- Forget mindfulness, stop trying to find yourself and start faking it - Michael Puett and Christine Gross-Loh
- Read This Story Without Distraction (Can You?) - Verena von Pfetten
I was a little behind the eight ball and just saw the People vs. OJ and it was absolutely riveting. My cousin, Kate Aurthur, a journalist for Buzzfeed wrote an extensive article about the show which you can buy on ITunes or watch on demand on FX.
I am obsessed with this podcast about the secret and forgotten history of Hollywood.
One of the podcasts about the Blacklist features the story of Dorothy Parker. She suffered from depression and attempted suicide many times. She wrote this poem, which I love because it's tongue-in-cheek and morbid simultaneously.
Razors pain you;
Rivers are damp;
Acids stain you;
And drugs cause cramp;
Guns aren't lawful;
Gas smells awful;
You might as well live.
I am a huge fan of Billy Collins. My dear friend Jesse Holland knows this one by heart and when I'm sad I call him and he recites it to me.
The First Dream
The Wind is ghosting around the house tonight
and as I lean against the door of sleep
I begin to think about the first person to dream,
how quiet he must have seemed the next morning
as the others stood around the fire
draped in the skins of animals
talking to each other only in vowels,
for this was long before the invention of consonants.
He might have gone off by himself to sit
on a rock and look into the mist of a lake
as he tried to tell himself what had happened,
how he had gone somewhere without going,
how he had put his arms around the neck
of a beast that the others could touch
only after they had killed it with stones,
how he felt its breath on his bare neck.
Then again, the first dream could have come
to a woman, though she would behave,
I suppose, much the same way,
moving off by herself to be alone near water,
except that the curve of her young shoulders
and the tilt of her downcast head
would make her appear to be terribly alone,
and if you were there to notice this,
you might have gone down as the first person
to ever fall in love with the sadness of another.