“It is said that no one truly knows a nation until one has been inside its jails. A nation should not be judged by how it treats its highest citizens, but its lowest ones.”

— Nelson Mandela (via maarnayeri)

“For me there is only this in the story of John Rabe: there are no clear bad guys or good guys in humanity. There is just an uncomfortable pause, where you can let history crowd in on you. The best you can do is be quiet in the face of the terrible contradictions, and try to figure out what the next right thing is.”



Ellie Goulding - Tessellate (Alt-J Cover) | Anthony Lee Choreography

Ellie Goulding + Alt-J + cool choreography + dapper dudes. Nice.


Gorgeous movement.

“Q: But has that instinct [for calling out social/racial unfairness] led you astray? Like the Taylor Swift interruption at the MTV Video Music Awards, things like that.

A: It’s only led me to complete awesomeness at all times. It’s only led me to awesome truth and awesomeness. Beauty, truth, awesomeness. That’s all it is.”

I don’t know how to tell you about my grandma. She was funny in a dry, droll way that’s hard to describe. She was incredibly sweet, in her undemonstrative, quiet way. She made a life in her garden and her kitchen, and when she was there that was where I wanted to be.

She loved dogs, birds, flowers, and babies. She loved the southwest. She was always whistling songs. She saved everything. She bought me the best pair of shoes I own, and found me a wonderful green hat in a gutter. She could always tell when I’d been crying or upset or had lost weight, and sent me to rest or fed me custard. She believed I deserved every good thing that could possibly happen to me. She’s a huge part of who I am and why.

The last few years were cruel, as they stripped away too much of what she’d loved doing and being, from her garden to her privacy. But even in the last days, she was still there and still herself. Even when she couldn’t speak, I could see she was mouthing “I love you.” And when she decided to let go on Friday night, she did it her way: quietly, after a long day of song and visits and love.

As she would say: Home, James, and don’t spare the horses.


As Deb says — this past week made us incredibly grateful for each other, everyone at Serene Corner, and Evergreen Hospice.

Auto-reblob My Fair Lady / current status
(via diaryofacontentstrategist)

Auto-reblob My Fair Lady / current status

(via diaryofacontentstrategist)

This past week I turned off Twitter and all the email notifications and took off for Hawaii with Jon, MFK Fisher, a new bathing suit, and a lot of sunscreen. I’ve never been so relaxed — or sunburnt — in my life.

(Related: I highly recommend this book if you’re ever headed that way.)

(Source: Flickr / coreycaitlin)

“The archives are best just before sleep, as memory and imagination take sway. Every archive has an intended logic, a day logic, with well-defined topics, alphabetical orderings, hierarchical taxonomies, or cross-referenced indexes. At night we see less of what is intended and more of what is there. We notice that the butterfly specimen cases ended up next to the drawers of pressed flowers. The minutes of the astronomy club are on the highest shelves, and some papers of Francis Bacon the essayist got in among papers of Francis Bacon the painter. Nothing can be as crowded with meaning as an archive and not earn its own dream logic of short circuits and coincidences.”

Charlie Loyd in The Garden, which is the last, wonderful bit of Contents Magazine’s phenomenal issue on the archive.

This is one of those rare pieces of writing that hits some weird part of my brain just the right way, making me want to read and re-read and re-read and makes me suddenly need to write things I didn’t even remember I knew. It’s one of the rare strings of words that reads so correctly I have trouble not weeping.

“I like nonsense, it wakes up the brain cells. Fantasy is a necessary ingredient in living, it’s a way of looking at life through the wrong end of a telescope. Which is what I do, and that enables you to laugh at life’s realities.”