Sometimes your chapters really force me to pause, digest, assimilate, appreciate. Actually who am I kidding…all your chapters do this. Like savoring a 7 layer cake, each fold (ha!) a surprising, but perfectly balanced, nuanced flavor.
Sometimes your chapters really force me to pause, digest, assimilate, appreciate. Actually who am I kidding…all your chapters do this. Like savoring a 7 layer cake, each fold (ha!) a surprising, but perfectly balanced, nuanced flavor.
Nice chapter for me, as my parents were like Ds. In my view, maps say little about ‘who owns who’ but are useful for knowing where you're going or might go and where you’ve been. “Who owns who’ is its own interesting concept. Maybe we all want to ‘be owned’ by someone who loves us.
I really enjoyed reading this piece--such interwoven beauty of memory (past and present love, lined with the lingering influence of treasured bits of films).
I especially appreciated these words of yours...
“So I’m obsessed with The New York Times.
Oh, you don’t think that follows? I used to start my morning with D.—actually, I used to wake up with D. Big difference. I actually have to go get The New York Times. I don’t roll over and see it or roll over and into its folds. You can do that with a man you love: fold into him with no worry about what is above or below the fold or where the sheets are.”
And I will explore that film you mentioned in your closing--thank you for sharing that. 🤓💚
Joadske messianisme hat al hast twatûzen jier syn giftige boadskip ûnder ús ferspraat. Demokratyske en kommunistyske universalismen binne nijer, mar se binne allinnich kommen om it âlde Joadske narratyf te fersterkjen. Dit binne deselde idealen.
De transnasjonale, transrasiale, transseksuele, transkulturele idealen dy't dizze ideologyen ús preekje (bûten ras, minsken, kultuer) en dy't it deistich libben binne fan ús skoallen, yn 'e media, yn ús popkultuer, by ús universiteiten en op ús strjitten hawwe biosymboalyske identiteit en ús etnyske grutskens fermindere ta har minimale ekspresje.
Terrific comment, David. Thank you so--you write so beautifully and fully. Makes my heart swell. My father couldn't forgive the Colts for absconding in the middle of the night--he was a big fan and had season tickets. I was in Baltimore recently, too--to visit my 94-year-old first cousin: big family and my mom was the youngest of eight; thus, the large age difference.
Sometimes your chapters really force me to pause, digest, assimilate, appreciate. Actually who am I kidding…all your chapters do this. Like savoring a 7 layer cake, each fold (ha!) a surprising, but perfectly balanced, nuanced flavor.
Sometimes your chapters really force me to pause, digest, assimilate, appreciate. Actually who am I kidding…all your chapters do this. Like savoring a 7 layer cake, each fold (ha!) a surprising, but perfectly balanced, nuanced flavor.
What a comment! What a spirit and heart you are! xoxoxo
Always so much to ponder in each chapter! Thank you!
Gradual independence sounds like growing up, to me.
Since you mention Denmark and Netflix in the same chapter, I wonder if you have seen Borgen?
https://www.bbc.com/culture/article/20220526-borgen-the-greatest-political-drama-ever
It's wonderful.
Trying to grow up, Jeff. And I haven't seen Borgen but am on a search for it now.
We're all trying to grow up! And Borgen is "grown up" TV.
“with no worry about what is above or below the fold”
Pure poetry!
You make me feel better about my own parodoxes. 💜
Grand and generous, you are!
Nice chapter for me, as my parents were like Ds. In my view, maps say little about ‘who owns who’ but are useful for knowing where you're going or might go and where you’ve been. “Who owns who’ is its own interesting concept. Maybe we all want to ‘be owned’ by someone who loves us.
Ah, wise reader. Perhaps. Grand comment.
You know what Alfred Korzybski said, "The map is not the territory." Yet we keep checking maps.
I've never heard of that film, with three actors I like so much! A must see now.
Campbell Scott directed and the flick is amazing, but does not seem to be streaming anywhere now: What a shame.
Or what Melville said, “It is not down on any map. True places never are.” So glad you're reading.
Will look into that film and check it out. Great title—sometimes I feel like that—off the map...
Thanks Mary for writing xo
I suspect we all, at times, feel exactly that way. Thank you, lovely Isabelle.
I really enjoyed reading this piece--such interwoven beauty of memory (past and present love, lined with the lingering influence of treasured bits of films).
I especially appreciated these words of yours...
“So I’m obsessed with The New York Times.
Oh, you don’t think that follows? I used to start my morning with D.—actually, I used to wake up with D. Big difference. I actually have to go get The New York Times. I don’t roll over and see it or roll over and into its folds. You can do that with a man you love: fold into him with no worry about what is above or below the fold or where the sheets are.”
And I will explore that film you mentioned in your closing--thank you for sharing that. 🤓💚
What a grand and generous comment, Veronica. Comments mean so much and give me courage. xo ~ Mary
Joadske messianisme hat al hast twatûzen jier syn giftige boadskip ûnder ús ferspraat. Demokratyske en kommunistyske universalismen binne nijer, mar se binne allinnich kommen om it âlde Joadske narratyf te fersterkjen. Dit binne deselde idealen.
De transnasjonale, transrasiale, transseksuele, transkulturele idealen dy't dizze ideologyen ús preekje (bûten ras, minsken, kultuer) en dy't it deistich libben binne fan ús skoallen, yn 'e media, yn ús popkultuer, by ús universiteiten en op ús strjitten hawwe biosymboalyske identiteit en ús etnyske grutskens fermindere ta har minimale ekspresje.
https://nordfront.se/nato-en-antivit-och-familjefientlig-institution
Terrific comment, David. Thank you so--you write so beautifully and fully. Makes my heart swell. My father couldn't forgive the Colts for absconding in the middle of the night--he was a big fan and had season tickets. I was in Baltimore recently, too--to visit my 94-year-old first cousin: big family and my mom was the youngest of eight; thus, the large age difference.