…and sh*t hits the fan. Or rather, the shelves. And timelines. Because Karen feels betrayed, and she wants to talk about it. As a result, the minimalism/decluttering/conscious consuming online community goes crazy, in opposite directions. Die-hard fans and design aficionados joyfully anticipate forthcoming sparks of joy from ordering a $200 tea container or a $75
Freedom of choice is freedom of choosing. It’s also freedom not to choose, to decide when you do not want to choose. —Simona Botti My oh my. The world is my oyster, but unfortunately, I seem to be allergic to seafood. Which is an awkward way of saying: Overload is at an all-time high,
What the blurb tells us: Wealthy Richard Walker has just dies, leaving his country house full of rooms packed with the detritus of a lifetime. His estranged family — bitter ex-wife Caroline, troubled teenage son Trenton, and unforgiving daughter Minna — have arrived for their inheritance. But the Walkers are not alone. Prim Alice and
“I guess there are never enough books.” —John Steinbeck Why ‘too many’ and not just ‘enough?’ Right now I’m reading six books at the same time — different books for different moods, different mindsets, different levels of mental capacity. Me being the fuzzybrainy mood reader that I am, this does not work out
Being the ADHD fuzzybrain that I am, I stumbled upon the concept(s) of minimalism a while ago and roughly 846 hyperfixation sessions later, I’m loving the idea of decluttering for mental health and negative space — or, to describe it in non-minimalist jargon: empty space. Being the postwar grandchild that I am, I'm used
Also eines mal gleich vorweg: wie minimalistisch bzw. nicht-minimalistisch jemand plant, hängt natürlich grundsätzlich weniger vom Planungsmedium, sondern mehr von der Fülle an Planungsmaterial ab. Somit ist der Titel zwar gut gemeint und thementechnisch wegweisend, trotzdem aber auch ein wenig irreführend. Was ich damit vor allem verdeutlichen will, ist der Umstand, dass das offene Konzept
Being all over the place is nothing new for me, as most of you will know by now. Apart from some serious ADHD fuzzybrain issues, doing a lot of freelance work (mainly writing and editing) as well as (still) organizing a dissertation may add even more pressure to my already overwhelmed mind. Furthermore, I have
What the blurb tells us: When Chris Kraus, an unsuccessful artist pushing forty, spends an evening with a rogue academic named Dick, she falls madly and inexplicably in love, enlisting her husband in her haunted pursuit. Dick proposes a kind of game between them, but when he fails to answer their letters Chris continues
Before my wife turned vegetarian, I’d always thought of her as completely unremarkable in every way. To be frank, the first time I met her I wasn’t even attracted to her. Middling height; bobbed hair neither long nor short; jaundiced, sickly-looking skin; somewhat prominent cheekbones; her tied, sallow aspect told me all I needed
Ich bin bei Literatur, die auch nur ansatzweise in die klassische Selbsthilfe/Improve-yourself-Richtung gehen könnte, immer ein wenig vorsichtig: Vieles ist mir persönlich zu spirituell, esoterisch oder dogmatisch, sodass ich es, selbst wenn die Idee an sich interessant erscheint, schlicht kaum ernst nehmen und noch weniger umsetzen kann (oder will). Zudem bin ich zwar immer neugierig