Woman Reading, Henri Matisse Oil on Canvas 1894
Back in 2013
I revisited The Great Gatsby for the first time since sophomore year of high school.
The point was to tell the handful of people who read this blog that at twenty-seven, I now had a better grasp of the novel than I did at fifteen.
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A dozen or so Hail Marys.
Today, during a meeting, I looked at my hands and was startled. They looked like hands that belonged to a forty-five old woman who still wore jewelry from her early twenties, before she could afford anything really nice.
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Tom is all about cosiness. And retirement. He works so he can afford to do cosy things both in New York and
all around the world. If he were single and on Tinder, I imagine he’d list his interests as “Beer, bitches, and cosiness. In front of a fireplace. Or on a boat.” Continue reading “Thom’s Thursday Thoughts on Cosiness”
Last week, I wrote about
Tom’s thoughts on working out. It only makes sense to follow up with Thom’s thoughts on watching other people exercising. Specifically, the players at the U.S. Open. Continue reading “Thom’s Thursday Thoughts on the U.S. Open”
Thom in front of the Famous Berry Donut Van in Berry, New South Wales, shortly after he worked out for the last time.
When I first met Tom, he was more or less “in shape.”
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Last night, in a bout of writer’s block/what am I doing with my life despair, (after spending the evening complaining to Tom about not writing and then watching two hours of Sci-Fi TV (“The Expanse”), I logged onto the New York Public Library website and downloaded two books to my Kindle: by Paul Kalanithi and When Breath Becomes Air , by Haruki Murakami. What I Talk About When I Talk About Running
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View from our apartment balcony.
When I travel, it’s hard not to compare where I am with places I’ve been. It’s probably not the best habit – Paris will always be Paris and London
my eternal city – but it’s a way of narrowing down the long list of places I’d like to return to, again and again.
Continue reading “Bravo, Costa Brava”
My dad puts marmalade on his turkey sandwiches.
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