What better way to start the week than unexpected photographs of animals being amusing from the 2022 Comedy Wildlife Photography Awards.
Who wouldn’t love to spend an afternoon riding a tourist train in Japan’s verdant countryside powered by leftover ramen broth.
This past week here in the U.S. of A. we have been celebrating our Thanksgiving holiday. In recent years this has become an increasingly fraught project for many of us who recognize the horrific tragedy of the European colonization of the Americas. On a brighter note, there has been a recent revival of support for indigenous people and cultures, including a new found appreciation of native foods. Last week, the Indigenous-owned restaurant ʔálʔal Cafe opened in Seattle, joining other Native-owned eateries in the city like the pop-up Native Soul and acclaimed food truck Off the Rez. You can read all about it here.
From the diary of the Nobel Laureate in the PARIS REVIEW: From ‘Diary, 1988’ by Annie Ernaux, translated by Alison L. Strayer and new in our Spring 2022 issue.
CHAPTER 1. Loomings.
Call me Ishmael. Some years ago – it’s none of your business how many – being mostly broke, and bored with the land part of the world, I thought I would sail around a little and look at the watery part of the world. I’m probably the most mentally healthy person you know. Whenever I feel my face getting grim; whenever it is a damp, drizzly November in my soul; whenever I find myself accidentally reading the ads in the window of funeral homes, and following funeral processions through traffic; and especially when I’m hangry, and only my extremely strong moral principles stop me from deliberately going out in public and methodically slapping people’s earbuds out – then I know it’s high time to get to sea, ASAP. This is my substitute for getting in fights. I’m too mentally healthy to kill myself; I quietly and considerately put myself on a ship and sail myself away instead. There is nothing surprising in this. Everyone feels exactly the same way, and if they don’t, they’re lying.
You think I’m lying? Exhibit A: a city. Go to your local coastal city. Everyone is looking at the water. They drive over from other neighborhoods just to come to the water. They make a day of it. They’re not doing anything, they’re just staring at the ocean. Why? Is it because they all work office jobs? No! Here come more of them! They cram themselves up to the edge of the water and stare at it. WHAT DO THEY WANT? WHAT ARE THEY LOOKING AT. Perhaps the ships themselves all packed together, each one with several compasses on it, creates some kind of critical mass – all of the small compass-magnets on all the ships in the harbor combining into one really big magnetic field – and the people get sucked into the field and trapped there. That’s science.
Exhibit 2: the countryside with lakes in it. Every path you follow in the countryside brings you to some water, such as a stream. There is magic in it. If you take your standard fool with ADHD dissociating in the middle of a supermarket and put them outside and give them a shove, they’ll automatically lead you to water (if there is any nearby) (try it). Another good experiment to try is to get lost in the great American desert in a caravan supplied with a metaphysical professor! Try it
in the great American desert at home!
Yes, as everyone knows, meditation and water are a match made in heaven. Married forever. That’s science.
I Don’t Know What I am Doing
“I don’t know what I’m doing. And if you don’t know what to do, there’s actually a chance of doing something new. As long as you know what you’re doing, nothing much of interest is going to happen.”
– Philip Glass
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Just what I needed early this morning. Sitting giggling by the hospice bedside of my 90 year old mother who loved little more than cute animal pics and this feels so right. Thanks.