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16th September 2014

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This laser cut Chameleon necklace is a clever collaboration between Designosaur and Hello DODO. Thanks to the transparency of the pendant, the necklace “changes” colour to blend into the background.

Found via Howkapow.

That is smart.

8th September 2014


Dear Emma,

Your phone is as good as new and ready for you! We are sending your package out today.

— I don’t know how they do it, but I’m almost feeling happy about breaking my Fairphone’s screen about a month ago. It’s good as new! And ready for me. Bring it on.

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6th September 2014

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This latest season six promo asks: do you remember when you fell in love with the Bravermans? I do..

The moment that I fell for Parenthood was Max figuring out that he had Asperger’s through an argument that Crosby and Adam were having in his living room. I admired the way in which several storylines came together in that one scene.

Mind sharing your first favorite scene?

Sharing my first favorite moment of Parenthood. I didn’t love season five, and the finale was so good I would have been fine with it being the series finale. But now that NBC is reminding me of all the best Braverman moments I don’t want it to end, damnit!

5th September 2014

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Thinking about strangers


I was at the gas station the other day. There were four of us standing in line in front of the cashier: an older man behind me, me, two townie looking dudes (jeans, ripped single-colored t-shirts, leather faces with bulging button eyes), and a woman in jean shorts at the front. The woman was trying to buy a lottery ticket, but didn’t seem to understand what “buying a lottery ticket” actually entailed; the clerk was trying to explain it to her, for what sounded like the fourth or fifth time, and everyone was in a mood. 

One of the guys in front of me—let’s call him Gollum, because why the fuck not—looks back at the older man behind me, and says, “You look like you’re in a hurry.” Then he gives this big sarcastic, “Fuck this shit, right?” grin, and I guess we’re all supposed to be teammates now, united against the woman who is clearly feeling the pressure and is starting to get defensively annoyed in that way you do when you realize you’re probably fucking up, but you’ll be damned if you let some asshole rub that in your face.

The older man nods cheerfully. “Yup,” he says. “Yup, I get a bit restless. I just get a bit restless sometimes.”

The woman buying the lottery ticket laughs nervously about something, signs a receipt, and leaves. Gollum goes to the counter. “Stupid bitch,” he says, and does that grin again.

I’m not having a fun time. Crowd scenes like this, I try and go invisible, but you can’t, not really. I’m annoyed at the woman for holding up the line; I’m annoyed at Gollum for his stupid grin and his presumption that we are all now co-conspirators on Team Stupid Bitch; I’m annoyed at the doofus between me and Gollum who isn’t really saying anything, but keeps nodding over and over. I am embarrassed and bored and there’s somewhere else I need to be.

"Do you get restless?" the older man behind me asks.

"Sure," I say. He’s talking to me, he is actually talking to me, and I am not a fan of this at all.

"I get restless sometimes." The older man (who is in khaki shorts and a polo shirt and a baseball cap, and is better dressed than any of us) has a pair of bills in his hand, a twenty and a ten, and he waves them at me. "I’m getting gas. My wife’s driving, and I’m getting the gas."


"I can’t drive no more. I got the Alzheimer’s, so I can’t drive no more."


He’s smiling at me. I’m not very tall, but this guy is shorter than I am, and in his cap and shorts, he looks—actually, he looks nothing at all like a little boy. Not even in the slightest. Maybe a little boy who’s been left out in the sun too long. In my head, I make calculations: if he’s got Alzheimer’s, he can’t be that far gone, because his wife trusts him to come into the store and pay for the gas. And he doesn’t seem lost or confused. Just cheerful and determined to be friends with me in a way that’s slightly off. Like he doesn’t have that barrier you get, that you need, to move through strangers. To him, I am just someone who is still listening, and that’s enough.

I feel bad about these calculations. They seem selfish, ruthless. Also nervous. What if he gets lost on his way to the front of the store? What if he forgets how to pay the clerk? What are my responsibilities here?

"It’s okay," the older man says, right into my ear. You know personal space? He does not have that. "It’s good. My wife is driving. I can’t drive." 

I nod. Gollum is buying cigarettes, and he’s waiting to sign his credit card slip; once he’s done, it’s just one more customer, and then freedom; back to my car where I can contemplate what happened instead of living it. 

"I had a good run," the older man says. "Seventy… eight, no, three, no seventy. Seventy seven years."

"Oh," I say. 

"Seventy-seven years. That’s a good run. But it’s okay. My wife is driving, and I’m going to to pay for the gas. I just get a little restless."

It’s not that he’s standing too close, really. He is, but I’ve noticed people in lines always stand too close. Maybe my standard for distance is too high. The older man, he’s not so bad. It’s just that he’s friendly, and there’s no way to deflect that friendliness. And it’s an empty friendliness, too. Whatever I say, whatever I don’t say, he rolls with it. There’s a person still there, but not completely. It’s not dramatic, but I feel something—something like sand or cracking ice or those bright colorful balls you dive into at the amusement park—slipping away from under me.

Gollum leaves. The doofus in front of me buys a single beer, which the clerk puts into a small brown paper bag, and if you ever wanted a perfect image for “loneliness,” you could do worse. Then it’s my turn, and when I had over my credit card, the older man behind me waves his handful of money at the clerk over my shoulder, and the clerk says “Forty bucks?” and I think fuck, no, it’s thirty you idiot, don’t make this worse, and the older guy keeps waving the money, and finally they figure it out. It’s fine. I pay my money and go.

It’s only later that I realize I never saw the older man’s wife. I didn’t even think to look for her when I came out of the store. Which is okay; I doubt she needed strangers gawking at her. But she’s the one I keep thinking about. That older man, who gets restless and doesn’t drive anymore and talks like he keeps rediscovering his teeth—he seemed happy. And she’s driving him through Maine, to wherever they’re going, probably listening to him talk most of the time, maybe sighing on occasion when she can’t help herself. Maybe she’s mean to him, or maybe she still loves him and she’s learning to adjust. Maybe it’s somewhere in the middle of that. I hope they were good together, I really do, and I hope that there’s enough left of the man he once was to make what time they have left more for her than what it felt like to me in that gas station: like being a wall someone kept bouncing smiling tennis balls against. 

I’m not sure there’s a point to this. To any of it. But it made me sad to think about it; the sort of warm, sweet sadness you only feel when you’re by yourself, thinking about strangers.

1st September 2014

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Dear August,

-Thanks, I guess. I’ve really been able to feel the summer holiday rhythm. And I just spelled that crazy word correctly.

-A brand new year, study wise, starts tomorrow and I feel really ready for it. Even though I’m going to a new place for a few months - that does make me a little nervous, but also excited. Not going to say “to meet new people” because I hate the expression. As if new, and more, is always preferable.

-So what did I do? The figuring out stuff about volunteering didn’t go quite as planned because the person in charge is apparently on some very long holiday. But it’s still on my to do-list.

-My mum and I transformed a garden bench together - which means painting it - and I really like how it turned out. I also painted a small side table. It was a somewhat slow process (we used a lot of different colours for the bench) but also rewarding.

-We also took care of the neighbours’ cats while they were away. Those were some pretty sad cats because they had to stay inside the whole time while they’re usually out all day. I sang Regina Spektor songs along with my phone to recreate their noisy household for them. And cleaned up some pretty disgusting stuff but oh well.

-I’ve also started to cook a bit more often. It’s weird. It’s one aspect where I can still learn something straightforward from my parents. The times when they could help me do my homework are over, but I still have this. And on the other hand, it’s bringing me one step closer to moving out. Actually, every day is bringing me closer to moving out, even if I don’t really know when it’s going to happen.

-Less fun side of this month: I broke my phone. And I felt really bad about it the first few days, before I could send it off for repair. Here I am, with a fair(er) smartphone that I had been waiting for for months when it finally arrived in December of last year. I cherish the thing and drop it on the floor once - bam, gone is the touch screen functionality. That was a case of bad luck. I haven’t got it back yet, so that’s one reason to look forward to September, but I’ve also already adjusted to living with my old phone again.

-Books. I’ve read a few. First of all, Invisible Hands - Voices of the Global Economy, a non-fiction collection of stories from people who are/were involved with production processes in all parts of the world, from mines to clothing factories. This is a subject that is really dear to me and it’s a great (read: frustrating) collection. It’s made me curious about the other Voices of Witness books. I’ve also read Beware of Pity by Stefan Zweig, after reading a fragment of it in The Society of the Crossed Keys. You can totally see how Wes Anderson was inspired for his latest movie. And, well, I just enjoyed reading it in general.

-TV: The Wire. I’ve just started season two, but man, that season one finale - the song Step by Step will be in my head for a long while, I hope.

-The Leftovers is almost over, so that’s good. So ready to stop watching that, even though I liked the previous episode.

-I also just watched Mad Men - The Suitcase yesterday. Eeeep. It’s weird to watch this weeks after Masters of Sex - Fight while they aired four years apart.

-Okay, I think it’s time for some sleep soon. First day at the new courses tomorrow, so..

-Resolutions for September: Get a case for that damn (lovely) phone.. talk to the person who surely can’t be on holiday forever.

-See you next year, August. I’ll have a bachelor’s degree by then. And be twenty-one. Oh well let’s not think about that.

Tagged: dear monthaugust

30th August 2014


I just realized that the Mad Men episode that I will watch is The Suitcase and oh god I’ve heard that title come up so often, I’m pretty excited!

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28th August 2014

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Happy National Dog Day! 
Photograph by Sam Jones. 

Can I sit next to you?


Happy National Dog Day! 

Photograph by Sam Jones. 

Can I sit next to you?

23rd August 2014

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22nd August 2014

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Peggy Olson is pretty much my dream woman in this episode. She zips around an empty room on a motorcycle! She gets excited about a drinking bird! She always seems slightly uncomfortable, even as she knows she’s the best person ever! I want a Peggy Olson action figure.

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21st August 2014

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I first heard about the Baader-Meinhof phenomenon last week, when I was watching the A to Z pilot. And today my dad watched a film about the Baader-Meinhof group! It’s almost as if it’s everywhere, all of a sudden. So meta.

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19th August 2014

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‘Rectify’ renewed for third season | EW →


Some very good news! There will be a third season of Rectify. According to Deadline, the season will have six episodes.

Rectify is renewed! That’s the best TV news I’ve heard in a while. This show is terrific. Speaking of TV…

…I know that shows can grow on you. For example, I was not really sold on Enlightened until episode three or something. And I’ve just started watching The Wire, and I found it quite difficult to truly get into it. But, in both cases, sticking with them was very rewarding.

With The Leftovers, I’m basically experiencing the opposite. I was very impressed by the pilot (aka it made me cry), and episode 3 was great, so I was pretty sure the season was not going to disappoint me. But it really did, and by now I’m just finishing the season because I’m a bit of a completist, but I’ll honestly be glad when it’s over.

It’s great to find a new show that you like and I’m looking forward to continuing with The Wire. But I’ve also tried a bunch of shows that I ultimately didn’t feel sufficiently excited about - Switched at Birth, The IT Crowd and Justified. I’m not saying I could not see the appeal of them at all, but I just felt more exciting to try something else than to continue with those. And Netflix, among other things, has made that especially easy.

Between the Dutch and the American Netflix catalogue, these are some of the shows I’d like to give a try in the future: Buffy, Undeclared, My So-Called Life, Terriers, The Spiral, The Thick of It, Love/Hate, United States of Tara, Portlandia. See? There’s so much out there that I might love. Create your own golden age of television, guys!

If that Netflix list includes a show that you particularly love, will you tell me?

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19th August 2014

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I realized that there was no point in denying oneself a pleasure because it was denied another, in refusing to allow oneself to be happy because someone else was unhappy. I realized that all the time one was laughing and cracking silly jokes, somewhere in the world someone was lying at the point of death; that misery was lurking, people starving, behind a thousand windows; that there were such things as hospitals, quarries and coal-mines; that in factories, in offices, in prisons countless thousands toiled and moiled at every hour of the day, and that it would not relieve the distress of a single human being if yet another were to torment himself needlessly.
— Stefan Zweig, Beware of Pity

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14th August 2014

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Alexis Persani puts clothes on the sculptures of the museum   

The way forward

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12th August 2014

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What You Don’t Know About Depression


Here are the things no one tells you about (chronic) depression.

  • It is incurable. Once you’re diagnosed, that’s something you’ll be dealing with for the rest of your life. It can be managed, it can be molded, but it cannot be cured. For most people, depression is a sine wave. You will go up, you will feel happy, hell you’ll feel “normal” and it will be wonderful. Things will be easier and life will be manageable. But there will be another valley. There is always another valley. And that’s okay. Because there’s always another peak, so long as you can hold on.
  • It is boring. It’s so boring. You spend so much time numb that feelings seem like a foreign language to you. I find myself avoiding things I know under normal circumstances I would enjoy because I don’t want to ruin them forever with the taint of my malaise. You’ll play games you’ve already played, read books you’ve already read, stare at the ceiling and contemplate how much effort it would take to move your sorry carcass to another room and attempt to make something of your day before falling asleep midthought. Don’t worry. Your dreams will be full of anxious scenarios from your past, so it’s less rest and more draining unconsciousness, making you more than ready for your next nap in 4 hours.
  • It is not a selfish disease. This one may surprise you. You hear a lot about how people who suffer from depression or commit/attempt suicide are selfish for not thinking about how much pain their actions are causing others but that could not be farther from the truth. See, people who are suicidal can often only think of others. All they can see is how much of a burden they are on the people that love them. That their inability to function in the most basic of ways costs the people around them time and money and love and worry and they are eaten alive by the guilt of causing pain to the people they love. When people commit suicide it is because they have reached a point that they cannot see a better way out of the current situation for anyone involved. They know their actions will cause pain but see it as a better option than the alternative.
  • It is not a lonely disease. Oh, how I wish it were. It would be one thing if depression were merely about being isolated and disconnected from the world at large. But that’s not entirely accurate. There have been many nights that I’ve laid in bed and prayed (and I’m agnostic) for the peace that comes with solitude but it never came. Because depression is a prison sentence, that much is true but while we’re locked in the cell that our mind has become, we have a cellmate. That cellmate is the worse than the worst bully you’ve ever known. They’re cruel and inhuman. They are your sworn enemy, your nemesis, your final level boss. And they know all of your deepest, darkest secrets. They know every insecurity you have. They know all your secret hurts and fears. And all they live to do is exploit them. And when you’re depressed, you are never alone. You live in your cell, with your cellmate all hours, every day. Whether you’re surrounded by people or all alone, whether you’re asleep or awake, your cellmate is there and they are pushing and they are picking and they are wearing you down. There is no peace.
  • You can die from depression. You can. Most people think of suicide as a choice, as something that could have been avoided. People think that if someone would have known or said something or medications had been different or different doctors had been seen that tragedy would have been avoided and everyone would have been better off. But depression is a disease. It is incurable and inoperable. And as you live on its sine wave, the constant roiling up and down, no matter how much you get used to it, it does eat away at you. As high as the highs are, the lows always take a piece of you. When it recurs, your heart breaks a little more, because no matter who you are, you are certain that you had beaten it this time. As you age, you get tired, and as you move through life you have successes and happinesses and fulfillments that you were always sure would be enough to stave off the darkness for good but that was always more than your body would allow. Sometimes people die from depression because their bodies, their minds, their hearts, they just couldn’t take anymore. And that’s sad. But that’s okay. Because people can only withstand what they can withstand and to ask them to do more isn’t fair. We wouldn’t, shouldn’t, do it of victims of cancer or AIDS, we should grant our victims of longterm mental illness such release.
  • There is honor among the ill. The depressed can sense each other. We find each other. We see the sadness someone carries with them and we feel comfortable reaching out. It is a singular, dehumanizing condition that allows us all to feel inhuman together. It also grants us a fearful understanding when one of our own chooses to end their journey voluntarily. We recognize the tragedy and feel the keen sting of loss. But we also wince with the familiar yen to be off the roller coaster for good and are grateful that our brother in arms can, if nothing else, find greater peace in the void beyond. It is uncomfortable to understand the decision to end one’s life and it is perhaps reprehensible to support a person making that choice but when you’ve come so close to the edge you understand how much pain can blur the edges between black and white.
  • You can survive depression. You can live with it. You can embrace it as a part of yourself. You can acknowledge it as a part of your unique makeup, understanding that it may cripple you but that it doesn’t have to paralyze you, not forever. You can fight it. You can find a way through it. And there are people who are out there who can help you, who want to help you, find a path to peace. There is time and there is opportunity and there is joy and there is laughter and there is a way back to all of it for all of us.

Your depression may kill you. It may. But it certainly doesn’t have to be today.

In case anyone needs this right now. Solid piece by someone I really look up to.

11th August 2014

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Halikha LeKasariya [Eli, Eli] - Regina Spektor

I listen to this every night.

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