Loving this transitional palette in Elizabeth Shippen Green's 1905 "The Library." The soft summery greens blending with the incoming oranges & yellows of Autumn #art #antique #antiqueart #vintageillustration #elizabethshippengreen #vintageinterior #langtrygallery #homedecor #interiordesign

It ended up being leg day.

A panacea for whatever ails you.

It's an exclusively Depeche Mode playlist at the gym today and I'M LIVING.

I thoroughly enjoyed reading this Stereogum review of the new TS record. A highlight: "The songs on The Life Of A Showgirl are mean little pleasure-machines, energetic displays of mathematical force."

Postcards, cute texts from a boy, walking lunges, cadaver table crisis management, tepache, video calls to Johannesburg, six quarts of chicken stock, a good hang with Amy Poehler, telling him goodnight. I had a really good day.

I adore this book sooo much. It’s a stunner. It doesn’t pull punches. But it is beautiful. Highly recommended! Wild Dark Shore by Charlotte McConaghy

The person who hired me into my current position is going up for full professor, and somehow I'm the chairperson of the departmental review committee. It feels weird, somehow.

You know what we're going to do? We're going to wake up in the morning and believe in the future. Defiant optimism means we get to have faith in ourselves and each other, and snatching joy from the jaws of woe is the ultimate act of resistance.

Let's go about romance scientifically. I suggest we collect more data.

Do the isopods and the viperfish know about Sylvester? I want to dance in the depths with you in your disco submarine.

How sheer the fabric of the universe becomes within your gravitational field. How clearly you let me see the world beyond the world.

Hooooomigosh, that's been a long night of insomnia. To be followed by a long day of teaching and administrative meetings. *yawns pathetically*

Hey everyone, stop buying the reddest Honeycrisp apples. You'll be turning them into the next Red Delicious before you know it. Instead, select the apples with bright green, mottled shoulders and we'll be sending suppliers the message to preserve the flavor and snap of this elite variety.

Love starting my day with a nosebleed.

Beautiful plans grow upon me, like fingered coral on a reef. So many colors and shapes, filtering ideas from the ether.

Really cool, conceptually simple approach here: cross-referencing grant proposal scores with literature citations and explicit acknowledgments in drug patents to identify patents linked to projects that wouldn't have been funded given a smaller budget

I get that the news cycle is packed right now, but I just heard from a colleague at the Smithsonian that this is fully a GIANT SQUID BEING EATEN BY A SPERM WHALE and it’s possibly the first ever confirmed video according to a friend at NOAA 10 YEAR OLD ME IS LOSING HER MIND (a thread 🧵)

Why is every meeting people want to have with me scheduled for 3pm on a Friday?!

There's so much new music today! New stuff from Debii Dawson, Nation of Language, Kendra Morris, and Haute & Freddy, just for a start!

Magdalena Bay comes on my trail running playlist, I picture your face, and suddenly I'm running for the horizon.

I keep finding dog treats in the pockets of every pair of shorts I own.

Can I go home and look at a book of botanical illustrations before taking a nap?

The golden trees and the pumpkins outside storefronts are telling me it's fall, but the 84 °F weather and the pernicious mosquitoes are telling me it's still very much summer.

I just ate an inordinate amount of this lovely focaccia, baked to golden perfection with lashings of olive oil and love.

My beau gave me a jar of lemon curd. I'm standing in the kitchen in my underwear, eating it spooned over slices of brie, stacked on stoneground wheat crackers. This romance.

Scoring concert tickets when there's a digital queue is so stressful. But I got the Lady Gaga tix for next April. It's gonna be a sweet birthday week for sure!

My radio is tuned to your station. My compass points to your magnetic north. My script is open to your stage entrance.

It's a Penny and Sparrow kind of afternoon.

in trail running dreams jewelweed glitters and gleams by coldwater streams #bskyhaiku

So far being department chair is a lot of saying, "I don't know, but sure...why not?"

I'm as excited as a busload of gay rodeo clowns on their way to Dollywood!

I'm listening to the new Morcheeba album on my CD player. (Yes, I still buy new CDs.)

I'm trying to be more proactive about meal-prepping. This beluga lentil and roasted cauliflower salad has cubes of feta, and cherry tomatoes from my garden. The zippy dressing is olive oil, lemon, garlic, mustard, and fresh basil (again from my garden).

Spotify is almost unusable now. How are you even supposed to find or search for the new Lady Gaga tracks?

I just want to read beautiful words, listen to beautiful music, walk in beautiful woods and grasslands, make beautiful art, and share beautiful meals with my beautiful person.

My first week as department chair is in the books! I'm completely spent, but happy—have not thus far catalyzed the downfall of my discipline or a faculty riot. Time for wine and records.

I can't wait to get home and open a bottle of wine and put on some music.

My entire schedule is on the campus calendar, but instead of consulting it, everyone just booked meetings with me for the EXACT same 1-hour slot. Does that mean I can just pick what I think would be the least aggravating one to attend?

The zinnias in front of the library remind me of him.

this love pulsing through my smallest capillary, this love radiating from the very core of me, this love will propel you beyond the galaxy

Using my break to look at jaffle recipes. Grilled cheese season is here!

Snatch joy from the jaws of woe.

Watch this love light up your sky like lightning.

I don't even...what?!

Tell your friends you love them. I'm serious.

A cellular incantation. Meiotic arpeggios resound across deserts and island archipelagos and hydrothermal vents. Sacred evolutionary rites enacted over hundreds of millions of years. The neverending self-recursive fractal poetry of deoxyribonucleic acid. It all reaches a crescendo in you, my love.

When I shelve a book, or queue up another song, I often wonder if I'm the first person ever to have placed those two volumes together, or played those songs back-to-back. A new context for these works—unforeseen by its creators, but uniquely curated by me.

Hooooomigosh, this gym session is handing me my ass in a wet paper bag. It also doesn't help that I left my headphones at home.

I show you the exploding seed capsules of yellow jewelweed. A squeal of joy escapes your lips. The look of wonder on your face makes my heart explode just like jewelweed, scattering love along the trails and verges of this town.