Tuesday, January 29, 2013

an extraordinary theory.

I am currently reading: An Extraordinary Theory of Objects by Stephanie LaCava and a couple of the quotes from the first few pages really resonated with me:

"What saved me, in the end, was my fear of change transforming into raw wonder and wanderlust."

"Intense sensitivity can be debilitating, or it can increase the upside of chance and the power of whimsy - a need for storytelling, strangers, and odd encounters."

I also recently saw one of the short films featured at Sundance called The Arm, which was this funny, sweet, earnest account of a high school kid freeing himself from total text message entrapment.

So now I have this inclination to throw my iPhone out a window and go stomping through mud puddles, study archeology in Egypt, plan a trip to Rio, run up a mountain, etc.

At the very least, I'm putting my phone away when I'm interacting with real live humans: because, despite it being addicting and convenient, there is nothing more rude or self-involved.
(I may be the only person who liked this mom's iPhone contract with her 13-year-old son.)

Other stuff:

I am currently loving: the subscription to New York Magazine my boyfriend got me for Christmas. A few gems:

Why You Truly Never Leave High School.

How I Turned Instagram Into A Dating Service.


Checking things off of my Oklahoma bucket list, I finally ate at Meers after a hike: #friedpeaches #friedgreentomatoes #breadandbutterfriedpickles #burger  #RCCola #teapartymemorabilia

And I've come to the conclusion that I love hikes as long as they are motivated by treats/a light at the end of the tunnel: see Machu Picchu, see my mom's promise of root beer floats when we were little, see the aforementioned fried peaches.

This may be a good way to approach life. Motivation via treats. For me, this usually comes in the form of coffee: I lie in my bed marveling at the day I have ahead of me and promise myself coffee if I can get out of bed instead of hitting snooze.


I want to go to Maui now, thanks a lot fashion blog.


Beyonce reads Joan Didion via my subscription to The Beyhive. Girl's got great taste. Duh.

Don't worry, I also subscribed to Goop.