Invisible Posts

I've been writing and not posting my posts.  I'll start writing and posting again.

Richmond and the Important Things in Life and Needing All the Things from Need Supply Co.

When 2 girls who share certain things like good taste, spring breaks and career dreams, it's important they keep in touch. It's important they get together in one of their brilliant little coffee shop towns for a weekend of expensive cocktails they don't pay for and window-shopping designer boutiques and looking mid-winter hot.  It's not a particularly productive weekend for either girl in terms of getting things done but in terms of meeting quotas of meeting new people and checking out spring trends and new bars, the weekend is still just as necessary.

Getting wardrobeally stable for spring takes time and preparation, but thanks to girls who share good taste and Need Supply Co. I think we're going to be o.k.

Hugh Mackay

“I actually attack the concept of happiness. The idea that - I don’t mind people being happy - but the idea that everything we do is part of the pursuit of happiness seems to me a really dangerous idea and has led to a contemporary disease in Western society, which is fear of sadness. It’s a really odd thing that we’re now seeing people saying “write down 3 things that made you happy today before you go to sleep”, and “cheer up” and “happiness is our birthright” and so on. We’re kind of teaching our kids that happiness is the default position - it’s rubbish. Wholeness is what we ought to be striving for and part of that is sadness, disappointment, frustration, failure; all of those things which make us who we are. Happiness and victory and fulfillment are nice little things that also happen to us, but they don’t teach us much. Everyone says we grow through pain and then as soon as they experience pain they say “Quick! Move on! Cheer up!” I’d like just for a year to have a moratorium on the word “happiness” and to replace it with the word “wholeness”. Ask yourself “is this contributing to my wholeness?” and if you’re having a bad day, it is.”

retitled: a poem

So mad sometimes

At you

I don't even know you.

Don't even have any bad names to call you. If I did I'd say you're ugly and not that I care if you're ugly but to me you are. I don't ever think anyone is ugly because I always find people to be beautiful but to me you are ugly.  Now I'm mad at myself for thinking someone I don't even know is ugly.  See what you do? That's not even all of it.  The person you hurt the most probably wouldn't even say anything bad about you but for some reason I can't help it. I don't even know you.  I don't even know why I'm wasting this writing on you I just don't like you. Don't even know why I don't like you I just don't get why. Why? Look at me asking you why.  I don't care why because if you told me then I'd have to understand. I don't want to understand. I don't want to forgive you.  I should be over you by now like everyone else but I'm not.  I just want to forgive you. Then I can forget you forever. It's like you die.  Not you as a person, you as my thoughts.  First my dad now my thoughts.  Why do you have to keep taking what's mine away from me?   

Don't answer that I hope I never have to talk to you again.

That Glow on the Beach

"We renovate, not rebuild."

Well in this case, we rebuild. But only because we had to.  I just like how the mayor from American Hustle put that.

While working on this place in Miami, I think it's important to remember we are "renovating" the past, instead of rewriting it.  Taking the history of a location and honoring its story and culture. By celebrating it, not forgetting it.  That includes what's already there, but also what's not. What used to be there matters too.

I think America is tired of brand new megaplex resort hotels that mean nothing but a credit card and syrup in their cocktails. I think people want to feel human again.  Be reminded that humanity exists as it always has. This is just the next chapter, a new flame to ignite and glow on the beach.

See: The 1950's Restaurants of 22nd Street