This is riveting: Mick Jagger & David Bowie dance in the streets, sans “Dancing in the Streets.”
Just a few days ago I was staring out the window of an airplane and marveling at the view. It had been a long time since I’d had a window seat, so until it got dark I ignored my book and watched as Chicagoland grew smaller and smaller, all its roads and cars and housing developments snaking around…
The fear of flying, the unexpected consequence (?)
Life in publishing.
EDMUND: You’ve just told me some high spots in your memories. Want to hear mine? They’re all connected with the sea. Here’s one. When I was on the Squarehead square-rigger, bound for Buenos Aires. Full moon in the trades. The old hooker driving fourteen knots. I lay on the bowsprit, facing astern, with the water foaming into spume under me, the masts with every sail white in the moonlight, towering high above me. I became drunk with the beauty and singing rhythm of it, and for a moment I lost myself—actually lost my life. I was set free! I dissolved in the sea, became white sails and flying spray, became beauty and rhythm, became moonlight and the ship and the high dim-starred sky! I belonged, without past or future, within peace and unity and a wild joy, within something greater than my own life, or the life of man, to life itself! To God, if you want to put it that way. Then another time, on the American Line, when I was lookout on the crow’s nest in the dawn watch. A calm sea, that time. Only a lazy groundswell and a slow, drowsy roll of the ship. The passengers asleep and none of the crew in sight. No sound of man. Black smoke pouring from the funnels behind and beneath me. Dreaming, not keeping lookout, feeling alone, and above, and apart, watching the dawn creep like a painted dream over the sky and sea which slept together. Then the moment of ecstatic freedom came. The peace, the end of the quest, the last harbor, the joy of belonging to a fulfillment beyond men’s lousy, pitiful, greedy fears and hopes and dreams! And several other times in my life, when I was swimming far out, or lying alone on a beach, I have had the same experience. Became the sun, the hot sand, green seaweed anchored to a rock, swaying in the tide. Like a saint’s vision of beatitude. Like the veil of things as they seem drawn back by an unseen hand. For a second you see—and seeing the secret, are the secret. For a second there is meaning! Then the hand lets the veil fall and you are alone, lost in the fog again.
From A Long Day’s Journey Into Night, by Eugene O’Neill
Monica Bonvicini, Not For You, 2006.
Sitting in the waiting room (Wednesday afternoon)
Why, if this isn’t the sweetest little birthday gif I’ve ever received.
An animal thought to be a giant sea anemone is an impostor!
This deep-water creature with tentacles reaching more than 6.5 feet long, thought to be one of the world’s largest sea anemones, actually belongs to a new order of animals. The finding is part of a new DNA-based study led by the American Museum of Natural History. Lead author Estefanía Rodríguez says, “this amazing finding tells us that we have so much more to learn and discover in the ocean.”
Sea anemones are stinging polyps that spend most of their time attached to rocks on the sea floor or on coral reefs. Although they vary greatly in size and color, anemones have very few defining structures, and as a result, classifying these animals can be difficult.
For now, this giant is the only species in the new order, “so imagine what else is still out there to discover,” says Rodríguez.