Living alone,’ November whispered, ‘is a skill, like running long distance or programming old computers. You have to know parameters, protocols. You have to learn them so well that they become like a language: to have music always so that the silence doesn’t overwhelm you, to perform your work exquisitely well so that your time is filled. You have to allow yourself to open up until you are the exact size of the place you live, no more or else you get restless. No less, or else you drown. There are rules; there are ways of being and not being.
a “beautiful day”
and nothing was going to happen
the wind shook leaves
that did not fall
the moored boat did not sail
& the rain fell
on casual grass
everything was full
including the empty glass
—Maureen N. McLane, from “All Good”
Art Credit Joaquim Pla Janini
This is love, I think. A place where people who have been alone may lock together like hawks and spin in the air, dizzy with surprise at the connection. A place you go willingly, and with wonder.
Best coworkers ever, officially.
Came into work today exhausted from getting in at 7AM from the concert and my coworker/the acting manager was like, “I want you to sit down on that stool and drink coffee and I’m going to take care of shelving.”
I’m rewatching Avatar: the Last Airbender from the beginning
And one of the links I’m using is from Nick.com, where they put in fun facts about the characters and the voice actors and stuff into the episode
I’m watching “The Warriors of Kyoshi,” and there’s this scene where Zuko goes, “nice try, Avatar, but these little girls can’t save you!”
And this is the fun fact the writers put in:
Aaand this is why Avatar is the best.