Hi there, Lovelies,
How the hell are you? Here’s a photo from the fires (taken by the exquisite Claire Kimple). Such a powerful, quiet reminder of the ‘tude very much needed right now.
I’m sure it’s all the scorched earth… but I keep having these wildly visceral time travel dreams where I’m plunked down throughout life at my different old homes. The last one was in Vermont at a house I’d really hesitated buying. In the dream, I’m there in full-body-sensory-Technicolor-smell-o-vision. When I land, it’s always very Dr. Who and hapless as I’m typically in the yard one or two houses over. It’s usually snowing and I have to clomp back over to our house in my jams where I’m suddenly having this very David Mamet-style conversation with the new residents about having lived there eons ago. I hesitated over buying this particular house because our kids were still dinky and it was too close to the road for my anxious-mom taste. In the dream, the new people have redone the kitchen all wrong—excoriating the very heart of the house—the butler’s pantry and the dumbwaiter. And I’m there shaking my head my head at the tremendous loss when all at once, I’m physically ripped out of the dream muscle by muscle only to wake up back in NYC with my whole body clenched and sweaty. Somehow, it all feels very much like Kelly Link dream logic + Quilt Theory. (You know, from physics and the multiverse?)
Things I’ve loved this week…
- It’s college drop off time, which comes with all manner of anticipation, grief and feeling just plain lucky. I happened upon this hilarious podcast adventure, and thought maybe this next act is The Parker Posey Phase of My Life?
- When I want to remember how much I love writing by hand, Laura van den Berg, author of The Third Hotel reminds me.
- When I need solid fashion advice I check in with Grace at The Stripe.
- When I’m at work and want to stop feeling like Ingrid Bergman from Gaslight.
- When I want to repeat myself (like the broken record that I am) about how women in STEM can be such a kickass setting for a riveting psychological thriller, I think of only of Megan Abbott’s Give Me Your Hand.
- When I need to recall that the word “Hobo” comes from the phrase “homeward bound” and that they had their own mythologized code.
- Why New Yorkers (and many other humans of the world) hate slow walkers.
- RIP Neil Simon, because whenever I need a lift from our overwhelming world I always watch Seems Like Old Times.
Ok, back to school everyone… xoxo – gg
PS – Best shot from Seems Like Old Times