Temporarily coming out of hiding from father’s day to share this video. Important.
ANTM, a constant source of wisdom.
… & now I want cheesecake.
Reblogged from why i can't predict the weather past the storm
The Ticking is the Bomb by Nick Flynn
I’m running out of little post-it tabby things and it’s very distressing.
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I threw my body in and swam, hour after hour, I swam for as long as it took, until I had a good thought, just one good thought. Some days, most days, it would take a long time, but finally it was as if I could see it coming across the surface of the water toward me, and as I pulled myself toward it, my body would slowly return—I could feel it again, my body, I could feel myself returning to it, and then, as that one good thought reached me, as I let it wash over me, my body would slowly dissolve.
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The Ticking is the Bomb by Nick Flynn
There’s no point in me ever trying to properly explain why I swam for hours every morning in the pool at the Hyatt in the week my father had a stroke. Nick Flynn has done it for me. The last time I read this book was before. God how books morph in myriad ways. Reread, always reread.
Antony Gormley
Field
1984 - 1985
Lead, fibreglass, plaster, air
195 x 560 x 66 cm
Oh Antony Gormley, you have my heart.
Reblogged from Installation Art
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The body may be brought to bear almost anything.
— Some Thoughts on Education by John Locke
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Don’t separate the mind from the body. Don’t separate even character - you can’t. Our unit of existence is a body, a physical, tangible, sensate entity with perceptions and reactions that express it and form it simultaneously. Disease is one of our languages. Doctors understand what disease has to say about itself. It’s up to the person with the disease to understand what the disease has to say to her.
— Girl, Interrupted by Susanna Kaysen
Antony Gormley to NewStatesman, January 2011
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