treasure Island.– Carlos Fuentes (via theparisreview)
Lord: it is time. The huge summer has gone by. Now overlap the sundials with...– Rainer Maria Rilke, “Autumn Day” (translated by Stephen Mitchell) Fall is my favorite season, the high is 77 degrees for the next week, and I just bought two new scarves. Time for an independent hike through these familiar Ozark hills (not gilded hills-no catch here, because yellow leaves are true...
Things I Should Have Said at Work, Part I
“Come along, Pond.” To the customer with long, ginger hair, and wearing a plaid shirt, jean skirt, red tights, and black military boots. Huh. I was not expecting this.
At the entrance, my bare feet on the dirt floor, Here, gusts of heat; at my...– Czeslaw Milosz (via fuckyeahpolishpoets) just because they are
I want to mention summer ending without meaning the death of somebody loved or even the death of the trees. Today in the market I heard a mother say Look at the pumpkins, it’s finally autumn! And the child didn’t think of the death of her mother which is due before her own but tasted the sound of the words on her clumsy tongue: pumpkin; autumn. Let the eye enlarge with all it...