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And as the meaning of all things shone through their shapes, many ideas and events which had seemed of the utmost importance dwindled not to insignificance, for nothing could be insignificant now, but to the same size which other ideas and events, once denied any importance, now attained. Thus, such shining giants of our brain as science, art or religion fell out of the familiar scheme of their classification, and joining hands, were mixed and joyfully leveled. Thus, a cherry stone and its tiny shadow which lay on the painted wood of a tired bench, or a bit of torn paper, or any other such trifle out of millions and millions of trifles grew to a wonderful size.
Vladimir Nabokov, The Real Life of Sebastian Knight -
1. Pick it up and put it in your pocket. 2. Your name here. 3. Hold a towel in your mouth and be reminded of his clean skin. 4. Don’t let them shrivel on the vine. 5. Forget it. 6. When you hear a mechanical instrument, think of a child shrieking. 7. To all peaks carry water. 8. Clean the wound and take note of the metal. 9. Buy what you can. 10. Don’t be afraid to be like her. 11. Learn to recognize the beauty of your own back. 12. C’mon everyone, drink up. 13. Run with whatever you can carry. 14. Remember that you bleed more easily. 15. Don’t think of it as reasonable, think of it as terrifying. 16. When blinded, construct images around unknown sounds, and assume you are correct. 17. Remember to surface. 18. Endeavor to dive.
Veda Hille, Instructions -
A thousand machines could never make a flower. Granada seems to be teeming with adherents to the Vandalism school of graffiti artistry. At least this piece had a sweet sentiment.
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Passion fruit. Some years ago I spent a week in Puerto López, on the coast of Ecuador. My Italian friend Maura and I would meet each morning for coffee, choose a new beach to visit, buy a bag of passion fruit, and hitch a ride to said beach. We’d head back in late afternoon, sun-dazed and salty-skinned, with a stray dribble of that vibrant juice despite howevermany dips in the sea. In Ecuador, as in the majority of Latin America, the fruit is called maracuyá. But my half-Venezuelan husband calls it—and me—parchita. (photo via maderadecolores)
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Plays: 6[Flash 9 is required to listen to audio.]
Kelley Stolz, “Long Live the Vapor Trail.” Gives me a bit of a sunset vibe.
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At any given moment the sun is setting someplace on earth, and another day is slipping away largely undocumented as people slide into dreams that will seldom be remembered when they awaken. Only the continuation of abundance makes loss sustainable, makes it natural. There are more sunrises coming…
Rebecca Solnit, A Field Guide to Getting Lost -
Why carrying the camera just in case is a good thing. After an impulse trip to a tetería in the Albaycín, where I had a pot of chai and finished reading Rebecca Solnit’s “A Field Guide to Getting Lost,” I happened to pass by the Mirador San Nicolás, Granada’s most popular spot to view both the Alhambra and the sunset, at just the right moment. In fact, if it weren’t for the fact that the tea shop’s bathroom was out of order and I desperately needed a place to go (i.e., the public library by San Nicolás), I would’ve headed in the opposite direction and never seen this spectacular sunset.
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Pie we can believe in. D baked a victory apple pie on election day, his first pie in over a year but one of his best, methinks. Notice he spelled “CHANGE” on the top, with an “O” in the center.
