Rule to Live By / 02

I've always loved this quote by Ira Glass, so when I came across it today, so beautifully written, I had to share it.

It especially resonates with me this year.

... you will close the gap and your work will be as good as your ambitions ...

Yes.

Also. Handwriting envy.

Thanks for posting, Bri.

Biscuits & Simple Happiness

We get stuck in food ruts. For some reason I don't quickly tire of the foods I like, so I have no problem making and eating the same few things over and over again.

Maybe deriving happiness from this simplicity is a gift from the universe. That's how I'll choose to see it.

I've been making these fluffy, flaky, delicious biscuits nearly every weekend. And I recently learned that I can make superior buttermilk by adding lemon juice or vinegar to plain milk. 

This weekend's batch were the best yet.

I serve them with whatever's in the kitchen already: butter, jams, za'atar, proscuitto, cheese. 

Add these to your rut. You'll smile.

Additionally. Beth Kirby's photography blows me away.

In My Brain / 06

Oliver Sacks On Learning He Has Terminal Cancer: We read The Man Who Mistook His Wife For A Hat in AP Psychology, and Mr. Donahue took us all to meet Oliver Sacks. He's a personal hero of mine. (Amazing re-released book cover series by Cardon Webb)

Speaking of personal heroes: I might need to make a quick NYC trip to catch this Joan Didion exhibition.


It's only a matter of time before I get this shirt and start wearing it every day.


My friends and I are going to Escape The Room! I have done zero things to prepare, and I'm excited anyway.


We've been reading about and discussing The Oscars in our film studies class. We'll be live tweeting during the show tomorrow night. Join us: #Oscars2015 #gikreel

Weekend movie matinee for one

I confessed to the students in my film studies class that I love going to the movies by myself.

(The expressions on their faces didn't fully reflect the awesomeness I was projecting.)



It's true. Going to the movies might be my favorite solo activity. I would like to recommend it to everyone in the universe.

I would like to further recommend a contraband coffee and bagel for a weekend matinee.

Saturday morning I rode my bike down to Old City to see Still Alice, which is excellent and crushingly sad. In a room full of senior citizens I sobbed into my coffee, admired Julianne Moore's glowing excellence, and totally verified that going to the movies is not a friend-thing.



Oh hey!
I also did this other thing I used to do all the time, which I had almost entirely abandoned since moving: I carried my camera.


Here are some photos I snapped on my walk by the waterfront and around Old City.






Have I mentioned that I really, really love Philly? Because I really, really do.