Post-Hurricane Sandy, Point Pleasant Beach, NJ
Now I have moved to the couch in my house library and oh my god it is so comfortable.
Plus I’m the only one in here so I don’t need to wear headphones or sit up like a normal person.
I have a lot to do in the next 10 hours.
Sunrise catches clouds in the act, mid-Atlantic.
I just acquired a package of double-stuffed oreos, a small amount of peanut butter, and a glass of milk. I also have a not-small amount of Simply Orange with Mango. Let’s do this thing.
A long lens view of thunderstorms over the Amazon.
Also can we just appreciate both the mackerel sky and the anvil tops in this photo.
I Will Not Make Any More Boring Art
John Baldessari, 1971
Harry Burton, Unbroken Seal to a Room within King Tut’s Tomb, 1924.
I’m sitting inside and it’s the perfect temperature and it’s really fucking RAINING outside. Like actively raining. The sort of rain that nearly promises a real thunderstorm soon.
And I’m inside reading fascinating papers about the tip link and mechanotransduction in hair cells and the rain isn’t blowing in.
This is one of those moments when supreme happiness shines through all of the bad things, all of the negative thoughts, the odd purgatory that is Reading Period. There is real weather and there is knowledge and there is happiness.