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Delicious ambiguity :: lydiawoolever.com

The roar of the silence was like a wash of diamond waves going through the liquid porches of our ears, enough to sooth a man a thousand years.

Kerouac

Home.

Tonight at Brooklyn Bowl.

Give me a woman with a lens
In her hand. Give me a woman with a will to read.

Give a woman, a lost woman, an open vista, a stack of vellum.
Give me Time, give me swagger, give me your ears.

—From “Like a Jet” in M x T by Sina Queyras, reviewed at The Rumpus by Julie Enszer (via therumpus)

Morning made.

Morning made.

BEST THING EVER.

(Source: wnyc)

Chilly again. Dreaming of this.

Chilly again. Dreaming of this.

“You are alive right this second. That is an amazing thing,” they told me. When you consider the nearly infinite number of forks in the road that lead to any single person being born, they said, you must be grateful that you’re you at this very second. Think of the enormous number of potential alternate universes where, for example, your great-great-grandparents never meet and you never come to be. Moreover, you have the pleasure of living on a planet where you have evolved to breathe the air, drink the water, and love the warmth of the closest star. You’re connected to the generations through DNA — and, even farther back, to the universe, because every cell in your body was cooked in the hearts of stars. We are star stuff, my dad famously said, and he made me feel that way.

This art series by Tatyana Fazlalizadeh attempts to address gender based street harassment by placing drawn portraits of women, composed with captions that speak directly to offenders.

(Source: vimeo)

So many amazing eats this weekend, it’s hard to choose my favorite one.