Here is this week’s list of blog posts, poems and other tidbits from my favourite corners of the web.
Cadence via vlb. The best description of what it feels like to ride a bike that I’ve ever read. This is one of those poems that drags you feet first into the action and doesn’t let go until its spits you out on the other side!
A Psychological Optical Illusion. I’m a little skeptical of this site’s claims, but the picture is an interesting optical illusion.
Me Against the World, and by World, I Mean Doorknobs. Have you ever walked into a public restroom only to discover that someone has locked the door to one (or more) of the stalls from the inside and then crawled out underneath it? I’ve always assumed this was a dumb juvenile prank, but Megan gives a much more sympathetic explanation for it.
Private Ceremonies. An essay written by an abortion clinic counsellor who miscarried a pregnancy she’d been trying to achieve for a long time. The juxtaposition between her quest to become and stay pregnant and her clients’ need to end their pregnancies was gripping.
Why It’s So Hard to be Good via SatyaRobyn. I love the low pressure approach in this article. There is a real freedom that comes with gently acknowledging areas in your life that could use some improvement without feeling like you have to instantly fix everything and become perfect. (Thanks for sharing this link, Daphne!)
From We Have Always Fought:
Language is a powerful thing, and it changes the way we view ourselves, and other people, in delightful and horrifying ways. Anyone with any knowledge of the military, or who pays attention to how the media talks about war, has likely caught on to this.
If You Find Me is a story about surviving. When Carey was four years old her mother abducted her. For a decade they lived in the woods with virtually no contact with other people. Carey raises her younger sister Jenessa while their mentally ill, drug-addicted mother drifts in and out of their lives. Sometimes the girls spend weeks or months on their own. We first meet Carey and Jenessa when a social worker and their father show up at their dilapidated hut one afternoon.
What I loved about this book was Carey’s reaction to the simplest pleasures in life: a kind word, a clean shirt, or a plate full of anything other than beans (which was often all their mom fed them).
What have you been reading?