Went to a jazz club in Chicago and there was this grandma nobody wanted to dance with. She wore these shoes with lights and wanted so much to dance with someone. You could see it in her eyes. Once in awhile she’d get up and jiggle, but soon she would sit down again, as if remembering something.
The more we read, the easier it is for us to write or think things we think are original but that are actually derived from other people’s heads.
My dad builds houses for a living and I used to show him beautiful examples from interior design and architecture magazines, houses designed by award-winning architects, etc, and he’d say, “I don’t look at other people’s stuff”.
I used to think he was so stuck up and proud. But now I’m beginning to see the wisdom in his way of thinking.
A well-written, persuasive piece about how to change. Always a good reminder.
We must always believe that we can change.
Internetless Sunday was… nice, for lack of a better word. No internet = no needless Googling of random words or ideas or people that came to my head, no compulsive website-hopping, no streaming of videos, no podcast-listening, no going down pointless and ultimately uninteresting and time-wasting Internet-rabbit-holes.
All in all, lovely. Internetless Sunday will become a regular thing from now on.
Sunday is my internetless day. A new year experiment of sorts. I’ll report back on Monday.
Till then I leave you with this quote:
“The bad news is you’re falling through the air, nothing to hang on to, no parachute. The good news is, there’s no ground.”
— Chögyam Trungpa
Worth at least a few listens, especially if you want to start the new year right.
I’ve just discovered that I can publish to my blog directly from Ulysses, which means… I no longer have to use the horrible WordPress editor. Yes!
Anyway, it’s so good to have a blog. It’s just really nice to have a safe place to write in. It’s nice also to know that when people are here, they are here. And while they are here, they can choose to linger for as long as they want to or move on, but what they will never feel is the pressure to engage. No need to like, comment, or share. Because here, nobody cares about those things.
“I spent the whole day in my head
Do a little spring cleanin’
I’m always too busy dreamin’
Well, maybe I should wake up instead
A lot of things I regret, but I just say I forget
Why can’t it just be easy?
Why does everybody need me to stay?
Oh, I hate the feelin’
When you’re high, but you’re underneath the ceilin’
Got the cards in my hand, I hate dealin’, yeah
Get everything I need, then I’m gone, but it ain’t stealin’
Can I get a break?
I wish that I could just get out my goddamn way
What is there to say?
There ain’t a better time than today
Well, maybe I’ll lay down for a little, yeah
Instead of always tryin’ to figure everything out
And all I do is say sorry
Half the time I don’t even know what I’m sayin’ it about
Good news, good news, good news
That’s all they wanna hear
No, they don’t like it when I’m down
But when I’m flyin’, oh
It make ’em so uncomfortable
So different, what’s the difference?
When it ain’t that bad
It could always be worse
I’m runnin’ out of gas, hardly anything left
Hope I make it home from work
Well, so tired of bein’ so tired
Why I gotta build somethin’ beautiful just to go set it on fire?
I’m no liar, but
Sometimes the truth don’t sound like the truth
Maybe ’cause it ain’t
I just love the way it sound when I say it, yeah
It’s what I do
If you know me, it ain’t anything new
Wake up to the moon, haven’t seen the sun in a while
But I heard that the sky’s still blue, yeah
I heard they don’t talk about me too much no more
And that’s the problem with a closed door
Good news, good news, good news
That’s all they wanna hear
No, they don’t like it when I’m down
But when I’m flyin’, oh
It make ’em so uncomfortable
So different, what’s the difference?
There’s a whole lot more for me waitin’ on the other side
I’m always wonderin’ if it feel like summer
I know maybe I’m too late, I could make it there some other time
I’ll finally discover
That there’s a whole lot more for me waitin’
That there’s a whole lot more for me waitin’
I know maybe I’m too late, I could make it there some other time
Then I’ll finally discover
That it ain’t that bad, ain’t so bad
Well, it ain’t that bad, mm
At least it don’t gotta be no more
No more, no more, no more, no more
No more, no more, no more, no more
Hey, hey
Mm, hey, mm, mm, mm”
A wonderful night of the warmest friendship. Merry Christmas and happy new year, my friends (if you’re reading this, you’re a friend, even if we haven’t met before).
PS: All photos by my Fujifilm X100V of course 😉
I can’t stop admiring my new camera. And somehow, this gold soft release button looks quite good on this particular body (normally I’d have gone for black or red).