The Sunday Currently, no. 5
It feels very nice to type in complete sentences and whole words, and form and read actual paragraphs. I highly suggest it, citizens of the internet.
The Tornado is the World, Catherine Pierce, and John Berger’s The Shape of a Pocket. Also Olivia Laing’s The Lonely City on audiobook when I’m working. Lately reading a real paper book feels very indulgent; it makes me feel guilty sometimes. But! I do hope I get to read a whole lot more this year than the past years.
Hovering All Night – Post-Animal
Before I dove headlong back into work, I had Netflix-binged The Crown, Star Trek Discovery, Food Wars (hilarious, highly-entertaining), the new season of The Mind of a Chef, and the Black Mirror episodes I had previously missed (I love White Bear. Unsettling but A++). Can’t wait to have free time to start the new season of Star Trek Discovery.
That part in The Lonely City when the writer talks about Edward Hopper and Nighthawks. In general, I like the book’s language so far and how it articulates loneliness. Poignant, and not pitiful.
Sometimes my meds just…stop working and I don’t get to sleep almost at all for days. It’s been almost a year since I first started taking them so I should really stop delaying my visit to the doctor. Along with the other kinds of doctors I need to go see according to my calendar. Age is a just number but also age is something you feel in the bones of your shoulders when you don’t get enough sleep and exercise. Things could be worse, but things could also be better.
Float-y and light but also tired. There is so much to buy and pay for, mostly for the family, and the only way that seems to be working for me to get through this is to hit the ground running every. Single. Time.
However. I was at an art show opening last night after a long time of not going to one. I had a good time even though I started to crash towards the end. Big shows, I must admit to myself, are great for meeting old friends and new people, but get noisy for me in my head to look at the art.
It got me thinking about how it must feel like to be doing the same thing constantly, to grow and be excellent at it, for more than a decade. That being said, you must go see them 200+ works by Elmer Borlongan at the Met Museum. It’s a beautiful collection. Plus points because they were playing Eraserheads when I walked into the museum.
Along with the day job and freelance work, I’ll be part of shows in Feb and March, and I am anxious to announce because I am still sorting out all that needs to be shown. I am excited but also terrified.
I made zero resolutions for 2018, and the only thing I dragged along from the previous year/s is the hope that things will fall into place if I let them.
Cheers, and hello.