(deutsche Version) Minimalism as [sic] a broad term. It covers a whole spectrum of living with less beliefs, form owning only possessions that you can squeeze into one suitcase, to halving your collection of ‘Now That’s What I Call Music’ CDs that were about to topple off your shelf anyway. At the strictest end it
Studies have suggested that we have 50,000 to 70,000 thoughts per day. For context, if each thought were a word, that means that our minds are generating enough content to produce a book Every. Single. Day. Unlike a book, our thoughts are not neatly composed. On a good day they’re vaguely coherent. This leaves out
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
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
I simply wanted to know — for myself and for my family — what meat is. Where does it come from? How is it produced? What are the economical, social and environmental effects? Are there animals that it is straightforwardly right to eat? Are there situations in which not eating animals is wrong? If this
Horace was alone in the city and he realized that being alone in the city was worse than being alone on the ranch. Because when he was alone on the ranch he had the dream of the city, the dream of what he would become in the city. But now he was there and