Date a girl who reads. Date a girl who spends her money on books instead of clothes. She has problems with closet space because she has too many books. Date a girl who has a list of books she wants to read, who has had a library card since she was twelve.
Find a girl who reads. You’ll know that she does because she will always have an unread book in her bag.She’s the one lovingly looking over the shelves in the bookstore, the one who quietly cries out when she finds the book she wants. You see the weird chick sniffing the pages of an old book in a second hand book shop? That’s the reader. They can never resist smelling the pages, especially when they are yellow.
Read the full text here, attributed to Rosemary Urquico (image via).
Weekend Links is a collection of the interesting bits and pieces that I’ve come across on the streets and online. The weekly post is my chance to share with you a few things from the week, in a list compiled during the weekend. I hope you enjoy them as well.
A few things I enjoyed LAST week:
1. Dreaming of a summer holiday in Fethiye in the Turkish Riviera (pictured above)
2. Browsing the collection of photos from New York Fashion Week on The Big Picture
3. Listening to Joan as Police Woman live (finally!) at Paradiso
4. Looking at how others enjoy my favorite moment of the day with this fantastic blog (pictured below, via @kfar53)
5. Watching the Vice Guide to Narco Cinema, the Mexican film genre that has exploded in popularity. Crazy.
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A few days ago my sister posted this photo of my mom, at 18, having caught a big fish like a true Oregonian. I have seen this photo dozens of times throughout my life, but I can’t seem to recall the details. Did she catch the fish herself? Was she fishing with my dad (an avid outdoorsman)? I think they had met by the time she was 18, but I can’t recall specifically. Was she holding his catch? Was she flirting with him in her nonchalance?
Inspired to dig into my small archive of scanned photos from the past, I came up with these great photos: my Dad in his hometown Chicago, my parents on a road trip across the US, my parents by a lake, and a photo of me hanging out in a backpack while on a hike with my Dad. I love these glimpses from the past, but they’re not enough for me. I want to know the stories of each photo, the details, emotions, and a description of what happened before and after. Maybe it’s time for my dad to start writing the biography that my siblings and I have been trying to convince him of for years.
Beautiful photo taken in Queens, New York by Megan McIsaac.
In Russian, the word–Sibir’–is pure onomatopoeia. A shiver begins with the first letter and concludes with the palatalized r at the end, which, combined with the bi preceding it, amounts to brrr. Only a cosmic Dickens of place-naming would have chosen a name with such a chilly and mysterious sound. And yet Sibir’, so resonant in Russian, is not of Russian provenance, but whispers of deepest Asia.
Currently reading Ian Frazier’s Travels in Siberia, the stories of travelers past and Frazier’s own experience exploring the vast region (image via).
Photography everywhere, not least the intriguing work by memtic.
This unassuming vegetable has become an object of my fascination in the past weeks. About a month ago I tried a turnip for my first (!) time. Fresh and crisp with a hint of spice, I was sold. Not unlike my discovery of figs last year, I can’t quite explain how I had lived so long without having tasted this vegetable. At the end of the growing season here in Holland, I’ll enjoy it fully until the next time around (first image via, second image via).