Epic lunch today, and check out this studly bearded man who served us ants. (at noma)



Who made the world?

Who made the swan, and the black bear?

Who made the grasshopper?

This grasshopper, I mean—

the one who has flung herself out of the grass,

the one who is eating sugar out of my hand,

who is moving her jaws back and forth instead of up and down—

who is gazing around with her enormous and complicated eyes.

Now she lifts her pale forearms and thoroughly washes her face.

Now she snaps her wings open, and floats away.

I don’t know exactly what a prayer is.

I do know how to pay attention, how to fall down

into the grass, how to kneel down in the grass,

how to be idle and blessed, how to stroll through the fields,

which is what I have been doing all day.

Tell me, what else should I have done?

Doesn’t everything die at last, and too soon?

Tell me, what is it you plan to do

with your one wild and precious life?

Mary Oliver in New and Selected Poems

Song: “The Origin of Love” by Neil Patrick Harris (Hedwig and the Angry Inch Original Broadway Cast Recording)

James Franco and Patti Smith reading Walt Whitman. Rowdy crowd for a poetry reading. #rockaway! (at Fort Tilden Beach)



"You can’t use up creativity. The more you use, the more you have."
—Maya Angelou

Read more on Maya Angelou over on The Reconstructionists, a collaboration between illustrator Lisa Congdon and writer Maria Popova. The Reconstructionists is a yearlong celebration of remarkable women—beloved artists, writers, and scientists, as well as notable unsung heroes—who have changed the way we define ourselves as a culture and live our lives as individuals of any gender.

Find out more about the project here.

RIP Maya Angelou: April 4, 1928—May 28, 2014

Karoshi vs. Arbejdsglæde

I am fascinated by languages, and particularly words that cannot be easily or directly translated from their native tongue.  (Is there a word to describe these words?! Some language should look into that.)

Like, sobremesa, in Spanish, which is the act of sitting around and talking once one as finished a meal.  Or hygge, in Danish, which essentially means to be cozy when its cold outside.

In an effort to learn a few other Danish words, I came across arbejdsglæde, which more or less means gladness at work.  Shocking that English hasn’t come up with a word like this. 

Japanese, however, has karoshi which basically means death by overwork.

This happiness at work blog, not suprisingly written by a Dane, talks a little bit more about arbejdsglæde.

Say that three times fast.


Picasso on Matisse and how creativity works:

Matisse does a drawing, then he recopies it. He recopies it five times, ten times, each time with cleaner lines. He is persuaded that the last one, the most spare, is the best, the purest, the definitive one; and yet, usually it’s the first. When it comes to drawing, nothing is better than the first sketch.

Above, MoMA curators used X-ray technology to reveal the many iterations behind Henri Matisse’s painting ‘Bathers by a River,’ on which the painter worked for eight years between 1909 and 1917.

More here.

(Source: explore-blog)

“The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn, like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes ‘Awww!’” Jack Keroac, On The Road.


"The higher up you go, the more mistakes you are allowed. Right at the top, if you make enough of them, it’s considered to be your style." — Fred Astaire


"The higher up you go, the more mistakes you are allowed. Right at the top, if you make enough of them, it’s considered to be your style." — Fred Astaire