vol #38: cafe crushes, share house groups and no critical thoughts
i missed u
anyway, welcome back (okay, presumptuous of me!!!) to sent from my iphone with love, your hot links to epic things that i have found On The Line and the irl bit, which is hot reccos for Real Life Living™
a part of charles h. traub’s lunchtime portraits of new yorkers series
this is the online bit
share house groups
hard launch: i’m moving to london (if you have any contacts in the cool job department please hmu because i am entering retirement, but hoping to keep this stint of retirement shorter than longer. (i do strategy and writing stuff but open to anything fun)).
so because of the whole move thing, i needed to get someone in my room. this was done relatively quickly and painlessly, over a weekend that i was in limited reception, handled mostly (entirely) by my housemate/bff who loves me but i think will be glad to no longer have any stakes in my (in)ability to conduct administrative tasks.
despite these groups being of no practical interest to me now, i love looking at them. they’re another endeavour in anthropology, just like my beloved reality tv. i love seeing how people describe themselves, the astrology chat, how they spin the mould on the walls to be “homely”. never before have i seen such flagrant use of the word legends. it’s kinda like selling sunsets, if the oppenheimer group had shag cuts and stick and pokes, instead of thousand dollar dye jobs and bolt ons.
ugh, you can’t make this shit up <3
i love. stream of consciousness gorgeousness high art reviews of dj sets live from the club. you already know the geezer writing this down is wearing a three stripe tuxedo and a pair of freshies. nouveau trainspotting vibes. perfect.
kendall roy in da place
here’s a series of links to good and interesting things i’ve read recently
in case you wanted to read them too.
giving away my twin, the new yorker
password required: inside the secret underground of club music, no bells
two stops, n+1 magazine
more pics bc love so much thanks mr traub ily
this is the irl bit
massaman curry
curry does not get enough air time. when did it all become about pizzas and sandwiches?
not thinking critically about the weather and just enjoying it
i remember hearing a few years ago that the dutch have this word, that roughly translates to sun shame, where you feel guilty for enjoying the good weather in winter. i have tried to google this, and have not found any evidence the term ever existing. regardless, i’m pretty into it and will probably continue to tell people about this dutch word that exists…
on the weekend we frolicked in the park and then lay on the concrete slab at clovelly like lizards. grateful for the winter sun. so yummy. london will be a rude shock.
yum sun
cafe crushes
not only is it so important to have a local, it is so important to have a crush that either frequents or works at your local. mia and i have been putting in the hard yards at a cafe around the corner from work, going there most mornings to read or journal or have a detailed catch up on what happened overnight since we saw each other last (spoiler: not much).
this cafe is full of sleepy eyed boys who wear knitted jumpers and have mussed up hair who sit by themselves and read. i’m tired and i can read. we already have so much in common.
but truly, there is no excitement quite like the thrill of seeing your cafe crush appear on the horizon. is today the day you make eye contact? is today the day you give them your number? is today the day you say that witty one liner that makes you both fall in big crush? the answer is always no, because a) fantasy is better than reality b) we’re pussies. this will change in london. promise. but for now, i stay perving.
chat soon, diva!