I know it seems like a signature summer thing to do, but I have learned that smack dab in the middle of an arid desert summer is actually not the best time to get my bubble on. From extensive research, I have learned that humid/overcast days actually work best for bubble-blowing. After learning that, I just had to wait for a humid day. Unfortunately that doesn’t happen very often, so I had to wait a while. As for my weapon (read: wand) of choice, I decided to get creative and try out several different ones:
sparkly pipe cleaner
You can also try funnels, a kazoo, even a hula hoop – if you can figure out how to get bubble solution on the whole thing.
July is the Thunder Moon.
Here’s some moony goodness for you.
“The moon’s my constant mistress,
And the lowly owl my marrow;
The flaming drake and the night crow make
Me music to my sorrow.” – Tom O’Bedlam
I really love the moody moon in Albert Bierstadt’s Moon Study
♠ I just found out Werner Herzog wrote a book called Conquest of the Useless. That phrase is very romantically tragic, and very cellar door to me.
♠ This quote from an article about working in every relationship:
“Another fact about relationships: it’s based on freedom; the freedom to love and care for someone…or not. Not everyone whom you hold these feeling for will offer them in return. Genuine relationships are made up of two individuals that have chosen to love and care for each other. It’s easy for someone to show up in your life and tell you that they love you; it’s much more difficult for them to demonstrate that love consistently.
Those that choose to remain in your life and steadily demonstrate their love and care with wholehearted acceptance are the type individuals that you want for your relationships.”
♠ Evan Young, giving his banned graduation speech
♠ Thinking about Keanu Reeves
♠ At least three other things that I can’t even think of right now.
What was with this weekend? I think the fact that it NEVER rains in June here in the desert must have messed me up slightly. At any rate, it’s in the past and now that I have rehydrated, I can start this week by kickin some ass (writing a bunch).
My goal for the summer – declining too much work and social time, for “secret reasons.” (h/t to Austin Kleon)
I have so many links this week, you might go nuts. Nuts in a good way, I swear!
I might even have as many links as I have mosquito bites this week. So, while I continuously rub anti-itch cream over these bites, please enjoy the bounty.
♠ I had no idea Viv Albertine had an autobiography out until this spring. Unfortunately I have a ridiculous backlog of books so it will be a while until I get to dig into it, but I can skim the surface with “Why Feminism Needs Punk.”
♠ I have a lot of emotions tied into my tubes of bright red lipstick, many of them I share and connect with Chelsea Summers over in her ode “Kiss Me With Those Red Lips.”
♠ I don’t think anyone has ever said this, but thanks to Stop! Or My Mom Will Shoot, I learned something. It wasn’t about overbearing mothers, it was about the electrochemical and passivation processes of bluing steel.
♠ The thought of diversity not being an issue in three to five years anywhere is promising. On Brown Ballerinas.
♠ Activist Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie urges, do not think you have to “twist yourself into shapes to be likable. Forget about likability.”
♠ Coffee known as Black Blood of the Earth? Yes, please.
♠ Amy Schumer (with help from Bill Nye, Ilana Glazer and Abbi Jacobson) explains the universe’s workings.
♠ I am always heading to B&H Photo to compare camera prices, but I had no idea they had a blog. And it has some great photo tips!
I had some sort of contact with three ladies this week that I cannot get out of my head. I met one, saw one briefly as she crossed the street, and passed one while hiking both up and down a mountain.
I wanted to hang out with all three and possibly become friends, but for now, I just need to describe seeing them and get them out of my head. Let me just say, I am writing about my accounts of these interactions, just what, to me, was going on.
We shall start with the first (duh), a visitor at my office. she had recently moved back here, and after some relationship Hurdles with a capital H, she was looking to start new, just her. She was 51, her kids were grown. That’s about all the backstory I feel comfortable giving, but I definitely connected with some of the points she hit on about her former loves. So I talked with her at length about the “old” Phoenix area, about great places for unique food, and the best places in town to try and rent a place. She ended up giving me a hug and that sealed the deal. I wanted to be this lady’s friend. I didn’t want to come off pushy, so I just gave her my card and told her if she wanted to talk – about the area or anything in general – to email me. I hope she does.
The next was a woman I saw in the briefest of passings as I was at a stoplight, but I cannot stop thinking about her “aura.” Semi-tall and lean, her big cobalt blue topknot added to her height. She was wearing some cute outfit, but I don’t remember it that much because I was looking at her face. She was walking across the street, holding the arm of her beau, and eating an ice cream cone. It was about 5, so it was before the dinner hour – just an ice cream for ice cream’s sake. Her face is what seared her into my brain this week. She had the happiest, self-satisfied look on her face. She was strutting because she had some love, some ice cream, and she was looking and feeling great. The happiness that bounded out of her hit me and I felt her joy, and it felt gooood. Also, I wonder what kind of ice cream it was…
The last was a girl, maybe early 20s, hiking in a full face of unmistakably non-hike makeup. Not that I think hiking with makeup is a crime, to each their own; I have been know to reapply eyeliner and lipstick before lacing up my boots and slathering on sunscreen. Her makeup was meritorious in perfection and color theory. Hair slicked back in a ponytail, which works for any activity, really. Very bold eyebrows, arched and darkened accordingly, and the deepest, plummiest wine lipstick. Soft pink off-the-shoulder tee and black leggings. I wanted to stop her and crown her the “Goth Queen of Trail #44,” but she seemed determined to neither want to sweat, or be there after dark.
I miss Peppered Thought. I do. I miss plopping down and writing for, well, no one else really reads this but me, so just writing about things I comes across. And also leaving piles of links so i can come back to them later.
I had some amazing interactions with some women this week, in my head and in person, that i cannot wait to write about. I think i am so excited about writing about them they are seeping into my dreams. I wish I was any sort of artist so i could properly sketch them…but you know, if wishes were fishes…
So, this is my list for the week of some interesting stuff around the internet.
♠ Have you seen Mad Max: Fury Road yet? Sadly, I still haven’t, but that doesn’t stop me from reading all the fervor it has created. Including Laurie Penny’s take. Even the first sentence draws me in: “If you’re going to bring feminist propaganda to the masses, there are worse ways than in a giant exploding truck covered with knives.” *heart-eyed emojis*
♠ If Bill Gates has time to read six books, well then I guess I do too!
♠ In honor of Angel Carter’s 75th birthday, Penguin Classics is re-issuing The Bloody Chamber with a kickass new cover. If only it was hard-bound or carved from stone.
♠ When the summer hits here, I will be watching videos of people walking through the Rhone Glacier Ice Grotto and fantasize it is me.
♠ They built it. No one came. Two men built a commune in Pennsylvania, but it is empty.
One of the many reasons I love living in the West is the access to big open sky. I do enjoy traveling to other states and places but after a while, I miss that vast expanse. Even the forests in the West are filled with sky. It feels like back East (the few places I have been there) it goes from daylight to nighttime, with no sunset warning between the thick trees or crammed city streets.
But I digress. THE CLOUDS, JESS. We are here for THE CLOUDS.
So, you have heard of the Cloud Appreciation Society, yes? What – you haven’t? Well! ::pushes glasses up nose:: Rather than bore you on a big long block of text about it 1. I’m sure you can deduce from the name what they’re all about; 2. You can watch the video here to get more philosophical about cloud-watching.
I have been a cloud-watcher all my life, but after joining up with the CAS in 2008, it has become a very large thing in my life. I try not to bore people about it, but I do have a habit of texting friends photos and exclamations – “THE CUMULONIMBUS!!” It really is a great experience to just watch the clouds at any time of day. Sunrise and sunset being my favorite, of course. Or, as my new favorite word says it: Crepuscular. Sometimes it is nice to share it with someone, but there is a perfection in experiencing it alone.
Years ago, Rob Sweere began what he named the Silent Sky Project, where he invited workers inside a mall to come to the roof and lie in silence (or as he called it “a conversation with the clouds”), for 30 minutes, looking up into the sky. It was such a success that he had it in other places and then it took off around the world. I’m all for that.
There isn’t an official Cloud Appreciation Day, because really, it should be everyday! But if you feel like choosing your own special cloud day, make yourself a cloud cocktail, create a giant, permanent cloud, grab your cloud-spotting guide, or just straight up lie down and look up!