What to watch on Sunday. My Monster and Me, a little film about Jeannette Winterson (one of my lady heroes) and her quest to find her birth mother, her recent suicide attempt and how the power of books helped her to survive.
I tend to fill my ears with music and audiobooks while working on visual stuff (I prefer silence when working with words). Right now I'm going between Alone Together, Why We Expect More From Technology and Less From Each Other by Shelly Turkle and Why be Happy When You Could Be Normal by the wonderful Jeanette Winterson (there are so many good juicy bits in this book that I may have to read a tactile version later).
The album Press Color by Lizzy Mercier Descloux is good for a dance or two.
Thanks to Working Class Acupuncture, my face doesn't feel like it's melting off anymore.
It's SUNNY in Portland. Not a cloud in the sky. Vitamin D hasn't felt this good in a while. Yes!
After a month of tofu and beans gone wild, I've decided to eat birds again, but only occasionally. I'd like to make this for dinner tonight.
This morning I woke up at 5:15 and wrote about an existential marmot and a bowl of macaroni and cheese.
I'm photographing and compiling the ephemera that fills my drawers and will soon be selling each piece for 25 cents in a store on this website. Credit cards and pennies will be accepted.
