Saturday, Our Day of the Links

secret-reasonsMy 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 did not know “summer goth” was a thing, but I’m into it. Here is a summer goth playlist from last summer, would anyone like to add and update it with me?

♠ 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.

Fresh Romance is a new romance comic publication by Rosy Press. Why not get a subscription?

♠ 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!

Lady Stories I’ve Been Holding On To This Week

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.

Gone for a while, but I swear I’m not trying to be…

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.

♠  “Can you help me be positive?” Another stellar advice column from Andrew WK. p.s. have you listened to his radio show yet?

♠  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.

♠ Have you heard of a fungus called Dead Man’s Fingers? They totally resemble the name. (h/t to Sarah Troop)