Showing posts with label books. Show all posts
Showing posts with label books. Show all posts

Saying nothing, eating


“People talk about the happy quiet that can exist between two loves, but this, too, was great; sitting between his sister and his brother, saying nothing, eating. Before the world existed, before it was populated, and before there were wars and jobs and colleges and movies and clothes and opinions and foreign travel -- before all of these things there had been only one person, Zora, and only one place: a tent in the living room made from chairs and bed-sheets. After a few years, Levi arrived; space was made for him; it was as if he had always been. Looking at them both now, Jerome found himself in their finger joints and neat conch ears, in their long legs and wild curls. He heard himself in their partial lisps caused by puffy tongues vibrating against slightly noticeable buckteeth. He did not consider if or how or why he loved them. They were just love: they were the first evidence he ever had of love, and they would be the last confirmation of love when everything else fell away.” 

Quote by Zadie Smith, On Beauty.
Photo by Natsumi Akatsuka.

Made my way to the dance floor, danced til I wasn't drunk anymore

This is quite a cute coffee shop in Singapore called The Reading Room, and I would very much like to go, sit and read. Books, coffee, city, architecture, sounds perfect to me.

Photos from Cafehopping. Post title from Is Your Love Big Enough? by Lianne La Havas.





I had nothing to lose and I had nothing to prove

Yesterday my friend met up with me during my lunch break to check out the Poetry Foundation's free exhibit, Images of Afghanistan.  The exhibit showcased landays, a form of oral folk poetry that is often one of the few forms of expression for women in Afghanistan. The exhibit is over now, but definitely check out the articles on Pulitzercenter.org because these poems should be read.

The exhibit was small and simple but informative.  What I really enjoyed was the space, the physical building of the Poetry Foundation. I had applied for an internship there a few years ago to no success so that's a little awkward now. But man, wouldn't it be amazing to work in that space. I will definitely have to come back during my lunch breaks to sit and read some Adrienne Rich in that library. Yep, Chicago has some gems.

Post title from I Wanna Go by Summer Heart.



The heart surges


From time to time, 


when a piece of music no one has ever written, 


or a painting no one has ever painted, 


or something else impossible to predict, fathom, or yet describe takes place, 




a new feeling enters the world.




And then, for the millionth time in the history of feeling, 


the heart surges, and absorbs the impact."




Nicole Krauss (The History of Love) 

To speak a better story



 "I think this is when most people give up on their stories. They come out of college wanting to change the world, wanting to get married, wanting to have kids and change the way people buy office supplies. But they get into the middle and discover it was harder than they thought. They can't see the distant shore anymore, and they wonder if their paddling is moving them forward. None of the trees behind them are getting smaller and none of the trees ahead are getting bigger. They take it out on their spouses, and they go looking for an easier story."

"We live in a world where bad stories are told, stories that teach us life doesn't mean anything and that humanity has no great purpose. It's a good calling, then, to speak a better story. How brightly a better story shines. How easily the world looks to it in wonder. How grateful we are to hear these stories, and how happy it makes us to repeat them."

"He said to me I was a tree in a story about a forest, and that it was arrogant of me to believe any differently. And he told me the story of the forest is better than the story of the tree."

- A Million Miles in a Thousand Years by Donald Miller (one of my favorites)

If this isn’t nice, I don’t know what is.



And I urge you to please notice when you are happy, 
and exclaim or murmur or think at some point, 

‘If this isn’t nice, I don’t know what is.’

- Kurt Vonnegut, A Man Without a Country

The silent smell of paper



You know that amazing smell when you receive your books for class and you flip through them? That scent of crisp paper as you put your nose in a freshly printed book. Pure ecstasy.

Well they did it. They made a scent for it. It is called Paper Passion, made by Geza Schoen, Gerhard Steidl, and Wallpaper magazine, with packaging by Karl Lagerfield and Steidl. I don't know what I love more, the perfume or the packaging.

Now all they need to invent is clean laundry scent and coffee bean scent.

I must give credit to my sister for showing me this beautiful perfume. 




Now I'm pointed north, hoping for the shore



So I turned 20 this weekend. Woah there. I am really happy to be this age. I'm old enough to be responsible. But young enough to be forgiven if not responsible ;)

It turned out to be a much better weekend than I expected. Some highlights: Skyping a friend I miss and haven't seen for so long. Being surprised by friends with cupcakes at the Tuileries Garden. Checking out the cutest English bookstore and later treating myself to Junot Díaz's new book. Dancing to old songs at an adorable Parisienne bar that night. Walking through the Palace of Versailles on Saturday and getting angry at their placement of modern art in the Hall of Mirrors. Eating cheese and drinking wine by a canal for dinner. Going to my first Parisien club and realizing that I like pop songs much better than electro. Taking the night bus for the first time. Going shopping in Le Marais and running into a parade of drunk and high teenagers. 

This city is pretty great. The only thing it needs is to-go coffee, and all would be perfect.

Photo from Tumblr, this is the bookstore in Paris that I can't stop thinking about. Post title from If I Had a Boat by James Vincent McMorrow.

But Paris was a very old city



It was a wonderful meal at Michaud's after we got in; but when we had finished and there was no question of hunger any more the feeling that had been like hunger when we were on the bridge was still there when we caught the bus home. It was there when we came in the room and after we had gone to bed and made love in the dark, it was there. When I woke with the windows open and the moonlight on the roofs of the tall houses, it was there. I put my face away from the moonlight into the shadow but I could not sleep and lay awake thinking about it. We had both wakened twice in the night and my wife slept sweetly now with the moonlight on her face. I had to try to think out and I was too stupid. Life had seemed so simple that morning when I had wakened and found the false spring and heard the pipes of the man with his herd of goats and gone out and bought the racing paper.

But Paris was a very old city and we were young and nothing was simple there, not even poverty nor sudden money, nor the moonlight, nor right and wrong nor the breathing of someone who lay beside you in the moonlight.

A Moveable Feast - Ernest Hemingway

We accept the love we think we deserve

The Perks of Being a Wallflower is now a movie. They captured one of my favorite lines from the book perfectly in the trailer. I think it's gonna be good.


And I know I could be more clever

What a day. Technically I enjoyed a lovely 3 course meal at Cafe Spiaggia downtown, then bought two pairs of boots at Topshop.... BUT:


It is restaurant week (so cheaper prices on fine dining), and the boots were over 80% off... we walked into the store simply to use the bathroom, and the manager decided to reduce all the boots on a whim right when we were passing by. Excellent timing.


Yeah life is good.


Anywhoo I have almost wrapped up my class reading for the quarter aka I can read whatever I want!! And I am only taking classes part time next quarter and will have longish commutes to the city during the week, so I will be reading so so much. Yes. Check out this photography by Juliette Tang. She takes photos of life and literature.









Post title from Out on the Town by Fun.

Run deep, run wild

Oh Chicago.  This weekend I finally went to Wicker Park with my friend :)  I really like the neighborhood, although it was too darn cold to check everything out.  One great place we wandered into was Myopic Books, a lovely used-book store.  We had a light lunch at Forno (if you're wondering, the pizza was excellent) and attempted to shop at Steve Madden and Marc Jacobs, but then realized we had no money (I mean a $50 ring at Marc Jacobs?! no thanks).  Here are a few photos (taken by me) of the Milwaukee, Damen, North intersection downtown, my friend at lunch, and the bookstore.  Post title from I Follow Rivers by Lykke Li.







Let me be and let me live

I just snatched the window seats at Noble Tree, my favorite coffee shop in Chicago :)  Success.  The view is beautiful... I would much rather look out at snow covered streets then walk through it.

Anywhoo I've started reading Ulysses by James Joyce for one of my classes... and dang that book is dense. I feel like I'm reading an encyclopedia, but without the explanations.  But I get so much satisfaction in reading not because of Joyce's brilliance, but really because my copy of the book is so lovely.  It is a light blue hard cover with simple font.

Before you laugh at how silly I am for being obsessed with a book's appearance, check this girl out. She dressed up as her Ulysses book.  I admire her :)



That cover page is amazing. No one can argue with that.  Speaking of beautiful and simple graphic design, check out this movie poster for Never Let Me Go.  I love.

The in between bits

1.  Yesterday I watched Like Crazy for the second time and finished The Blind Assassin by Margaret Atwood... I would not recommend doing those two things on the same day. I was an emotional mess. You know that feeling you get when all you can do is lay in bed and listen to The Trapeze Swinger by Iron & Wine on repeat?  Oh wait... ugh why do I have so many feelings? 


The poem from Like Crazy:
I thought I understood it
That I could grasp it
But I didn’t, not really
I knew the smudgeness of it
The pink-slippered-all-containered-semi-precious eagerness of it
I didn’t realize it would sometimes be more than whole
The wholeness was a rather luxurious idea
Because its the halves that halve you in half
Didn’t know, don’t know about the in between bits
The gory bits of you
And gory bits of me 


2.  Alright enough with the feelings.  I really like this music video of We Found Love by Rihanna.  Please don't judge me.  This music video is actually really good... its like a condensed episode of Skins (and reminds me slightly of this music video).

Summer Reading, the good kind :)

As I am packing for college slash staring at my overflowing suitcase that looks like it is about to eat me alive, I am trying to think if I got anything done this summer.  Not really.  I had this huge list of books I wanted to get through... didn't really happen.  But I will give you my opinion on the extremely few books I did read.


The History of Love by Nicole Krauss:  Clearly this book is about love.  Different stories are interwoven together, and the end leaves you hanging... in a good way.  I really liked it, definitely recommend it!  Her writing style is very similar to Jonathan Safran Foer, no surprised they are married. 


"Once upon a time there was a boy who loved a girl, and her laughter was a question he wanted to spend his whole life answering."  Adorbs.
As I Lay Dying by William Faulkner:  Oof this one was a beast to get through.  I spent half my summer reading this.  I probably read each page five times, spending the whole reading experience in confusion.  I'm glad I read it, but I think this is the kind of book you want to take a class on or write a paper about.  Too much there for a summer read, but I'm proud of myself for getting through it :)


"I am I and you are you and I know it and you dont know it and you could do so much for me if you just would and if you just would then I could tell you and then nobody would have to know it except you and me and Darl."  What?! Now you get my frustration.


Kafka on the Shore by Haruki Murakami:  Weird book.  I am not really one for the whole supernatural thing... old men talking to cats and forests containing a whole different existence.  I don't really know the meaning of half of anything in this book, but I still loved it.  He is a great writer.


"Beyond the edge of the world there’s a space where emptiness and substance neatly overlap, where past and future form a continuous, endless loop. And, hovering about, there are signs no one has ever read, chords no one has ever heard."


Identical by Ellen Hopkins:  Surprisingly the person who recommended As I Lay Dying also recommended this book to me... let me clarify: they are complete opposites haha!  I really liked this book though!  It is a young adult novel that is super dark and depressing.  Upon finishing you get the reaction: woah what just happened?!  And it is a really fast read.  I am talkin 400 pages in three days.  Granted the novel is written as a list of poems.
Slowness by Milan Kundera:  For those of you Unbearable Lightness of Being fans, this does not disappoint.  The writing is much more lighthearted and mocking, but just as insightful.  He makes you laugh at how pathetic humanity and you for that matter are.


"The degree of slowness is directly proportional to the intensity of memory; the degree of speed is directly proportional to the intensity of forgetting."
Little Bird of Heaven by Joyce Carol Oates:  Ok I am cheating here... I just started this book, but I can already tell this is gonna be a good one.  I've only read one other book by her, A Garden of Earthly Delights, which was so freakin good.  Really dark.  She is such a good writer, like you almost wanna eat the words off the page... just kidding... or am I?  Good thing Princeton rejected me because I would be her number one stalker on campus.  Then I would steal Jonathan Safran Foer's Senior Thesis that inspired Everything is Illuminated.  You think I'm joking, but I'm not.






Well if you are one of the few who read my blog and actually made it to the end of this post, I am really honored.

You suddenly complete me









I love these pictures of home life from these two photographers: Idha Lindhag and Christine Rudolph.  My favorite is this last one, wouldn't it be great to wake up in that bed?  I'd just sit there for hours reading with a cup of coffee.  I like to think there would be no bugs :)


Title from Hysteric by Yeah Yeah Yeahs.

It's gettin hot in here...



Little things that make me happy right now in this two week lull before college starts again: reading (I am actually reading said book in photo, Kafka on the Shore... funny),



high heels and highwaisted belts (to be honest my current fashion choices have not been at all this cute, more like shorts and t shirts, that is what too much time and tv on my hands does to me),




bright nails (doesn't just looking at this picture make you wanna jump into a pool and eat a watermelon?!),




being uber organized (did you know.... there is a blog solely dedicated to all things organized, my level of my excitement at this finding was scary and probably not mentally healthy).




This inspiring quote has nothing to do with above list of happy things, I just like it.  Happy last days of summer :)