Monday Memos // 94

Listening:

“Audience No. 2” by Autolux.

“Dog” by Widowspeak.

“Il Ballo Del Mattone” by Rita Pavone.

Reading:

From most important to least important…

I'm a Chef With Terminal Cancer. This Is What I'm Doing with the Time I Have Left — “When we think we have all the time in the world to live, we forget to indulge in the experiences of living. When that choice is yanked away from us, that’s when we scramble to feel.”

APPROPRIATE MOMENTS TO RESPOND WITH LADY GAGA’S GUTTURAL HOWL FROM THE SONG “SHALLOW”

The long, long history of long, long CVS receipts

  Nostalgia for the Present  by  Brooke Shanesy .

Nostalgia for the Present by Brooke Shanesy.

Craving:

This weekend I celebrated one year since I moved up north. Sunday I had a lovely breakfast feast at Champs Diner, which included lots of coffee, a giant tofu scramble—the “hungover hippie”— and a gigantic, classic pancake. It was hard not to get the giant stack of fancy pancakes, but the one was ample.

 I want to go back for a sundae or a shake. (image via nooklyn)

I want to go back for a sundae or a shake. (image via nooklyn)

Wearing:

Sweaters! Pants! Jackets! Socks! The weekend skipped ahead and really felt like winter. I loved it.

 I had to buy this  Katie Kimmel  sweatshirt.

I had to buy this Katie Kimmel sweatshirt.

Watching:

I saw A Star Is Born alone on Saturday morning (do not recommend the alone or in the morning part). I honestly thought it would be cheesy at best, but wow, it was actually well done and really good. However, I was not thoroughly warned that I would feel deeply depressed when it was over. (Side note: did you know Lady Gaga had a small cameo in Sopranos? She was “girl at the pool number 2.”)

I also watched Scream for the first time on Saturday night. As much as I have seen thousands and thousands of movies, I haven’t seen a lot of classics or standard fare. It filled me with suspense, it cracked me up, I yelled at the characters on the screen. A good balance for the day.

Treasuring:

Goofing: Skipping down the hall. Making weird faces and making weird sounds. Risking, and forgetting, embarrassment.