I guess I didn’t need to stress so hard yesterday about paying my dues with a ‘book-related’ post. But I did enjoy revisiting all of the historical fiction I used to read.
Today’s post is kind of random, very vaguely book-adjacent (or more specifically, book-inspired). There was a line in Balzac’s Cousin Bette that really made me think and reflect on some of my friendships. I’m not going to bother to find it because I know Iw on’t be able to unless I reread the 300-something pages I’ve gotten through so far.
In the novel, there is a friendship between two women, the titular Cousin Bette and a courtesan named Valerie. The line I was struck by described Cousin Bette as attending an intimate dinner being given by Valerie so as to say all the kind and admiring things about Valerie that Valerie couldn’t say about herself. So it’s the 19th century and Cousin Bette is essentially acting as a wingman. The situation echoed so many in my own experience, when I’ve done similar things for my own friends (without really consciously deciding to) and when I’ve noticed them doing the same for (often in spite of not approving of the guy I’ve been interested in). Some things never change. Continue reading “Some Thoughts About Female Friendship, Courtesy of Balzac”
Happy first Friday of June! It’s hard to believe we’re almost halfway through 2017 already.
And as I know you’re wondering, a brief update my spring summer resolutions:
- Yoga everyday: Successful, but mostly because I’m zealously practicing upside down tree pose (aka, a handstand)
- Dry brushing: Also successful- I’ve dry brushed once every day. It’s been good for my skin I think, especially because it helps me remember to moisturize.
- Daily meditation: Failure. I haven’t meditated since I posted indicated my intent to do so.
And the image above is my new monthly desktop background. Alright, I think that’s all the updates.
Oh, no it’s not, I lied. Excitingly, this May that just ended was the highest-viewed month that List Mimsy has had, tallying at over 1,000 views. Thanks everyone! Continue reading “Friday Links 6/2”
Annually, this is the time of year that I find myself making resolutions. Despite being completely not on board with New Year’s lifestyle changes, there’s something about late spring/early summer that makes setting personal goals a lot more natural.
Looking to the future just happens a lot more organically when the weather is beautiful and the anxiety of university has dissipated.
So in the spirit of a lifestyle adjustment, I’ve been thinking about this idea of daily practices.
Specifically, practices I wish I had, practices I’m glad I do have, and practices that I would like to let go. Continue reading “Daily Practices (That I Do and Don’t Practice)”
Well, yesterday it all went downhill, but I’m so frustrated and tired with talking about my health that I’m absolutely not going to get into it today.
Instead I’m going to go into books (it’s been a while!), in particular, into the books that inspire or resonate with my personal view of life. Maybe that sounds very woo woo to you, or maybe you know what it’s like to read something and have the feeling that the author is looking at things in the same way you do? Or even in a way you would like to be able to?
I love that feeling of reading a book that feels like an extension of your heart. Continue reading “My Personal Philosophy in Books”
I’ve been thinking a lot about going with the flow recently. One of my downfalls is that I have a tendency to become too obsessed with what I envision, which can make me inflexible and anxious when things don’t go as planned. This applies to major life changes, like college admissions, and very trivial things, like planning a sandwich day and then discovering the dining hall has absolutely no bread.
A lot of different things have been said about accepting fate. Go with the flow. Leave it to God. And also admitting that sometimes it’s just not a sandwich day, and that that’s fine.
I’ve also seen one of those pseudo-inspirational quotes (if you love it I apologize in advance) saying “Only dead fish go with the flow.” I have a few problems with this- the fist being that it’s patently false. Fish frequently go with the flow. That’s what makes it so remarkable when salmon swim upriver to spawn. The second is that I think the quote’s moral is very ill-advised. “Fight fate or you might as well be dead.” “Make your life one of never-ending struggle and pain just because.”
There’s nothing inherently wrong with ‘the easy way’, and what’s more, life is rarely divided so simplistically into an easy way and hard way. The ways are all just… different. Continue reading “Regretted Classes and Fate”
I’m leaving on Friday (in all likelihood) for my final semester of university. As always, I have very ambivalent feelings about my triumphant return. Less free time is both a good and bad thing, though I’ve never had a hard time keeping myself occupied. More dancing is also a mixed bag, as is nearing the end of my university experience. For someone as… insular as I am, even being around my friends comes with conflicting feelings.
And an aside: The title of this post references Smiles of a Summer Night, an Ingmar Bergman title. And I haven’t seen it and never will because I simply can’t bear with Ingmar Bergman. I’ve tried many times.
I’m in a mad dash to catch up on 2016 movies. I recently caught The Neon Demon and have Allied playing in the background as I type this. I’ve decided it’s not worthy of my full attention (but more on that in a future post).
I’m thinking about what my goals should be for this coming semester, after having completely failed at my fall semester ones (namely dance more and see more of people that I’m going to miss post-graduation. And of course, those will be carried over (in some form) to this semester. Continue reading “Smiles of a Spring Semester”
When it snows, it pours. The precipitation started a few hours ago and we’re likely to get between 6 and 16 inches by the time the day is done. Although Lily and I had to cancel our plans to go out for ice cream (vegan ice cream at FoMu, my one true love (other than Lily)) there’s something extremely lovely about being in a warm house with orange spice tea, an aging Christmas tree, snuggly cats, and snow out the window.
A good day for cooking, watching old movies, and maybe some nostalgia. The beginning of a new year always seems like a time that nostalgia springs up, because thinking about newness and changes necessarily brings up memories of the past and the way things were.
And maybe I’m nearing the end of Swann’s Way right now, but it wasn’t too long ago that my reading tastes inclined more toward Captain Underpants. Continue reading “Just Some Series that I Used to Know”