I hate it when people say that they are sorry about my cancer.
Have they met me? I am not someone that you feel sorry for. I am the original mean girl.
I now have stage-four upgrade privileges. I can go right to the front. But it’s always been like this.
I am a line-cutter.
Which is to say, I was precocious. I was early for history.
I was on Prozac when it was still called fluoxetine. I wrote a twentynothing memoir when there was no such thing. I got addicted to snorting Ritalin before there was Adderall. I was a riot girl, I was a do-me feminist, and I posed topless giving the world the finger on the cover of my second book.
I have always been the most impossible person ever.
I am the woman who made you scream that it’s a good thing New York City has gun control. I’m the one who made you yell that there oughtta be a law – a law to stop me from being my wretched self.
I am that person.
And now I have advanced breast cancer. Cue the sorries.
for some reason this soundtrack always reminds me of Chinatown. each time I listen to it a thousand things will rush to mind. visions, sensations, memories… it’s like a portal to 1990s New York
From the person who shot this: “This group had a bus breaking down, stranding them in Drammen, to our clear benefit. They are highly talented and well worth having a look at.”
Pieter Bruegel the Elder, The Peasant Dance, c. 1567
even more chilling than Leviathan (2014)
which makes me think of traditions of my own culture which as I grew up had gradually dissipated. It is the case in my family but I think it’s a general trend. It is only when I’m abroad, far away from home, that I feel their absence (the traditions) and a gnawing sense of emptiness and loss. Part of the reason is probably better economy. Eating out on a day of traditional holiday is now easily affordable for most families, and as a result the adults no longer cook together at home with all the talk, the gossips, the messiness, and occasional unpleasantness. The younger generation (and increasingly the elders too) has their eyes always on the phone. Many rituals are no longer performed or done offhandedly as a chore. All the joy and sense of belonging and rootedness inseparable to those traditions and rituals, however primitive they might be, are no longer felt as much as before. I watched this video with envy (in an admiring way).
God’s work revealed
More at: http://web.stanford.edu/~cdebs/GameOfLife/