Diary 11

1. Fossil corals
2. Dandy tea
3. Mold
4. JAMBINAI
5. Infinite Jest
6. Càlia e Simenza
7. 157
8. Woven
9. Tampopo, 1985
10. On Earth We’re Briefly Gorgeous

1. Illustrations by Henri Milne-Edwards and Jules Haime

2. A friend recently introduced me to dandelion tea? An herbal blend that tastes like coffee/a really good chai.

3. This magazine taught me the term “degrowth,” then let me explore it further in their feature 5-part series. Feels relevant, a concept a lot of people are thinking about a year and a half into the pandemic. You’ve probably encountered the need for degrowth in some capacity.

4. Sawtooth plays me like an instrument.

5. Biggest book I’ve ever read (and am still reading)- by David Foster Wallace.

6. A recipe inspired by “Cooking with Andrea Camilleri:” roasted chickpeas, pumpkin seeds, olive oil, smoked paprika, salt. I used a heaping spoon of paprika and wasn’t sorry about it.

7. Accidentally ended up in tears watching this. Made me consider how the pandemic changed people’s relation to shelter, how home can be both a library and a place of refuge. Also just made me excited to have a family one day.

8. At the beach, a woman was selling hand-woven bracelets. The kind you might see on a trip to Cancun. She moseyed on foot, stopping at every sunbather to kneel, unfurl her blanket of jewelry. Amidst the highlighter yellows and electric greens I found an austere thread, the color of hay, watched her brown fingers tie it around my wrist. Watched her tie herself around my wrist. Then she bundled her bracelets in the towel and stood up and walked and knelt again, tied another bracelet around a little girl’s wrist. There’s a story I’m trying to tell here but it’s not mine, and I don’t know what it is yet.

9. How do you approach a bowl of ramen…?

10. Finished Ocean Vuong’s novel in two days.
“It has started to rain; the dirt around the woman’s bare feet is flecked with red-brown quotation marks—her body a thing spoken with. Her white shirt clings against her bony shoulders as she sweats… ‘No bang bang.’ She raises her free hand to the sky, as if to let someone pull her right up to it. ‘No bang bang. Yoo Et Aye numbuh won.’”