there’s so much to see on the internet.
here are some of my recent favorite finds – recipients of my use-em-or-lose-em
of the weekies
picture of the week:
do you remember the day you realized that at the end of the street where the gibson’s giant dog barked at everything that moved, there was a whole new street of kids and bikes and secret worlds and basketball hoops in cul-de-sacs, apart from you and whirring on all the time just out of sight? a place apart, but after a summer with that street in your territory, it felt familiar. you knew the potholes. old hat. home base. but what about the next street?
i got a postcard this week from fayetteville, a picture and a voice message, too. what i want more than anything is not to move on from my time there but to let it really soak in my bones and move along with it still on my skin. i put the postcard on my fridge, with a few other favorite places, and i carry the rest of it into tomorrow.
it’s the things that can’t fit into tidy boxes that are the hardest to pack away in the attic. for that i am ever so grateful.
watch this! of the week:
you might have guessed it by now – i’m an extrovert (enfj).
in fact, i really admire the true introvert. i, too, want to go to the wilderness alone and find my energy in the stillness, but the extrovert in me often just wants to take you with me and show you the sky.
yet like susan cain says in her incredible ted talk, nearly 30% of the people around me are introverts, including many of the people i love and interact with most.
and even as a natural extrovert, her reflections on life as an introvert in an extrovert’s world make me wonder what kind of self-negating choices i’m making so reflexively i don’t even notice. i’m also encouraged to nurture the introverted side of myself, to further balance my own inner world and creativity.
you should watch this talk. i can’t wait to hear her speak at blissdom.
why i love the internet of the week:
the jack donaghy insult generator
good god, lemon!
soon-to-be-recipe of the week:
i haven’t made this yet, but i’m so entranced by the idea, i can almost taste it. these will be on my plate next week, maybe for an early valentine’s dinner before my trip . . . .
what-do-you-know? of the week:
i’m heading to portland for the first time next week, and while i know the dream of the 90s is alive there, i’m short on food and sight recommendations. i’ll be in the convention center during the day, but hope to explore the city on my own in the evenings.
tell me – what do you know about portland? what should i not miss?
words of the week:
Give me hunger,O you gods that sit and giveThe world its orders.Give me hunger, pain and want,Shut me out with shame and failureFrom your doors of gold and fame,Give me your shabbiest, weariest hunger!
But leave me a little love,A voice to speak to me in the day end,A hand to touch me in the dark roomBreaking the long loneliness.In the dusk of day-shapesBlurring the sunset,One little wandering, western starThrust out from the changing shores of shadow.Let me go to the window,Watch there the day-shapes of duskAnd wait and know the comingOf a little love.