I know this is probably a funny thing to post on a blog, however, lately I have been stressed about communicating through technology. During the week, I feel like I am constantly on screens. There are times when I have at least 15 people I have been texting with throughout the day. I am delighted to be connected to all of the people I love, though these conversations do not fulfill me nearly as much as real human interaction.
I am certainly guilty of avoiding real conversation and using a text or chat when, in reality, the person deserves at least a phone call from me. We all do. We communicate more and more with each other, but in the end it makes you feel really lonely.
As I have said before, the weekends have been a test for me to take a break from all of my screens and live in real life. So far my research has shown that it is nearly impossible for me to do.
Have you listened to Beck’s new album, Morning Phase? If not, it’s really good and I’d recommend you go ahead and give it a full listen. This song, “Blue Moon,” seems to be the one that’s getting most heavily promoted off the bat. Perhaps it is because of the universality of its opening lyric, “I’m so tired of being alone.” Perhaps not. Either way, you can’t really deny the power of belting out those words. Hell, Al Green’s masterpiece by that title never ceases to provide the sounds for a good ol’ self-pity session while simultaneously putting a little pep in your step. Of course there is a difference between being alone and being lonely. Many, many wonderful things can arise out of the time one spends alone. So for those of you thinking to yourself, man, what I wouldn’t do for a little alone time, I wish you some personal space. And for those of you whose alone-ness is creeping towards lonely, I wish you peace, patience and a proactive spirit. As they say, we’re all in this together!
Sometimes there is nothing better than scrolling the internet for interior inspiration. Well lit, lofty spaces and cozy corners give way to a thousand futures I might have.
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Here is a little room inspiration for you homies:
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Uhhh, yes please!
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Awesome day bed
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break in character
break in time
I need a break from screens. Send me your favorite book recommendations!
Lately I have been flying through books. As you may know, I read in spurts. When those spurts hit, I feel ravenous to dive into one book after another. I just re-read Clean Gut (since I am on day 8) and finished Gifts of Imperfection by Brene Brown. Both were very informative and reflective, but I want a story. A story that I feel lost in.
Connan Mockasin – Faking Jazz Together
Calloway – I Wanna Be Rich
George Harrison – I Got My Mind Set On You
I recently saw on a friend of mine’s Facebook page that he’d given this TED talk about his study of robotics & humanity. It is fascinating!
Read more about Guy Hoffman and his work here
THE CORE STAR
LIFE-FORCE ENERGY FIELD
Bottle it up | Label it well
Pick your poison, residual swell
Spend it | Invest it
Go back to the well
I have been noticing a lot of things on my walks around my neighborhood.
There is a mother sitting with her arm around her son. She’s tapping a beat with her hand and her feet, while he’s absorbed in his video game. One seat away is a pretty girl with long hair, reading a hard cover book. I can’t tell if she’s with the guy sitting next to her. They look like they go together but they aren’t really interacting so it’s hard to say. From the end of the car comes an overpowering conversation in Spanish. The volume makes me think it’s a fight but, in fact, it may just be a topic of passion. Another young girl is knitting; a first timer with instructions on her lap. Everyone else has headphones in their ears or is playing on their phone, minus the newest passenger with the orange scarf and orange hat, and the guy reading David Sedaris’ Naked at the end of the row seat. The energy is calm and people’s movement and speed convey that it’s a Saturday. To my right a woman dressed like a urban outdoorsmen opens and refolds her New York Times. We arrive at Delancey Street; I exit and walk toward the sounds of station performers singing out, “…people all over the world, join hands, start a love train, love train…”