When I fold my t-shirts, I hold them by the corners of the shoulders and make a snap-and-fold motion, folding them lengthwise in a single movement. I do this with the ease of long practice, even though I have never consciously noted this action before.
This is the sort of nonsense that would end up on my Twitter feed, if I had one. You guys should feel lucky I don’t.
I was late in discovering Nina Simone; I’m lazy in exploring intellectually challenging art, especially with regard to music, more’s the pity since I’m so piercingly affected by it. As music goes I think hearing Nina was kind of a revelation, a demonstration of what a musician can do, and should strive to do. When she sings, it is to make us feel; she is a compelling argument that art is about communicating sentiment much more than it is about aesthetics (never mind egotism). Here’s one of her most powerfully affecting pieces, where she almost berates the audience into accepting the terrible current of emotion she is giving them. She’s an ideal; few musicians come close.
This song perfectly captures my current mood. In the unlikely case that you’ve never heard it before, I beseech you: if you start, you must keep listening till the halfway point.
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