I don’t take compliments very well. They make me feel all squirmy and uncomfortable. But Flynn doesn’t compliment lightly. Or insincerely. I received the most touching note from her the other day. And her words made me feel capable. And worthy. I like words like that.
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I look awful. My face is puffy. My eyes are overlarge. My head is terribly unstable. Hubble keeps telling me my speech is slurred. He’s right. The muscles in my throat are tight and uncomfortable. But that’s not it. That’s not the cause of the slurring. I just don’t feel like opening my mouth enough
I’ve spent hours upon hours in the reading rooms here. I get all full of nostalgia whenever I think about it. The John Rylands Library, on Deansgate, is insanely awesome. If it doesn’t put you in a literary state of mind or make you think of all-things-gothic, nothing will. John Rylands Library, Deansgate
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Rosie Hardy is a teeny little thing with a big laugh. She smiles a lot. She’s super sweet and witty and just one of the most darling people you’ll ever meet. She also takes phenomenal photographs. Rosie is in love with her art. If you didn’t know it from her 365 you’d know it when,
On Friday night I cried because I was so overwhelmed with packing and moving and packing some more and because The Euro broke the crystal plate my grandmother gave me as a wedding gift. He looked worse than I did, when it happened, and I know things are just things but… I sat in the
Last night I almost broke my neck while doing dolphin pose in the shower. I realise how ridiculous this sounds, now. But at the time aqua-yoga seemed quite reasonable. And I nearly died. There was no voice. No shining light. No reflection of any kind. But there was a considerable imagining on my part of
This week has been about trying to get my head on straight. To organise. Clear clutter. Regain some kind of semblance of system. My brain’s been in overdrive this week. When I lay down last night, my head throbbed from the beat beat beat of it. I watched this brilliant documentary on the jet stream.
If I were born calm and, you know, smart, I would have wanted to be a physicist. It would have made for nice balance. But I wasn’t. I came into the world hyper and full of stress. So I write. It’s where I find my peace. When I was a kid I loved Einstein, because
“My new found spirituality made it essential to me that we not battle. So this was my position – I would neither defend myself from him, nor would I fight him. For the longest time, against he counsel of all who cared about me, I resisted even consulting a lawyer, because I considered even that
Last month I put on a pair of roller skates for the first time in twenty years. It’s this whole Yes Man thing I’m trying. I loved it. I mean, I still think skating backward is nothing short of sorcery. But I’m really geared up for my next trip to the rink. And I desperately
The original Keep Calm and Carry On was a motivational poster produced by the Ministry of Information in 1939 during the beginning of World War II and intended to stiffen resolve. The poster was intended as a “last case scenario” to be used only should the Nazis succeed in invading Great Britain. It was never
