The Kinds of People You Can Date « Thought Catalog →
Wow, I mostly find talk of love and dating online to be to driven towards the finding or the keeping of it, very rarely about the abstractions and patterns, and I mean that in the best way possible. This? I’ve done these things and been all of these people, on both sides, and for once, reading about it doesn’t make me sad about my failures but kind of awed, in that “wow,...
Thought and Memory, Doctor Who-style
I’m thinking a lot about memory these days, and the ways in which it shapes us. Listening to a RadioLab piece, I hear this phrase, “Memory is recreated, rebuilt everytime we remember something.” We make our memories, forming the chain of proteins to build again an event or a moment in time. We’re our own game of telephone, constantly altering tiny details until the...
I bought my step-mother “Persepolis” for Christmas, knowing how much she likes stories of people coming to the United States and finding themselves in the midst of their displacement. She enjoyed it thoroughly (after I convinced her she’d get used to the format). But it made me realize that there’s something a little lovely, but unsettling about such a nice WASP-y lady...
Marlowe is such a welcome addition to our house. He’s tiny and insane and sleek and sweet. He’s playful and absurd and sleeps like a noodle, all bendy and maleable. It’s a disconnect sometimes, seeing his little black body tear through the house and I desperately miss his predecessor. Georgie and I were incredibly co-dependent, and I try not to lay any expectations of...
Operation Pothole aims to plug 15,000 potholes... →
tumblangeles: And you thought normal traffic was bad. Call 311 to report a pothole. Maybe they’ll actually fix it. -suburbanmike This is why we pay our taxes! So that my happy little Mazda doesn’t fall in to a pothole and die, screaming all the way. So many potholes between my home and my office.
5 Essential Books about Los Angeles →
I haven’t read any of these, but I’m dying to read “Tattoos on the Heart”, and I got the Laura Hillebrand for Christmas but left it with my step-mother so she could read it first while I finished “The Worst Hard Time.” I’m always pro-LA books. And now I’m trying to figure out what books set in or about LA are my favorite.