I’m thankful that this is a shorter workweek. It has been a difficult one to be in public service. And then Leonard Cohen died. What a year 2016 has been, and it’s not even over.
I read Margaret Atwood’s “The Handmaid’s Tale” for the first time about twenty years ago and I re-read it every few years. It may seem like an odd choice for a “comfort read” considering how bleak the story is. But it’s got this quote, which I appreciated today.
Writing from: my study in Portland, Oregon. Listening to: the kettle on the boil.
I was thumbing through this fun book my dad sent called “Let’s Bring Back: The Lost Language Edition” and found this phrase. It is meant to be soothing but it sounds pretty ominous too. (Bonus failed Uncial in the corner.)
Writing from: my study in Portland, Oregon. Listening to: nothing in particular. Must be time for sleep.
I’ve introduced FunkyPlaid to “Detectorists” and I’m enjoying it even more the second time around.
Writing from: my study in Portland, Oregon. Listening to: that great theme song again.
“A word after a word after a word is power.” ― Margaret Atwood
Writing from: my study. Listening to: “Life Itself” by Glass Animals.
We all have those days. You know the kind. The emotional hits start and they keep on coming. That’s when I turn to Jack’s mantra from “Croupier”, a favorite film of mine. And some pretty ink the color of well-loved blue jeans doesn’t hurt at all.
Writing from: my makeshift study in the dining-room. Listening to: “Your Best American Girl” by Mitski.
We had a thought-provoking discussion with friends over dinner tonight. During a lull in the conversation, I glanced over at the server’s workstation and saw an Alan Watts quotation on it.
It reminded me of my favorite Alan Watts quotation, so I decided to practice printing a bit.
Writing from: my makeshift study in the dining-room. Listening to: Maxine, who has an appointment with the refrigerator doctor tomorrow. Her buzzing days are numbered!