Archive for the ‘me’ Category
Of course you are that keen that you wish to know about pre-ordering the anthology, The Good Mother Myth with my piece in it, along with pieces from Christy Turlington Burns, Jessica Valenti, Jennifer Baumgardner, Soraya Chemaly, KJ Dell’ Antonia, Deborah Siegel, T.F. Charlton and many others from either Amazon or indie bookshops.
Of course you are.
.. the pseudo-mandatory self-fashioning of social media and what he sardonically calls “the absolute abdication of responsibility for living” represented by all those bestselling “bucket-list” books that instruct us on “the 1,000 movies to see before we die”.
For him, the antidote to all of that is sleep and also its cousin daydream or “reverie”. At the end of the book, Crary waxes poetic about this and laments that few people these days besides New Agers are interested in their dreams. Crary complains that films such as The Matrix portray societies of sleepers as inert and duped and so work as propaganda for 24/7. So, too, he argues, do films such as Inception, in portraying dreams as, in essence, like movies: in theory, commodifiable and “sharable”.
This is a great review for a very thought-provoking book at New Statesman.
But nobody cares about your dreams. Having said that, I recently figured out the meaning of a dream I had more than ten years ago that had stuck uncomfortably in my mind since. I’ll spare you the details… but, I’m figured out now.
This dresser belonged to a distant relative and I bought it (for ‘family prices’) at the estate sale. I own an antique, what a peculiar feeling. I asked for some information about the woman who used to own it and I just received the loveliest email about her.
This book is coming out in early 2014… and I have a piece in it. I will provide more details (ie. plug the shit out of it) closer to the time… but this is just a quick announcement to say !look!!
I am split over this one. I admit to desiring a standing desk but I also agree with every word of this sitter’s manifesto, and as the author points out, this debate is about so much more than just your posture while you’re writing. I love this article:
What’s new is the entry of the medical establishment into the debate on the side of the standers, lending their preference an annoying air of moral superiority. The years the standers gain in longevity, though, are offset by lost pride: Is there a better symbol of corporate obeisance than the standing desk? Set aside writers for a moment, whose work routines are relatively idiosyncratic. Of course the long, stationary workdays of most Americans are unhealthy. The solution should not be to sit less, but to work less. If sitting is as bad as the doctors say—and I’m sure it is!—then why not prescribe longer lunch breaks, shorter hours, and more vacation? You can still be chained to a standing desk. Is it any surprise that its biggest fans are the paternalist creeps of Silicon Valley?
From Ben Crair with “Screw your standing desk! A sitter’s manifesto” in New Republic.
Bush lemons – so wonderfully knobbly.
Self-sown cherry tomatoes appearing in the lawn.
Guinea pig enjoying the sunshine.
The single best thing I have ever received in my mail box. This business card.
Since it arrived I have kept it for the past four years in my purse. I love it, the apostrophe especially. There are no contact details on it.