I am ready to summer at max like it's the 1970s.
Let's find a cabin on the water somewhere wild and park it for the entirety of the season's heat.
The slap of screen doors as kids head outside. No phones. Porch swings. Walking or bicycling a few kilometers down the dirt road to a small store.
I want that life.
Episode 3 where he says, "I'll be your curtains" and can't handle the loss of Uncle Pastuzo...
Countering notions of what women can and cannot do in present day Iran, these women fish ocean waters and rivers to provide for their families.
Over 12,000 ships crossed the Atlantic Ocean carrying approximately 12.5 million enslaved Africans to the Americas.
Of those kidnapped people, an estimated 1.8 million died on the journey west, their bodies consigned to ocean waters.
The Slave Wrecks Project unites institutions and people from around the world-- scholars, archeologists, photographers, divers.
The poet, Mary Oliver, tells us that voluntary attention is the beginning of devotion and we know that involuntary attention --our startle reflexes-- evolved to enable survival. Attention is thus the birthplace of connection and critical to our wellbeing as humans.
The advent of attention-shredding technology is recent and rampant, a commodification which exploits our biology (fearful vigilance and loving focus) for profit. In this climate of innovation, we are assailed by agnostic, risk-indifferent baiting which seeks to capture our attention.
We become habituated to diversions which interrupt our ability to have a rich sensory experience of the world. As with any addiction, heeding the pull of social media or our phones soothes the discomfort of being alive. The rub is that regularly ceding our attention to the compulsion of the moment ultimately leaves us fundamentally bereft.
How do we evade the sirens' song when it is no longer confined to a rock in the sea? When lashing ourselves to the mast and stuffing cotton in our ears is no way to live a life? How do we evade shipwreck as we seek passage through this hunger with its legacy of alienation?
Chris Hayes, Oliver Burkeman, and Jonathan Haidt have written books on the subject. Ironically, I haven't paid them much mind. Predatory competition for our attention exacerbates an age-old paradox-- we are not always interested in what we have a vested interest in.
The consequence of our aggregate hijacked attention is one of the most pressing issues we face, one that will require a personal and societal reckoning. It's just that there are so many romance novels to read in the meantime.
According to local lore, Ethiopia's monolithic church, Abuna Yemata Guh, was hewn roughly 1,500 years ago. Its murals date back to the 1400s.
Located at approximately 8,500 feet above sea level and known as the "church in the sky", it still functions as a place of worship today and welcomes all visitors who scale its cliffs.
Evan has a client whom I know nothing about and who, presumably, knows little about me. And yet.
And yet.
She recommended a book series to me, through Evan, that-- it me. She nailed it. Entirely. How? No idea.
Thus is the magic of the world.
