A Case of You, Joni Mitchell
“If you want me, I’ll be in the bar” —Joni Mitchell
Reading: It is the hope that kills
Source: Isn’t It Pretty To Think So by Nick Miller
“See, I’m the worst breed of human. Let me explain. Some people are dead inside. They go through life knowing this, and they manage fine enough, because, well, they are dead inside. They aren’t bitter because they don’t care enough to be. They just try to get by with the things they can control. Others living the in fucking clouds, watch romantic comedies, and dream about everything being perfect one. THese people are always fine because they have an everlasting well of hope inside them, and no mater what happens they’ll just romanticized their existence. But when it comes to me … I am someone who’s mostly dead inside but still has a little hope for something extraordinary, which, as I said, is the worst breed of human, because it means that I know everything is bullshit, but that I secretly hope for the day when it might not be. The tension makes me wish I were just completely dead inside. It would make things much easier for me. See that? Anyway, then I met you ,or read your writing rather, and now I feel connected to someone for the first time in … forever. So , please, if you can’t write for yourself, write for me.”
That was really intense. I need to do something brainless now.
Wet cobblestones after a light rain. Crosby Street in NYC.
It was May, a time of lilacs and shooting stars.
She’s lived in my memory for sixty years.
Death steals everything except our stories.
She’s lived in my memory for sixty years.
Death steals everything except our stories.
Jim Harrison (via nickmiller)
Hotel life. Crosby Street in New York.
“Isn’t It Pretty To Think So” by Nick Miller
“Isn’t It Pretty To Think So” by Nick Miller
I’m starting to believe—and I can feel it in my gut, my soul, and my heart—that … elephants have it all figured out.
In Julie & Julia, Julie attempts to cook all the recipes in Julia Child’s cookbook. Stanley Tucci plays Julia Child’s husband. Stanley Tucci, in real life, has published his own cookbook. Now I’m going to try to cook all of the recipes in his cookbook. Life imitating art imitating life imitating art imitating life. Nick & Stanley … coming soon?
Beer for me. The white wineness for you. Wedding season is … in season. (at Paso Robles)
Writing is a lonely job. Having someone who believes in you makes a lot of difference. They don’t have to make speeches. Just believing is usually enough.
Stephen King, On Writing (via nickmiller)
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Isn’t It Pretty To Think So: 939-940
“‘Isn’t it pretty to think so?’ What does this mean? Something is pretty to think?”
“Well, that was just his way of saying that their love could never work, even though they both wanted it to.”
“Why?”
“Well, it’s hard to know the first time you read it that…well- he was wounded in the war in such a way that he couldn’t love her as she wanted him to. She was also built in such a way that prevented her from giving him the love he wanted.”
“But they love each other, no? Jake, you think they love each other, yes?”
“Yes, I do.”
“I do not like this. It is so sad. They must stay together.”
“I think so, too, but he’s saying it sometimes doesn’t work out the way we hope it will.”
The Internet versions of people are accomplished. They went to universities. They speak multiple languages. They’ve visited South America and India. They like art, films, music and books. They’re interested in cooking and traveling and reading and playing sports and hiking and photography. They make things. They have fancy job titles. They’re happy! You want proof? Don’t you notice the photo-timeline of smiles and laughs and sunsets and beaches?
Proof makes us believe. And what better proof than enhanced proof? Doctored proof? Real is boring. Real is never good enough. So what do we do about it? We become the documentarians of our own lives.
Isn’t It Pretty to Think So
by Nick Miller (via mardallie)
by Nick Miller (via mardallie)
