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Listening:

"Hire" by Girlpool. New girlpoooool. Woohoo!

“Sugar Bum Bum” by Lord Kitchener.

“Cavern” by Liquid Liquid.

Reading:

I wrote about wanting to read Her Body and Other Parties months ago and I’m finally reading it and LOVING IT. So weird and wonderful.

“A wife refuses her husband’s entreaties to remove the green ribbon from around her neck. A woman recounts her sexual encounters as a plague slowly consumes humanity. A salesclerk in a mall makes a horrifying discovery within the seams of the store’s prom dresses. One woman’s surgery-induced weight loss results in an unwanted houseguest. And in the bravura novella “Especially Heinous,” Machado reimagines every episode of Law & Order: Special Victims Unit, a show we naïvely assumed had shown it all, generating a phantasmagoric police procedural full of doppelgängers, ghosts, and girls with bells for eyes.”

Craving:

Dinner from Zyara. “… the Vegan Arabic Sandwich, a kitchen-sink sensation of deep-fried veggies (cauliflower, eggplant, and paper-thin zucchini) plus falafel, tomato, cabbage, and assorted pickled things that all gets stuffed into a housemade pita like circus clowns into a Volkswagen.” (via Grubstreet)

Cupcakes from Sugar Sweet Sunshine. As someone who often proclaims they don’t care for cupcakes, even though I greatly adore cake, these really were outstanding. Very unassuming but absolutely delicious.

Sometimes less is more. (image via sugarsweetsunshine)

Sometimes less is more. (image via sugarsweetsunshine)

Wearing:

When I woke up Wednesday and the temperature said “4,” I just piled on all the things. Long Johns, undershirts, sweaters, boots, scarves, hats, gloves. I am ready for spring. I am ready for summer. I have finally maxed out on the cold. I forgot what it’s like to have my legs exposed to the fresh air.

Watching:

TV: I’ve already rewatched the first three episodes of High Maintenance season 3 (so many amazing comedians I admire keep popping up!). I’m deep into True Detective—it’s good! I tried a couple episodes of The Assassination of Gianni Versace, but I’m finding it too slow. I’m a few episodes in Russian Doll, the latest Netflix original with Natasha Lyonne—I wouldn’t say it’s brilliant, but it’s entertaining. It’s cold! so the tv is on!

Movies: I watched The Lives of Others. A German drama/thriller from 2007. It was very good. As one apt review says, “fierce and gloomy.” I just learned while looking up the cast that the main actor, Ulrich Mühe, died months after the film won an Oscar. So sad.

Ulrich Mühe enjoying his stolen literature.

Ulrich Mühe enjoying his stolen literature.

Treasuring:

Warmth: As cold as it is and all the complaining, sometimes the blast of freezing air, especially when you have a warm home and a warm beverage nearby, can be a bit magical. One evening I walked out of the subway station, music playing in my earbuds, and I let the hot tears mix with the frigid air. Emotional release paired with the refreshing winter wind, hey, it’s not so bad.

My winter look. (image by marc pilaro)

My winter look. (image by marc pilaro)

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This week is brought to you by lethargy. It’s been dreary, I’ve had a lot of deadlines, and I might have an underlying cold. Energy is at a low, but behind it all I am very excited for December. Pardon the brevity.

Listening:

"The Magician" by Andy Shauf. Last Monday I went to see Andy play at National Sawdust in Brooklyn. The space wasn’t very big and I stood as front and center as you could get. Just him and his guitar. It was better than I could’ve imagined.

“Car Park” by Fenne Lily. This band opened for Andy and was very enjoyable.

“Hasta La Piel” by Carla Morrison. This song was playing in a restaurant scene on The Romanoffs and I had to figure out what it was.

Reading:

I just bought Abbi Jacobson’s new book I Might Regret This: Essays, Drawings, Vulnerabilities, and Other Stuff. I cannot wait to read it (currently in the middle of Jeffrey Eugenides’ latest collection of short stories).

“From the co-creator and co-star of the hit series Broad City, a "poignant, funny, and beautifully unabashed" (Cheryl Strayed) bestselling essay collection about love, loss, work, comedy, and figuring out who you really are when you thought you already knew.”

Craving:

Lots of OHi Superfood Bars—very nutty, crunchy, seedy things. Lots of tortilla chips and saltine crackers—on a salty kick. Theme: busy, tired, craving crunch.

Wearing:

Black and yellow. Black and maroon. Black and stripes. It was a rainy week with lots of layers and umbrellas. Lots of attempting to dress in clothes as close to pajamas as possible. Of course I saw Anna Wintour in the hallway wearing a beautiful gold and black brocade dress.

Watching:

As someone who devoured the podcast of the same name and subject, I’m curious to see the television adaptation of Dirty John. Such a terrifying story of manipulation. I’ll watch anything with Connie Britton.

Maybe one day when I need something terrible to watch, I came across the description for the movie Slice. “When a pizza delivery driver is murdered on the job, the city searches for someone to blame: ghosts? drug dealers? a disgraced werewolf?” Chance the Rapper and Zazie Beetz are the stars—I do love her.

Treasuring:

December: I’m ready for all the Christmas tree smells and lights and holiday music. I’m ready for getting dressed up and snowy days and roaring fires. I’m ready for tinsel and sequins and a little vacation. I’m ready for birthday cake and squeezing more friends.

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Listening:

"Down in the Willow Garden" by The Everly Brothers.

"New Orleans Instrumental No. 1" by R.E.M.

"Charcoal Baby" by Blood Orange.

Reading:

Books I want to read:

No One Tells You This by Glynnis MacNicol. "a fearless reckoning with modern womanhood and an exhilarating adventure that will resonate with anyone determined to live by their own rules."

Fresh Complaint by Jeffrey Eugenides. "Narratively compelling, beautifully written, and packed with a density of ideas despite their fluid grace, these stories chart the development and maturation of a major American writer."

The Incendiaries by R. O. Kwon. "a fractured love story that explores what can befall those who lose what they love most."

image from an illustrated book review by Kristen Radtke (via  nylon )

image from an illustrated book review by Kristen Radtke (via nylon)

Craving:

Hanging in Maryland, which thus far means feasting on Joe Squared pizza and trying a newer spot in DC: A Rake's Progress. The latter is set in The Line hotel, which is beautiful itself — a cobbling together of restaurants, a radio station, and hotel housed inside a 110-year old massive-columned church. 

We had fresh Chesapeake oysters and salty, buttered bread. My mom and I shared a crab cake with shaved cucumber, red onion, tomato and smoked onion tartar; an heirloom tomato tart with puff pastry, vinaigrette and various basils; plus a farro salad with summer squash, cucumbers, tomatoes, nectarines and yogurt dressing.

We also had an incredible fudge brownie sundae: spelt brownie, mint chip ice cream, tiny homemade Oreos, whipped cream and hot fudge. A winner!

Pre- and post-saucing. 

Wearing:

Since I haven't been wearing anything particularly outlandish (denim, black, black, black), here are some beautiful images of things I love and would wear. 

Leandra Medine shoes (leandra medine via vogue)

Leandra Medine shoes (leandra medine via vogue)

Mara Hoffman delights.

Watching:

Last Friday I watched The End of the Tour on the bus ride to MD. It was slow but great, sad but soothing. Maybe one day I'll read Infinite Jest

Today I read that True Detective season 3 is back in January. Fingers crossed it's like the first season and renews our love of the show. 

I haven't been going to the movies or falling deep into shows much recently, so enthusiasm is currently in the ebb phase. 

Treasuring:

Giddiness and excitement: I experienced a few days last week where I couldn't contain my wild smiles. I took a ferry ride from the beach to the city — through the sunset hours. I was handed an It's-It out of the blue. I met a stranger in such a spectacular way. I shared stories with lots of details. I daydreamed on car rides. I'm letting the waves of emotions wash over me and I'm constantly pumped for the future and the now. 

Hello It's-It, my old friend / I've come to talk with you again

Hello It's-It, my old friend / I've come to talk with you again

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Listening:

"Miki Dora" by Amen Dunes.

"Heart Shaped Face" by Angel Olsen.

"West Coast" by Coconut Records. (I told Jason Schwartman that I love this song and it tears my heart apart in the best possible way. He agreed. *More below.)

Reading:

I found a stack of books on the designated free table at my apartment and there were some gems.

  • I Am a Cat: Three Volumes in One by Soseki NatsumeWritten from 1904 through 1906, Soseki Natsume's comic masterpiece, I Am a Cat, satirizes the foolishness of upper-middle-class Japanese society during the Meiji era. With acerbic wit and sardonic perspective, it follows the whimsical adventures of a world-weary stray kitten who comments on the follies and foibles of the people around him.
  • A signed copy of Turtles All the Way Down by John Green“This novel is by far [Green’s] most difficult to read. It’s also his most astonishing. . . . So surprising and moving and true that I became completely unstrung. . . . One needn’t be suffering like Aza to identify with it. One need only be human.”—The New York Times

I also cannot wait to read David Sedaris' new book CalypsoThis is beach reading for people who detest beaches, required reading for those who loathe small talk and love a good tumour joke. Calypso is simultaneously Sedaris's darkest and warmest book yet - and it just might be his very best.

Craving:

Sometimes I daydream about freshly ground peanut butter. Sometimes when I'm eating it by the spoonful, straight from the plastic tub—a process that entails scraping around the edge and then smoothing the surface to an even level—I think, "I could survive on a deserted island with fresh peanut butter." Deep cuts.

I ate at a new, beautiful Vietnamese restaurant on Saturday—Di An Di (it means “Let’s go eat"). I ate a simple but amazing scallion lemongrass mushroom phở and this crispy rice noodle dish with lotus root, okra, water spinach, and bean sprouts. I can't wait to try more of the things and eat those crispy noodles again. 

"The plant-strewn bar and dining room were designed by the Red Hook–based Ladies & Gentlemen Studios." (Photo by Melissa Horn via grubstreet)

"The plant-strewn bar and dining room were designed by the Red Hook–based Ladies & Gentlemen Studios." (Photo by Melissa Horn via grubstreet)

Wearing:

NY Design Week made me pull out all the stops and experiment in my dressing. A wore three blue jumpsuits on consecutive days (a cotton tube top version, a thin chambray short sleeved version, and the beloved corduroy long sleeved version). I wore a full pink outfit (hot pink pencil skirt, pale pink tee, bubblegum pink nylon shoes, and pale pink socks). I wore head to toe black and white (polka dot-ish pants and a starry shirt). I dusted off old shoes from a decade or more ago (pointy-toed lace-ups and beat-up old sneaks). Feels like a fashion revival. 

Watching:

In a matter of days, I watched the entirety of the new Netflix series Safe. I was swamped with work and plans, yet I still managed to watch it in the briefest, most entranced moments. Michael C. Hall captured my heart years ago as David on Six Feet Under, so that was the initial draw. It is very Broadchurch. I want more.

I also watched Ibiza. A good cheesy romp movie with a slew of actors I like (Gillian Jacobs, Michaela Watkins, Phoebe Robinson, Vanessa Bayer, Richard Madden—aka Robb Stark!). It was the kind of movie I needed to escape from sore feet and loneliness for an hour and a half. Minimal substance, easy entertainment. 

Treasuring:

Design Week: Working Sight Unseen Offsite... what a whirlwind. It was constant and chaotic. It was amazing and exhausting. It was stressful and euphoric. I met and reunited with so many lovely and wonderful designers and artists and makers and photographers. I feel overwhelmed with inspiration. I felt the best kind of jealousy. I felt new dreams and aspirations welling up inside. I went to so many events and spaces. I extroverted my heart out. I could write a novel with all my thoughts and feelings on the matter.

*I even got to meet one of my all-time favorite actors, Jason Schwartzman, who was one of those rare treats who didn't disappoint in the flesh. He was kind and thoughtful and he played his dreamy pianette with a baby (Alfie) on his lap. From Max Fischer to the O.C. theme song to Coconut Records to Fantastic Mr. Fox, I'm here for it all. His wife was a dream and seriously pulls off bright orange lipstick.

From the OFFSITE party. Brady Cunningham (wife), Jason, and Katy Burgess (Brady's Wall For Apricots business partner), and the pianette. (image by Don Stahl via sightunseen)

From the OFFSITE party. Brady Cunningham (wife), Jason, and Katy Burgess (Brady's Wall For Apricots business partner), and the pianette. (image by Don Stahl via sightunseen)