At 4 AM, I had one of those dark nights of the soul, heart pounding, obsessing about the future. My mind wouldn’t stop and I never did get back to sleep. What a waste. Rarely a caffeine drinker, today I went in search of a cup.
Must-see animated photography by Julien Douvier
One of the most luxurious aspects of my apartment is the shoe closet. The occupants before me installed it, and I’m most grateful. In a funk (like today), I can look inside and view my footwear collection, filled with beautiful shapes, textures and colors (even if some of them pinch).
Leather sculpture (made for the feet of the artist) by Axel Lieber
I came of age in an era when tumbling into bed with the occasional stranger was not unusual or scorned. We were far from home, exploring the bounds of sexuality, and didn’t worry much about transmittable diseases. Ah, the simplicity of youth! These days, I’ve accumulated a laundry list of requirements and it would take a lot more than a few movies or a museum visit (like my last date) to win me over. Is that a sign of progress, or not?
The Jewish High Holidays start at sunset. I face this time of the year with trepidation. How deep do I want to go into spiritual reflection? What I like best is the chance to wipe the slate clean and begin anew. This period is also referred to as the Days of Awe and with that as inspiration. I’m posting this video of sheer awesomeness. I’m grateful to you all for another wonderful year of conversation, consolation and laughter.
For the next few days, I’m going to unplug. I’ll be back next week.
Yesterday, I went with a friend to pick up his new BMW from the dealer. After the salesmen handed over the keys, he gave an extensive tour of the vehicle’s bells and whistles, including the hands-free trunk release, activated by moving your foot underneath the bumper, to the 3-second turn signal, which you lightly tap when changing lanes. It was a vicarious thrill. And, I was a little envious. To cheer up, I drove to my favorite food store in L.A., and bought the special ingredients for a chocolate-chocolate cookie recipe by the famed baker from Momofuku Milkbar in New York.
Chocolate lego by Akihiro Mizuuchi
This is reassuring news. Have a great weekend!
Poster by Marion Deuchars
Mine: Giving the dog a belly rub.
Illustration by Marc Johns
According to the theory of the hedonic treadmill, we have the tendency to return to our own baseline of happiness soon after major life events regardless if they’re joyous or heartbreaking. That’s why the fantasy of what it would be like to win the lottery doesn’t usually pan out. If we’re a pissed off person, we’ll find a way to be angry even then. Right now, on the Jewish calendar, it’s a week before the High Holidays and a time of spiritual excavation. With that in mind, I’m trying to edge myself up towards gratitude. Where do you hover?
Steiner-Rand Scale of Acceptance via magnificent ruin