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ok so norman fucking rockwell is one of the best albums of all time.

end of an era.

my first edition of east of eden has arrived! artfully intact. slightly worn with some fringe tears. 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘦𝘤𝘵, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 😍 elated.

when gold is the game

people are out here entrusting their lives to a gemini like bruh, don’t say you weren’t explicitly warned

you guys I have a new acotar pod! 🌹 if you want it, give a shout. and a new format, reflecting on the story from various stopping points as I read. i’m excited about this because it’s a way of capturing the magic before things are locked in and resolved. how can you convey the feeling of first discovery after you’ve traveled the entire world? you can’t. anyways, it’s not just about the thing, but also that the creative consolidation across audio, visuals, speaking, writing and reading is giving me life. in general i think this happens when we alchemize consumption into creation.

justice or revenge? revenge.

discipline is about rhythm, not control. over time, that rhythm becomes power, the ability to direct your energy. 𝘱𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘣𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘳𝘨𝘺.

the feminine urge to create a new substack/ podcast for every series I read

life is a elevated when you treat reading fiction as a serious non-negotiable. it’s like exercise for your human power center, not just the brain but the heart-mind connection. repays dividends in terms of insight and momentum across all areas of life that do not otherwise accrue.

san francisco is a thing of beauty.

the heart may be more merciful than the mind but only because it is also more ruthless

my toxic (most fabulous?) trait ia that anytime I want to read a book I start hunting down an old/first edition. if it’s a new book, I look for a stylized hardcover. like I just cannot bring myself to purchase a mass market paperback with a glossy print and a penguin on the cover. currently hunting east of eden. it’s much more in demand than his other novels. one order was already cancelled, but I am not deterred. book aesthetics are important.

💎 https://open.spotify.com/playlist/37i9dQZF1E8JXC9cHGK95E?si=3KT-G5_OS2-SbrYJPUeLkg&pi=ok8jno8IQXSEF

“I don’t care what you think about me. I don’t think about you at all.” this coco chanel quote unprompted sparks joy in my head at least 1x a week.

I recommend putting your vpn to actual use by signing up for SBS australia to watch the new count of monte cristo with sam claflin. the story is exquisite, and this adaptation was mesmerizing. not sure why we get troves of trash on us streaming and I had to go hunt down this treasure on an ad-supported foreign platform but there you have it. good things remain guarded.

fascinating. I could never get over mercedes and edmond not ending up together. we all want to sleep easy in the happily ever after but dumas’ refusal to erase the injustice + mercedes being unwilling to subjugate herself to edmond’s mercy for love is a good frame, and is likely is part of why the story endured. if “repetition risk is irrelevant once capacity is proven” what actions suffice to mitigate capacity? it’s an good paradox to ponder whether capacity, once proven, can ever be disavowed.

i kind of love rucking, which I’ve rebranded as a weighted hot girl walk. not only is it so efficient, it makes you feel more powerful and engaged while walking. also it feels like a hug. friction is the function.