A Weekend in Review: A+
Beer & books: the subject matter over lunch with a former professor. My poetry teacher is as cool as they come: a quick-witted English geek with a penchant for gastropubs and slam poetry.
She’s provided me with so much level-headed guidance and recommendation that it’s difficult to digest her investment in me. When you have people rooting for you, it makes the uphill climb slightly more bearable. I took her to a favorite deli, and we got to catch up for 1.5hrs.
The weekend consisted of ridiculous white-people dancing, beach reading, soccer playing, Metro riding, DTLA drinking, and EPL viewing. It hasn’t reached it’s conclusion yet, and I still have plenty of stuff on the plate.
I am incredibly lucky to have such healthy relationships and warm weather.
**I’m well aware how self-centric this post is. w/e
"To me, such outrage at a doting mom based on her appearance suggests the myopic tendency in our country to blame poverty on the poor, to confuse economic difficulties with moral failures, to muddle financial lapses with ethical ones."
- Great article about the “compassion gap” by Nicolas Kristof
Pause for Poetry
The engine coughs, sputters.
Shadows sprout amongst the leaves.
A hiss, a shriek.
Alone in the company of foliage,
the machine has puffed its last breath,
waiting for the hyenas to rip it up,
cackling with fiendish glee.
Milky eyes beneath a polished sheen.
Gnarled cane and an outstretched hand.
"Let me embrace you."
"I miss the human touch."
Caffeinated bulbs atop bohemian costume.
High ceilings looming above worn wood.
As the day dims,
this is a beacon for the Weird
and the Confused.
Grimy makers with Macbooks.
Draped across shoulder blades,
a curly, aromatic mane.
Press your nose within:
They call it Los Angeles.
Gems and duds-
Falling From the Skies
These drops are healing my battered, wary mind. I was hoping for a Noah-styled storm, but I’ll accept this steady pattering for the time being.
Anonymous asked: would you have any advice on your first job after college? I'm a senior and it seems like you have your shit together
That’s sweet of you, but I definitely do not have my shit together.
1. Read Sun Tzu’s “Art of War”. Have a plan.
2. Be the first to arrive and last to leave. Block Facebook and turn off your phone.
3. Job security is a fairytale your mom and your politicians are trying to sell you. There is no such thing as job security. Have a career, not a job. Make strategic decisions for your career, not for money or for “job security”
4. If you are 21-25 or whatever, you’re OK. Stop reading “30 under 30” lists. There’s still a lot of time left, as long as you’re not pregnant or addicted to drugs. Don’t compare yourself to what other people are doing. It’ll make you doubt yourself at work.
5. Speak up.
6. Manage expectations.
7. Kick ass, work hard, and make sure people know that you’re a rock star. Aggressive humility, but don’t sacrifice yourself.
8. Stay hungry for learning, especially if it’s related to your field.
9. Find meaning in producing good work.
Am I missing anything?
Preach MØ, Preach!
As a young musician still living that life to a degree, MØ symbolizes youth, even carrying it in her name. MØ is the Danish word for “maiden,” which she says fits her lyrical universe. In that universe, she’s constructed a kind of reassuring camaraderie in the uphill battle to having a fulfilled life for those who still cling to a sense of passion in spite of a society that encourages settling for less, for what’s easy. “We don’t have any guidelines to life. And we kind of have to find ourselves and find out who we are in the middle of all this, and it’s just a jungle. With this music, I wanna say, ‘Hey man, life is fucking hard but we can do it together.’”
*Courtesy of Pigeons & Planes