Aug 28

“We’re meat—fragile and finite. But joy is survival.” — VICE | Molly Crabapple, “We Must Risk Delight After a Summer Full of Monsters”

Aug 26

beouija:

Illustration for a complicated article about the legend of John Henry, the appropriation of black music by white people, and violence toward black people by whites. For The Oxford American.
I write a little bit about making this piece here and here.

Eleanor Davis is a lady/human I admire.

beouija:

Illustration for a complicated article about the legend of John Henry, the appropriation of black music by white people, and violence toward black people by whites. For The Oxford American.

I write a little bit about making this piece here and here.

Eleanor Davis is a lady/human I admire.

Aug 25

“Contemporary historians report that at the peak of the Antonine Plague, 2,000 people were dying every day in Rome. If the explanation the Romans came up with seems a little silly, it’s difficult to fault them for it. There had to be some cause for the catastrophe, they reasoned. If so many people were dying each day, it must be because they’d done something they shouldn’t have; offended a god, opened a hole in a temple that should have remained closed. It is infinitely more terrifying to imagine that such calamity can befall us entirely by chance.” — New Republic | Emily St. John Mandel, “Why Do We Fear Ebola and Pandemics?”

Aug 20

Charlie, last night. “I WOULD PREFER NOT TO.”

Charlie, last night. “I WOULD PREFER NOT TO.”

Aug 18

It was a bad week on the heels of a bad month. If you are reading this in real time I hardly have to tell you about it, but in case you aren’t: Gaza, Ukraine, Ebola, Michael Brown, Robin Williams, Ferguson, Ferguson, Ferguson—what am I missing? Probably a lot. Anyway, there was all of this, and then suddenly the lamp situation in my dining room became untenable.
On stress-nesting, at The Billfold.

It was a bad week on the heels of a bad month. If you are reading this in real time I hardly have to tell you about it, but in case you aren’t: Gaza, Ukraine, Ebola, Michael Brown, Robin Williams, Ferguson, Ferguson, Ferguson—what am I missing? Probably a lot. Anyway, there was all of this, and then suddenly the lamp situation in my dining room became untenable.

On stress-nesting, at The Billfold.

Aug 12

“Very few of my tattoos are sui generis. The sum of them, however, is me. I regret none. Of course, there is still some time to feel differently. For now, what I rue most days is not what I’ve put on my skin, but what I’ve put on the Internet. Cached, reblogged, and saved by others, the photos of my tattoos will stick around after I’m gone, while the tattoos themselves will perish when I do. Sometimes I wish I could disappear my online presence altogether when I die—but I can’t, so instead I daydream about cremation, about the way my old skin will burn up like a diary.” — Vogue Daily | Sarah Nicole Prickett, “A Life In Pictures” (via Evie)

Jul 22

Kimball House, last night. If you have the opportunity to join anything that could be described as “a coven,” I recommend it.

Kimball House, last night. If you have the opportunity to join anything that could be described as “a coven,” I recommend it.

Jul 08

“No matter how iconic she became, Joplin was always judged as a woman: audiences embraced her talent but never forgave her for using it. Jagger and Lennon were met backstage by adoring fans willing to do anything for their company, but while Joplin had her fun, Echols describes a scene that typifies her frequent desolation: after acing her New York debut, at the Anderson Theater, Joplin found herself alone as her bandmates in Big Brother and the Holding Company went off to party. She wandered to a dive bar, where a journalist approached her; as she complained to him about the guys in the group, he “fantasized shutting her up with the ultimate put-down: ‘You forget you have acne.’”” — The Believer | Alexandra Molotkow, “Without You I’m Nothing”

Jul 07

Over at Matter, I have a little piece about how stupidly much I love my dog but how my dog is not my baby and definitely not my “furbaby.” The illustration by Tim Enthoven is fantastic (and, for the record, not an accurate portrayal of Joe, Charlie, or myself—though for some reason Joe is most interested in distancing himself from the Crocs, less from the mega-short-shorts).

Over at Matter, I have a little piece about how stupidly much I love my dog but how my dog is not my baby and definitely not my “furbaby.” The illustration by Tim Enthoven is fantastic (and, for the record, not an accurate portrayal of Joe, Charlie, or myself—though for some reason Joe is most interested in distancing himself from the Crocs, less from the mega-short-shorts).

Jun 29

Front porch, Saturday night.

Front porch, Saturday night.

Jun 27

“I used to believe that hurting would make you more alive to the hurting of others. I used to believe in feeling bad because somebody else did. Now I’m not so sure of either. I know that being in the hospital made me selfish. Getting surgeries made me think mainly about whether I’d have to get another one. When bad things happened to other people, I imagined them happening to me. I didn’t know if this was empathy or theft.” — The Believer | Leslie Jamison, “The Empathy Exams”

Jun 19

Rebecca Mock, “Nothing To Do In This Heat But Sleep” (via)

Rebecca Mock, “Nothing To Do In This Heat But Sleep” (via)

Jun 16

ownerseyes:

Rachael & Charlie.

Hello.

ownerseyes:

Rachael & Charlie.

Hello.

Jun 13

Last night was so fun and Brooke Hatfield is like a Flannery-level goddess and if you’re at the Atlanta Zine Fest this weekend you should get yourself one of these beauts. Art by Natalie Nelson and Emily Wallace and Alvin Diec and so many other wonderful humans!

Last night was so fun and Brooke Hatfield is like a Flannery-level goddess and if you’re at the Atlanta Zine Fest this weekend you should get yourself one of these beauts. Art by Natalie Nelson and Emily Wallace and Alvin Diec and so many other wonderful humans!

Jun 09

The Oxford American | Best of Eyes on the South - Walker Pickering

The Oxford American | Best of Eyes on the South - Walker Pickering

(Source: theoxfordamerican)