escaping words ... from my brain

This is where my procrastination-induced and complaint-filled entries lived while I was studying for the bar. Now, I suppose, it's a random space where shorter posts will hang out, eat snacks, and talk about me behind my back.


Writings that take more time will live at my regular blog at escaping words.


katelinchow:

Refrain from your sideeyeing*, but I recently joined a book club here in D.C. in which we try to read, exclusively, books by/about women. This has spurred me to challenge myself to read more books by/about people of color —and specifically, by/about women of color. (The hope is to finish a new book every two weeks.)

But what titles do I turn to? I’unno. Or at least, I didn’t know.

So I crowdsourced a list, and a whole bunch of lovely, awesome internet people helped me come up with a whole lot of titles. Like, more than 300 titles. It was pretty amazing watching folks cluster into the document and add their favorites.

So here’s that list. It still needs organizing, but peruse it and add your own titles!

*I am a 60-year-old cat lady at heart.

(Read about how I actually carried out the project after the jump)

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Hooray!

theparisreview:

“Just as in perverse moments one’s worst nature ruins a too-perfect day with a fight, the happiness felt unsustainable … I was slightly relieved to have the beauty alleviated.”

Sadie Stein on the return of bad weather.

What! I want this umbrella.

bobzenub:

Charles and Erik finally reconciles

(via ashleyeleigh)

Me, almost a decade ago. Consistency or stagnation? Whatevers lolz I don’t care go away.

[I]t’s also a level of privilege and class and more of a class issue and the ability to curate your life. You have to have a certain amount of money or be able to reject a certain amount of other things in order to live in a neighborhood where you kind of chose it — the people you live next to, the coffee shops.

micropolisnyc:

Fascinating. These girls started performing for American soldiers in 1954 for chocolate and beer which they then exchanged for food. And since they didn’t know any English, they had to phonetically memorize every song ahead of time — country hits like “Ole Buttermilk Sky.” THE ROOTS OF K-POP.

neatorino:

The Kim Sisters

(from the website above) 

[The Kim Sisters] were a South Korean trio who had a successful career in America during the 50’s and 60’s. To support their family during the Korean War, they performed songs for American GIs who then spread word of them after returning home. They were signed to a contract and went to the US, eventually performing 22 times on The Ed Sullivan Show.
Can I just add how much I love that they were successful Asian-Americans in the mid-20th century? Also I’m glad vintage style inspiration isn’t spared for Asian women!

Breathe as deep into your bones
as Houdini might have
into his.

Forget what you know.
Or, at least,
try.

My idea of the perfect exercise class is this: The teacher gives us all a hug and goes, “You did it! You showed up! Let’s lie down.” We all lie down and she’s like, “How is everybody feeling?” We’re like, “Great!” And the teacher’s like, “Great!” Then we all get to leave 20 minutes early. - Amy Poehler, Ladies Home Journal

(via bossypants)