nobody, not even the rain, has such small hands.
-ee cummings
“She was terrific to hold hands with. Most girls if you hold hands with them, their goddam hand dies on you, or else they think they have to keep moving their hand all the time, as if they were afraid they’d bore you or something. Jane was different. We’d get into a goddam movie or something, and right away we’d start holding hands, and we wouldn’t quit till the movie was over. And without changing the position or making a deal out of it. You never even worried, with Jane, whether your hand was sweaty or not. All you knew was, you were happy. You really were.”
- J. D. Salinger, The Catcher in the Rye
“My dear, I think of you always and at night I build myself a warm nest of things I remember and float in your sweetness till morning.”
— Zelda Fitzgerald, letter to F. Scott Fitzgerald. Mid- November 1931
Delightful post on the UK’s Poultry Club’s show!
“Flop”:
With these aesthetic guidelines clearly laid out, the Poultry Club adds a final, useful note on judging freshness (always a slippery attribute). As an egg ages, its water content evaporates through its porous shell, which causes “the contents to ‘flop’ within the shell when the egg is shaken sharply.” Judges will thus “jerk an egg past their ear when judging, listening for a telltale ‘flip’.”
Via my hero Edible Geography
“…there has been a noticeable shift over the past decade or so toward thinking that artists’ new job is to answer society’s most urgent needs in short periods of time for little to no money.”
— Good Intentions and Big Ideas: Feel Good Grants That Exploit Artists and Reduce Arts Funding
