I ain’t no Hemingway, and I ain’t no Einstein either. But I do still feel the intellectual wavelengths that pulse through little cool cafes such as The Smile, originally recommended by a blog I follow. Cities like Manhattan amaze me for this reason—well, for many reasons but this in particular: there will never be a shortage of inspiration.
More than just a physical space, he explained, a city is a set of cultural norms. “It’s kind of a shared dream.” Stop dreaming, stop continually making decisions to maintain it, and ivy creeps up the walls.
--Jason Fagone goes on Neil Freeman’s tour of Bushwick, Brooklyn, and looks at his alternative geography: http://nyr.kr/10bT1Rs (via newyorker)
I will: brown-bag it for lunch, implement an extraneous spending freeze for a year, re-use old furniture, wear sweatshirts to bed to save on heat, keep a piggy bank of change, make my own tea and coffee in the morning (every morning), anything and everything to afford a two week trip to this long-lusted travel destination, pre-Olympics.
(Source: The New York Times)
It was a beautiful day and all weekend long, I had been suffering a restlessness so persistent that Sunday morning, I left the BC neck of the woods early and decided to jumpstart an art paper still too far in the horizon to worry about with a solo jaunt into the city. The only items on my list were the Museum of Fine Arts and lunch. All plans thereafter were made spontaneously; decisions instantaneously. And it was truly a “best day ever.”
Gardner believed in love. She had little faith in her ability as an actress or a star; at each casting, it was said that she always thought they had the wrong girl. She could love well, however, no matter how formidable the object of her affection. Yet as each of her men worked his way through her heart, he also wore her down a little bit, until like Lady Brett Ashley, Gardner learned to cover her old wounds and aching heart with a sort of brash independence that held men at bay. Love in the abstract or the past tense became her ideal.
--Cary Randolph Fuller, for RL Magazine’s “A Heroine for Hemingway”
She loved to walk down the street with a book under her arm. It had the same significance for her as an elegant cane for the dandy a century ago. It differentiated her from others.
--Milan Kundera, The Unbearable Lightness of Being (via katiearmour)
Five Moments in Time:
- Shopping for trinkets with Dad at Chenghuang Garden, which usually involves me ogling at something, and Dad helping me barter for it.
- A serendipitous afternoon along Nanjing Road, during which I stumbled upon Eileen Chang’s L’s Book Cafe and was fortunate to have met the woman herself.
- A beautiful sunset near Tianmen Mountain on our last day of the Hunan tour.
- The cutest souvenir ever: crème brûlée from Lillian Bakery at Shanghai’s First Foodhall (720 E. Nanjing Road) came in an adorable mini mug.
- The beautiful exterior decor of a little shop in Fenghuang, Hunan.