"With acupuncture needles trembling from the corners of her mouth like cat’s whiskers, Moon Bo-in, 5, whined with fear. But the doctor, wearing a yellow gown patterned with cartoon characters, poked more needles into her wrists and scalp.
'It’s O.K., dear,' said her mother, Seo Hye-kyong. 'It will help make you pretty and tall. It will make you Cinderella.'”
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These days, artists have no difficulty in finding free materials to work with. The same stuff can be used over and over again, for different purposes. One artwork can be transformed into another. Why can’t our industrial production system work the same way? Because it is automated and needs standardized parts. Mass production and re-use of scavenged materials don’t match, unless the materials undergo the (mostly energy-intensive) intermediate step of recycling.
From Nick’s detailed dissection of Kentucky’s Mint Julep, to the inimitable Italian classic Negroni, to homemade Grenadine in search of an old cocktail called the Daisy, he has been rather busy in the world of cocktails. Me, I waxed poetic about a drink cocktail historian Dave Wondrich wrote about called the Tombstone, a cocktail of great simplicity and wonder.
n. the experience of deliberately waiting for up to half a minute—viewfinder to eyeball—before you take a group picture, half-enjoying the power to make people stand around grinning at length in the same direction; half-curious as to which smile fades first.
n. the experience of peeling off the crinkly outer layer of an onion with your fingers, and feeling a faint memory of ripping wrapping paper from a present handful by tiny handful, which causes you to tear up and laugh at the same time, weirding out all the other Subway sandwich artists.
j. d. salinger had already written franny and zooey before the angsty kid initially wrote him a letter, which i suppose makes his pitch-perfect response appropriate. regardless of literary reference points, i love the subtle advice the author doles out. i wish someone i’d admired had given me similar mentoring during college… and that i’d been wise enough to hear/accept it.
Oct. 21, 1962
Dear Mr. Stevens,
I must tell you first, offputtingly or no, that I am at best a one-shot letter writer, these days. Along with that, I really never have anything to say when I`m done writing fiction at the end of a day. One thought, and one only, hits me about your letter. Entirely “materialistic,” I’m afraid. You need a new typewriter ribbon. Get one or don’t get one, but unless you make an effort to deal with things as unabstractly as that, you’re stewing quite unnecessarily. You’ve decided that Things are what matter to people. Of course. Not only with “people” but with you, too. Everything in your letter is a thing, concrete or abstract. Avidya and vidya are things. For me, before anything else, you’re a young man who needs a new typewriter ribbon. See that fact, and don’t attach more significance to it than it deserves, and then get on with the rest of the day. Good wishes to you.