Interesting commentary on race and swimming
A sip, a taste, a swill of summer
Not to get all gushy-wistful, but watermelon is a rites-of-passage fruit, as nostalgia-inducing as summer’s first fireflies, the hum of cicadas, a cannonball splash. Come college, the watermelon gets sloshed, spiked through a carved hole with vodka and tequila at Indian-summer fraternity parties. Or its lush flavor is replicated in syrupy-lethal watermelon shooters favored by the fake-ID set. But as we grow up, the watermelon’s role in cocktails becomes less of a contest, more a laid-back, refreshingly simple pleasure, appreciated for its versatility—its natural sweetness mixing amicably with all the white liquors. The watermelon’s 92% water, 8% sugar weight-breakdown blends and muddles better than any citrus or melon selection, and leaves drinks looking mighty purdy: If a smile had a color it’d be watermelon in hue. - Steve Garbarino for the Wall Street Journal
(Source: The Wall Street Journal)
“Sometimes the urge to reshape a tragedy into a story of hope just undermines the hope therein. We don’t need to reimagine every disaster as a tale of heroism. We don’t need to turn every funeral into a celebration. A divorce is not a birthday party or a high-school reunion or a three-day restorative spa getaway. Just as there is a time to meditate, a time to live your best life, a time to be ‘fierce,’ there is also a time to weep openly, a time to regret everything and a time to eat big doughnuts in bed. We all have a right to our own bad choices — and a right to feel bad about them too. As Lord Byron wrote, ‘Sorrow is knowledge.’ So for God’s sake, let’s stop rushing to get to the good part.”
—Heather Havrilesky for the New York Times
(Source: The New York Times)
Lupe Fiasco ft. John Legend “I’ll Never Forget You”
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"He told me that in Greek, nostalgia literally means the pain from an old wound. It’s a twinge in your heart, far more powerful than memory alone. This device isn’t a spaceship, it’s a time machine. Goes backwards, forwards, and takes us to a place where we ache to go again. It’s not called ‘The Wheel,’ it’s called ‘The Carousel.’ It lets us travel the way a child travels, round and around and back home again, to a place where we know we are loved."
— Don Draper, Mad Men (via tierneylee)
“In a world where so many things seem marked by their instability, your hijabs are held together with only the strength of one or two pins—a held constant in the chaos of the grander scheme of things.”
