I need more patience. Old people and maps don’t mesh.
that’s my heart
Regardless of whether you take yourself off the Facebook grid, there’s no stopping your National Enquirer-friend from reprising you of things you’d rather not hear via phone.
And that’s Tuesday’s lesson.
Big changes in the next two weeks. At the moment, my brain’s too scattered to write a proper post about it but I promise to jot it all down (and get back to your inbox messages) as soon as things sort of quiet down. Why am I writing this as if I’ve got a gaggle of followers? Whatever. This goes to the handful of you who read this tumblr space: I’ll be back.
The loveliest thing you’ll watch today: Tilda Swinton and Roger Ebert’s widow lead a 1,500-person Barry White dance-along honoring Ebert. Pair with Ebert on writing, life and mortality.
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this week: OVER IT
also, i’m not getting any inbox message notifications on this thing. so if it takes me a few weeks to a month to answer, point that snarky finger at tumblr hq.
i can count on one hand the number of times that i’ve been genuinely excited to look at someone else’s vacation photos and that genuine excitement usually lasts up to photo #10 of 100.