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Updates & A Few Things

Hola mi Amor. I miss you, Hart Beat! I’m sorry for being so MIA lately. As many of you know, I’m deep in the final edits of the God Damned book I’ve been working on this past year and a half. (If you’re on Instagram I’m sorry for harassing you so much with stories. It can get boring writing all day to an empty room.)

It’s been hard the last year and a half not keeping up with you here on ye old blog. There’s been so much culturally, philosophically, politically, sartorially, and just generally juicy happening this year that it’s driven me a little bananas to not process it here with you.

But you know, writing twice a day here takes time and the G.D. book has taken everything out of me. So I thought I’d pop in here and share with you some of the things I’ve been doing, reading, listening to, and buying lately.

Books & Things I’ve read and loved:
– Dining In by Alison Roman (HOW DID I MISS THIS WHEN IT CAME OUT!?!?)
– Love and Ruin by Paula Mclain
Fruit of the Drunken Tree by Ingrid Rojas Contreras
– Natalie Shapero’s poems in November’s POETRY Magazine. (Especially “Other Things, If not More Urgent Things”—read it here below. I couldn’t find a link.)
The NY Times profile on Anne Lamott. And her response on Instagram. God, I love her.

Songs I’ve had on repeat:
– NEW ROBYN HIIAAIIII HONEY. More specifically Missing U
– Your Best American Girl from Mitski (that bridge though)

Things I’ve bought:
– A new Outdoor Voices Kit now that they’re back for purchase (!! thank you Ty!)
This kickass t-shirt from Love Yoga in L.A.
– New white eyeshadow from Jane Airedale because I dropped my old one and it shattered 🙄.
This shirt from Madewell which I have yet to take off since its arrival in the mail.

I’m sure there are other things I should share with you (movies I’ve seen, places I’ve been—Portland, ME! Denver, CO! Brooklyn!—but I have to get back to the G.D. book. Talk soon, Hart Beat. xo

Other Things, If Not More Urgent Things
by Natalie Shapero

How to get close without going over.
How to feign lust for whatever’s on offer.
How the largest possible quantity
of anything is a lifetime. A lifetime
of oat bran. A lifetime of timing belts.
A lifetime of saying, SURE, WHY NOT,
OF YEARS, and not knowing what
to make x. Sometimes I pick a number
I’ve already passed. I remember
the gambler’s credo— when you only
have fifty bucks left in this world,
you’d better get rid of it fast; the last
thing you want is money around,
reminding you every day of the money
you lost. The recommended
retirement plan is arabesque, then leap
and smash on the seawall. We made
a promise not to catch each other.

Top photo via Gabrielle Thurin

Squirrel Island, ME

Squirrel Island, ME

Squirrel Island, ME

Afternoon, Hart Beat! How’s your day going so far? I have a post for you but before it goes up I thought I’d give you a mini update on where I am and what I’m doing right now. It doesn’t seem right to just jump into things without giving some kind of news in my life.

So Hannah, what are you up to right now? I imagine you asking. Literally, right now I am sitting in a coffee shop in Portland, Maine having the first decent cup of coffee since coming back from Spain. Four for you Portland you go Portland (if you don’t get this then watch Mean Girls immediately). It’s cloudy outside and I’m hoping that the clouds pass so I can walk around the old port this afternoon.

More generally right now the big news for me is I’ve left New York for the foreseeable future. It makes me sad that I won’t be going back there for a long time but, I’m also excited about this new change. Lots of you have been pinging me on Instagram asking a, where am I and b, where will I be going in the fall. To be completely honest right now Hart Beat, I can answer a but b is completely up in the air.

Squirrel Island, ME

For the summer, I’m staying with my Grandmother on an island off the coast of Maine. Squirrel Island is a summer community that I used to come every summer of my childhood. My mom did the same growing up and so, it’s a very familiar and comforting place. The island is small, only about three miles around, and it’s just a summer community. This means that the harbor turns the water off after Labor Day and doesn’t turn it on until Memorial Day. There are about one hundred “cottages” aka houses if you aren’t from the Hamptons and they’re all different sizes and various degrees from camping. I like to think of my Grandmothers house like a tree house; part camping part cottage. The other amazing part? There are no stores, cars, or bikes. You have to walk around and if you can’t occupy yourself with books, walking, and sitting staring at the ocean then you probably won’t like it. Lucky me I love all three of those things.

I was out running the other day on the island and it occurred to me that this is the first time in my life that I have no idea what I’m doing next. In March not only did I leave New York but, I left Pedro and I left my job at Food52. I am literally a free agent right now. It’s terrifying. But secretly, it’s also exciting, Hart Beat. I don’t know where I’m going in the fall but, I am taking sales pitches. Samantha gave me a pretty good spiel about D.C. Last night. I also got a good pitch on Toronto this morning on the ferry.

Until I decide where I’m going next I’m going to keep writing to you here, Hart Beat. And I have one favor from you in return. Since I’m not going back to Brooklyn this here blog needs a new tag line. As much as it pains me, this is no longer “Your Brooklyn Lifestyle Blog.” RIP SEO. I need other ideas! Please comment here if you have any… my mind keeps coming up blank for now.

Always, Hannah

Squirrel Island, ME

All photos here were taken by yours truly on Squirrel Island, Maine.