Hi Hart Beat. How are you? How was your Thanksgiving? Did you do anything fun? Is anyone reading this? Hello? Are you there? Jkjk, I know there are a few of you out there and you have no idea how much I appreciate you. My book is coming along and I’m so used to writing to a readerless void right now that it’s hard to imagine you, a physical, thinking being, sitting there on the subway, or drinking your coffee, or sneaking a break at work, or lying in bed with your phone hovered over your squinting eyes, reading these words that I’m typing right now. Hi.
What’s new enough with me to warrant a post instead of another thousand words to my manuscript? Other than the fact that I miss writing to you, it’s also because I’ve been thinking of things that I thought maybe others in the internet world could relate to. That sticky wicket that I know you can relate to is love. Dating, relationships, and love. As I write this now I’ve been single for over six months. Back in May, I decided that I would intentionally not date until Thanksgiving and/or Christmas. On Thanksgiving day last week, I oscillated back and forth between which date I had actually said and about if I am ready or even want to date now. I mean, I like dating. I like going out for dinner and flirting. Actually, I love flirting. Which begs the question, why not date?
Why not. If you were sitting here with me you would have just heard an earth-shatteringly deep sigh. The truth Hart Beat? I’m happy single. I like that I don’t have to have an excuse to be selfish. I like that I don’t have to text anyone goodnight. I like that I can wear whatever I want and watch whatever I want on Netflix. I like that when I got a dog I could name him whatever I wanted, even if it was a rediculous name like Mateo. I like not compromising. How long do I want to be single? I guess it depends. It depends on life and the universe and fate and reality. What I do know is that the most important thing to me in the entire universe right now is the G.D. book that begs to be poured out of me every day. That has priority. That’s the thing that keeps me up at night. Not some guy.
Is this all TMI? IDK. Probs. (My bff Jill?) If it’s too much just file it under “this is a blog I’ll never read again” and I’ll see you some other place Hart Beat. If not, see you back here in a couple of weeks.
And p.s., because I like you and I do want you to come back, here are a few other things on my mind lately:
This cover of Capital Cities song Safe and Sound in an acoustic version that makes my heart swell. I know a few of you out there in the internet world get a little aroused when listening to these kinds of covers. You’re welcome.
This 2007 essay by Zadie Smith about writing. Fail Better is just the kind of thing that I’ve needed to read this week.
This post from NYMag. I love that it’s not photoshopped, click the little arrow on the right to see how it was made.
No, that’s not Photoshop. ?? For our 2007 “Reasons to Love New York cover, we applied a 90-foot temporary tattoo to Bryant Park’s seasonal ice rink and photographed it from the roof of the Verizon Building across the street. Swipe through to see the aerial shots of how it was done and tap the link in bio to pre-order our book, “Highbrow, Lowbrow, Brilliant Despicable: 50 Years of New York” #NYMag50 #MyNewYork
The movie Lady Bird. Which I LOVED SO MUCH. I’m also excited to see a few other movies in the next few weeks (Three Billboards Outside Ebbing, Missouri, The Shape of Water, Call Me By Your Name, The Post). It truly is the most wonderful time of the year.
The Scandinavian Spa in Montreal that my mom and I went to on Thanksgiving day. It’s silent and has three hot and cold areas. The idea is to go from one to the other. Hands down one of the best things I’ve done in a while.
The photo up top posted by Sézane on Instagram.