angel food, thoughts, and projects
Working on: a text self-portrait in zine format, a Master List blog post for Fall including books, links, lists, movies, and wishes, making mood playlists instead of monthly ones, trying to figure out what I want to do for work, building my Polaroid photos collection for another zine I'm making (too many zines on the brain), subscribing to above-my-intellect-newsletters to broaden my reading landscape, giving Are.na another shot, thanking my lucky stars for my current state of life.
✧you're my internet crush✧
In true serendipitous fashion, after rabbit-holing down a throng of blogs, I came across the writing of Lauren Cook, a transsexual naturalist and writer from Upstate New York. I bought his book Sex Goblin immediately after reading an excerpt from my new favorite literary magazine Angel Food. This is the kind of writing that makes me want to write.
The Earthly Connections section from Angel Food, is so darling. These snippets entail personals ads, missed connections, apartment listings, and <3 notes. This page evokes old, smoky coffee shop vibes, with newspaper pages riddled with red pen circles.
A Series of Details written by Goofpunk, was such a fun read. It almost read like a short story. Goofpunk...I think you should write short fiction:))
Goodbye Domains. A graveyard for good domains you let expire.
blurry Polaroid cone flowers from my neighborhood this morning
Thoughts:
What if I started a quirky literary magazine?
Why is it that when a famous woman dies, they only show pictures of her when she was young and beautiful? What about her...now? Her present life—erased. She's only as good as her best-photographed younger self.
I'd like to learn film photography.
Yesterday, through my Summer Postcard Project, I met a new internet friend, Lola, an artist and designer from Spain. She wrote me the sweetest message, and I can't wait to send her a postcard all the way to Europe!
My bf is camping with his parents up in Arrowhead, and he filmed the bonfire they shared last night. I was privy to the unhurried conversations of a family, his family, and one, it made me miss the comfort of having parents, and two, he sounded so innocent in a way. It made me realize that when we're happy and content, we unconsciously unravel our former child-like presence.