Today at the laundromat Vincent told me I looked better than last time (“you looked so tired”), and I told him that it’s been kind of a rough month. “Do you drink?” he asked.
“Because you smell like alcohol.” Then he asked if I like wine, and I said I did, and he suggested we have some. Then he explained how he buys it, which is in bulk, and that he lets it age for a couple years. I said great, and I don’t even really know where this is going.
Our fondness for stuff affects almost every aspect of our lives. Housing size, for example, has ballooned in the last 60 years. The average size of a new American home in 1950 was 983 square feet; by 2011, the average new home was 2,480 square feet. And those figures don’t provide a full picture. In 1950, an average of 3.37 people lived in each American home; in 2011, that number had shrunk to 2.6 people. This means that we take up more than three times the amount of space per capita than we did 60 years ago. —
Living With Less. A Lot Less (via azspot)
I like how the photograph accompanying this article sort of implies that he lives in a tiny triangular corner.
Women of Letters: “To the Person I Misjudged”
WEDNESDAY, MARCH 27 AT 7:00PM
Australia’s best-selling literary salon comes to New York for a lively celebration of the lost art of letter writing. Seven outstanding females read live missives “To the person I misjudged.” Stamps provided.
With: Award-winning author of Stasiland Anna Funder, writer of the much talked about “Make Love Not Porn” TEDTalk Cindy Gallop, bassist for Talking Heads Tina Weymouth, founding editor of The Hairpin and New York Times writer Edith Zimmerman, award-winning playwright and author of The Year of Yes Maria Dahvana Headley. (via Women of Letters: “To the Person I Misjudged” - Events — Housing Works)
Come! I have no idea what I’m doing!
The Dance of Death (1493) by Michael Wolgemut
(.gif-ed by me from various versions, and for the best viewing experience, may I suggest this)
I’m perfectly fine, thank you for asking.
I wrote a thing for the Times that ends with a mention of this random guy who told me I should wear my glasses out of the house more often, so the other day I did, to pick up my laundry, and Vincent said he almost didn’t recognize me. I was like “ahh, yeah, it’s my early morning look,” and he was like, “you look prettier without them, but with them you look more professional. Put them on for work, but then take them off for dating.” We laughed, and I was like “okay.”
On the way home I was wondering what it would be like to marry Vincent and how we would have a good how-we-met story. “And then I told him that I’d been writing about him on Tumblr for months.”
Here’s me “launching” some new “business” where I make you “Gifitations” (GIF + invitation) for $$$.