In case I haven’t told you, I loved loved loved loved LOVED the book “Hild” by Nicola Griffith, as if it was a child torn out of my very own heart. I also love this essay where she talks about how this story grabbed her and wouldn’t let go.
This article is fascinating. The fact that the general populace doesn’t know stuff like this was done: that is the proof of how deeply seated racism is in our society.
Although I have watched this movie numerous times, and will probably continue to do so*, I pretty much agree with every single thing this (long) article details about its true non-romanticness. Especially this:
The fundamental problem with Love Actually is that it presents romance as either absurdly easy—something that strikes you like a thunderclap and requires only a single grand gesture in order to be fulfilled—or all but impossible. Notably absent is the idea that love might ever be worth a little sustained effort: some mutual exploration and discovery, a bit of care and nurture, maybe even the overcoming of an obstacle or two.
*I really watch it because I enjoy the Hugh Grant performance so much. It is a nice pairing with either Two Weeks Notice OR Music and Lyrics, both charming lovely movies.
p.s. I just rewatched it last night after totally cracking up over this tweet (& video).
There was a guy I was reading about in the 1700’s whose wife was 10 minutes late at the dinner table every [night] so he took those 10 minutes to work on a novel and he ended up writing 3 very successful novels that way by squeezing in those 10 minutes. I think that’s the trick is giving yourself that time and scheduling it in.
from this interview with Mark Frauenfelder.
I love that idea of even just in 10 (or 15 even!) minutes a day, you eventually DO have something to show for your time.
(It’s repeated again in this article.)
Because I really need a treehouse. C’est magnifique!
For this sentence, this time: But, speaking as a parent, I can assure you that indirectly or accidentally exposing my kids to a bit of profanity in a Noah and the Whale song absolutely pales in comparison to the language they encounter during any of my attempts to move a large piece of furniture up or down a flight of stairs.
Heather from Fuel/Friends has her new mix up and this line just slayed me:
…that bluish-purple shine that could look like either gathering twilight or a healing bruise.