Grey skies. Gloomy weather. Yesterday it rained. Not a lot, more like a heavy drizzle if even that. Not enough to use the windshield wipers while driving, only enough to wipe the drops off in between errands. It was watch a movie weather. Curl up on the couch with a good book weather. If I had a fireplace, make a fire kind of weather. Today the weather is sort of like yesterday but it feels different. I don’t know what it was but yesterday felt good. Like some kind of bridge from what was to what can be. Maybe it’s because I didn’t spend hours on Twitter soaking up bad news like a dirty sponge. There is a peace of mind in that, that I want to hold on to. But then this morning I forgot myself and let go. Maybe that’s the difference. It’s a constant roller coaster ride of wanting to be informed and wanting to curl up inside my own little bubble.
A few more from last month that I found on my phone.
Oh Lord this brought tears to my eyes. Mavis Staples, Wilco, and Nick Lowe rehearsing “The Weight”. Right now I don’t think there is not much more that could make me feel so alive and grateful and humble.
Yesterday the great Milton Glaser died. It was his 91st birthday. You might not know his name but you surely know his work. He designed the “I heart New York” logo and the Bob Dylan poster and the Aretha Franklin poster and so so so much more. He also co-founded New York Magazine. I first came across Glaser and his work about eleven or so years ago one night while I was wandering around the internet looking for inspiration. I came across a website by Hillman Curtis, that had videos of various artists talking about their art and art in general. The above video was one of those videos. Over the ensuing years I think I have watched it about a hundred times. It gives me inspiration and brings me joy and reminds me of the power of art.
“I think the most interesting thing that one can say about one’s later life is that if you can sustain your interest in what you’re doing you’re extremely fortunate person. What you see very frequently in people’s professional lives and perhaps in their emotional lives as well, is that they lose interest in the third act and you sort of get tired and indifferent and sometimes defensive and you kind of lose your capacity for astonishment. And that’s a great loss because the world is a very astonishing place.”