film: frances ha
book: their eyes were watching god
series: fleabag
album: i love my mom by indigo de souza
song: (the forbidden question bc theres so much to choose from) over here by mk.gee
film: sound of my voice
book: till we have faces
series: x-files
album: i lay down my life for you
song: a little piece by the jezabels at least, that's how i feel rn
film: Before Sunrise ~ romantic and timeless
book: Pure Colour by Sheila Heti ~ philosophical and sweet
series: Search Party on HBO ~ sooo funny
album: Devotion by Beach House ~ got a tattoo about it
song: Jerrod by Solange ~ always sounds angelic
No screen Sundays. If I want to listen to music its CDs or radio. If I want to watch a movie, no I don’t. If I want to see a friend, I will make plans with them on Friday or Saturday to meet up. As a result, I read more, write more, and sit with questions like “did Citizen Kane‘s 50 year winning streak in the Sight and Sound critics choice survey end in 2012 or 2022? When did Stephen Merritt come out? Whats the etymology of Whitsun?“ This is something that I have practiced off and on for many years but I’ve been doing it every week since December and I love the way that it just allows me one day of true freedom and rest.
My calendar this year has 52 of these week at a glance pages but I don’t think that way. So, I've been inspired by Ross Gay’s Book of Delighs to start recording the little moments and sensations that bring me joy throughout the day. An analog pi.fyi, if you will. heres some of what I have so far: - Waking up to the sound of my upstairs neighbor‘s footstep. It sounded nostalgic. Felt like company. - Strawberry jam - feeling tender for strangers: their lips, nail colors, their small wrists. Thinking of all the lives we hold gently. - A young girl bought an LP at the bookstore just before I left. She stroked its cover with love - Green tiles —the mint shade always makes me think of Jancie - Charlie’s little bop and punch dancing to some German language punk
- lunch with Katherine, curry Brussels sprouts - small talk at the photo studio. The photographer's brother was named after their dad, stole his identity, bought jet skis.
