"Empathy is really important. … Only when our clever brain and our human heart work together in harmony can we achieve our true potential."

Discovered from Brain Pickings.

09:34 pm, by cakeordeath  Comments

I occasionally want to take a photo of what I’m wearing and post it with #ootd on Instagram. But to get a full-length photo, I’d have to take the picture in my closet, where the big mirror is, and then I’d wind up captioning everything with “Trapped in the closet.” And I think that is not OK. 

08:24 am, by cakeordeath 1  |  Comments

My favorite books of 2013

My reading output has greatly diminished in recent years. I intend to fix that. Until then, here are the best books I read in 2013:

"The Lowland," by Jhumpa Lahiri. This got off to a slow start, but I finished it yesterday in an epic five-hour stretch. Lovely.

"Telegraph Avenue," by Michael Chabon. I would never call his writing "beautiful," but that’s only because it’s the wrong word. Every single sentence is perfectly put together. Phenomenal characters.

"Stories," by Alice Munro. The final four stories are generally autobiographical, the first she’s ever written in that vein. They are absolutely wonderful. She’s a master (and Nobel knows it).

"Life," by Keith Richards. This was so fun to read; I only wish it had come out sooner.

"Wild," by Cheryl Strayed. I really enjoyed this. I do not enjoy the meta conversation about it. Good for her for completing her epic trek.

Honorable mention: “Iodine,” by Haven Kimmel. Dark. Weird. Good.

02:15 am, by cakeordeath  Comments

Sometimes you take the wrong way home. Sometimes the data that helps you make a decision about which way to go home isn’t good, or quick enough, or changes en route. Sometimes you get home after a long day and a long ride home and stand in the kitchen making everything you can think of. Bread, pasta, stir-fry. Wine. Cookie butter. Cheese slices.

Sometimes it’s just like that.

08:31 am, by cakeordeath  Comments

Drunk guy at The National concert last night: “Being there. Man, that’s no good.”

It took me a minute. Oh, “Being There.”

Go home, drunk guy, you’re drunk.

08:50 pm, by cakeordeath 1  |  Comments

From Vietnam, two years ago

I just stepped out of a cab after dinner, and a woman in a pointed straw hat carrying a couple of baskets spotted me.

"Hello!" she shouted, and stepped up to the open door.

I ignored her and walked toward my hotel. She tried again.

"Bananas?" she whispered quietly, changing the ploy altogether.

04:00 pm, by cakeordeath 2  |  Comments

An incomplete life list

This is an unfinished life list that I’ve had sitting in drafts for … at least two years, because some of these are completed now. So here’s my now-updated, unfinished (both in items to be included, as well as completion of items) life list, just as a checkpoint now.

  • Run a marathon
  • Hike the Himalayas (amemded to: see the Himalayas)
  • Visit Rome, the Vatican, see the Sistene Chapel and Pieta (DONE!)
  • Learn to play chess
  • Drive a Zamboni
  • Do an Ironman 
  • Write a book
  • Read “Les Miserables” (considering removing)
  • Sell a photo (DONE!)

I plan to think on this some more and really update it soon.

08:00 am, by cakeordeath  Comments