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If a writer of prose knows enough of what he is writing about he may omit things that he knows and the reader, if the writer is writing truly enough, will have a feeling of those things as strongly as though the writer had stated them. The dignity of movement of an iceberg is due to only one-eighth of it being above water.
February 5, 2014 / read / watch /
Do you ever listen to a song on repeat until you burn out on it? I do it constantly. I get ‘stuck’ on a song, and then I listen to it over and over and over again for days. The crazy thing is, I’m insatiable, and weeks or even months later I can put the song on again and still go through the same cycle. Such tunes include “Formidable” by Stromae, “Hanging On” by Active Child, “Disintegration” by Jimmy Eat World (we’re going on NINE YEARS on this one!), “Atlantic” and “Bedshaped” by Keane, “Sylvia” by Miike Snow, “Intro” by the XX, and “Waves” by Camille. Oh, and if we’re being completely honest, this song by Ace of Base. It came out in 1995 and I still listen to it on repeat. This is a judgement-free zone, fyi.
So it shouldn’t come as a surprise when I say I’ve picked up another one. Who knows if this one will withstand the test of time for me, but it’s all I’ve listened to for over 30 hours now. And as usual, I’m way late to the party on discovering this song, but that doesn’t mean I’m not making up for lost time. There was lots of awkward dancing with Fitz around the house last night, blasting this song (on repeat, of course).
Just try not to be won over by its catchiness. I dare you! What are you listening to right now? Any other admitted repeat-junkies out there?
February 4, 2014 / Tuesday Tunes /
My goal this year (aside from 1. Finish the first draft of my novel, 2. Get married, and 3. Run away to Paris) is to read 30 books. Doable, yes? In January I read “The Paris Architect”, “The Goldfinch”, and “Sotheby’s: The Inside Story.” If I keep up this 3/month pace, I’ll be fine. Right now I’m almost halfway through “The Paris Wife,” a fictional account of Hemingway and his first wife and their time in Paris in the 1920s. The description of the first apartment they rent reminds me of the line “All that’s missing is the tuberculosis.” I’ve made that joke before, but I swear every attic apartment in Paris just begs for it.
Well, almost every attic apartment in Paris. This one, for sale at €865,000 ($1.17m) is more ‘loft penthouse’ than ‘bohemian attic hovel’, and the clear exception to the notion that top floor Parisian apartments are dens of iniquity and disease for starving writers. Check out that view, and that bookshelf! I don’t know which is dreamier.