“The universe wants to be noticed”
The Fault in Our Stars by John Green. A rare and incredibly beautiful book. A story of two “cancer kids” it should be devastating (and it certainly made me cry)—but […]
View ArticleThe Year of Magical Thinking, Joan Didion
Joan Didion’s memoir about the sudden death of her husband at a time when her daughter was critically ill in an ICU is beautifully devastating. Joan Didion and John Dunne were […]
View ArticleTurn Your Shit In
I started reading Ben Horowitz‘s The Hard Thing About Hard Things and I came across this little gem: I will never forget the first team meeting with head coach Chico Mendoza. Coach Mendoza […]
View ArticleWild Geese by Mary Oliver
You do not have to be good. You do not have to walk on your knees For a hundred miles through the desert, repenting. You only have to let the […]
View ArticleNew Find: The New Yorker Fiction Podcast
Somehow I ended up agreeing to run a half marathon with only a few weeks to train. Knowing I would need some serious motivation to stay on the treadmill, I downloaded some podcasts. […]
View ArticleWonderful Things I’ve Read This Week
I never had the sense that there was an end. That there was a retirement or that there was a jackpot. Leonard Cohen in Songwriters on Songwriting, from Brain Pickings. Was […]
View ArticleThe Most Wanted Man in the World
For at least one day last week, the internet went bananas for Wired’s profile of Edward Snowden (or at least my Twitter feed did). It’s a great profile, with beautiful photography. A […]
View ArticleIf Anyone Asks, I’m Training To Be a Fish
I read something the other day that I can’t stop thinking about. This Is What Happens to Your Heart When You Dive Into the Sea, a Buzzfeed piece by James […]
View ArticleThe Strange, Terrible, Neverendingness of Human Beings
Richard Flanagan‘s The Narrow Road to the Deep North is the only Australian book to be shortlisted for this year’s Man Booker Prize. It’s a masterpiece. We follow Dorrigo Evans, a […]
View Article“I Have Wasted My Life”
This poem is one of David Mitchell’s favourite passages, according to a piece in The Atlantic. He explains: “For me, the poem’s chief value is as a reminder to stay inside the […]
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