READ: “When the book was done and sent to her agent, she became immensely convivial for a few weeks.” | “Food, like sex, is very difficult to write about without descending into cliché or embarrassingly purple prose.” | Furler wrote Rihanna’s “Diamonds” in 14 minutes. | Bury the dead. | “The agony of labour is unbearably real, I felt it, but pain becomes immediately abstract once it has passed – possible to recall, impossible to re-feel.” (A whole episode of OTHERPPL dedicated to writers’ birth stories.) | Currently reading, late: Life After Life.
LOOK: Heide Museum of Modern Art in Kinfolk. My Sunday is named for Sunday Reed. | Apartment, Carlton North. | The weighing of the heart. | Leafy locks. | I made the Green Kitchen Stories frozen pink cheesecake for Easter. There’s a pic on my Instagram” @thejessicastanley. Nice, but it was a bit shown up by a beautiful victoria sponge someone else brought. I should’ve saved it for summer. | Season’s eatings. | “I’m satisfied that people are finding the strength of my work.”
THINK: It doesn’t matter whether the entity is a company, government or an individual, expenses cannot exceed income. | The liberal arts nanny. | HORMONES.
This READ.LOOK.THINK. is being produced while I try and teach the baby to nap in her cot, not just her pram. For a moment she seemed like she would sleep when I was (unsustainably) leaning down to hold her hand, but then my ponytail flipped over my head and she laughed herself awake. Now she is crying in such a dispirited and tired way I feel like a terrible person. If she has not fallen asleep by the time I post this I’ll have to give up and put her in her pram. Not feeling the self elevation/self love right now.
READ: Young love fucks us up. | “Thinking, not moving, was living.” | “You hesitate to say anything at all, as if staying quiet better preserves the miracle.” | “Being immersed in the daily life of a stay-at-home father, in what most people still considered women’s work, had changed how I read.” | As a feminist, I knew the score. Having a baby meant writing was out of the question, for months if not years. But what effect would the pram in the hall have on reading?
LOOK: notes from apart. | Celia Rowlson-Hall‘s choreography. | Call Chelsea Peretti. | Cake with edible flowers. | Hackney Marshes: A Walk for One. | Za’atar. | Fatima Al Qadiri. | Practising Simplicity. | One room living. | Sunday with a swan by Vic.
THINK: Forget clicks. I think we know now that even people who’ve shared it haven’t read it. | Class in Australia. | “…we always knew we could do a great deal of damage to this planet, but even the most hubristic among us had not imagined we would ever be able to fundamentally change its rhythms and character, just as a child who has screamed all day at her father still does not expect to see him lie down on the kitchen floor and weep.” | The shallowness of True Detective.
READ: The Glass Essay by Anne Carson | Mary Beard: The public voice of women. | When a (comparatively) carefree blackgirl wins an Oscar. | Emily Gould: How much my novel cost me. I liked finding out that this, which sounds so natural, took months to write. I also like it because there’s hater fuel in there. She squandered a small fortune. Her boyfriend paid off her credit card. These days it’s braver to say that kind of stuff than it is to admit to… (I don’t know, whatever it used to be scary to say in personal essays). | Steve Roggenbuck’s MFA.
LOOK: Anabela’s favourite yoga and meditation apps. | Noisli. | Enjoying Ana Kinsella’s A week’s clicks. | Happy birthday Fashion Abecedaire!
THINK: Normcore: “letting go of the need to look distinctive.” | Peer pressure no longer exists because peers no longer exist. | Television is not the new novel. Television is the old novel. | Regret is the perfect emotion for our self-absorbed times. | On boring, inaccessible theatre. | Australians “find something cathartic about this official form of violence.” | Parental anxieties and stress about technology are “devastating and destructive.”