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Aldrin interviewed me for his great new project, The Iceberg. You can check it out here + here.

Thanks, Aldrin!

public knowledge

It’s not that I started out life being interested in everything; it was spending time in my local, extraordinarily well-stacked public library that made me so.

From Charles Simic's post on the NYRB blog, 'A Country Without Libraries.'

one thing more

I have a guest post today on east side bride - an imaginary outfit for what I would wear if I was getting married now.

Thanks to ESB for asking me - much fun.

midwinter read

Erica of Erica Knits asked me for a book recommendation ... you can read it here. Thanks, lady!

While you are there, you can also dream of knitwear, books, Hudson Bay blanket coats, and hot chocolate with feather cookies.

The Shiny Squirrel asked me to put together a holiday wish list ... you can check it out here. Thanks, Jess!

(I really do swear by that toothpaste. It's just about my favorite thing ever. The saltiness is weirdly addictive.)

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A few things I love.

(Thanks, Jessica.)

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Preoccupations and spaces between.

I thought both of these were perfect.

controlled serendipity

If someone approached me even five years ago and explained that one day in the near future I would be filtering, collecting and sharing content for thousands of perfect strangers to read — and doing it for free — I would have responded with a pretty perplexed look. Yet today I can’t imagine living in a world where I don’t filter, collect and share.

Nick Bilton

forgotten bookmarks

Forgotten Bookmarks: a blog of the things people leave behind in books. I especially love this one.

one last thing today

I have a gift guide up at The Shiny Squirrel. Thanks, Jessica!

What sort of diary should I like mine to be? Something loose-knit and yet not slovenly, so elastic that it will embrace anything, solemn, slight or beautiful, that comes into my mind. I should like it to resemble some deep old desk or capacious hold-all, in which one flings a mass of odds and ends without looking them through. I should like to come back, after a year or two, and find that the collection had sorted itself and refined itself and coalesced, as such deposits so mysteriously do, into a mould, transparent enough to reflect the light of our life, and yet steady, tranquil compounds with the aloofness of a work of art. The main requisite, I think, on reading my old volumes, is not to play the part of a censor, but to write as the mood comes or of anything whatever; since I was curious to find how I went for things put in haphazard, and found the significance to lie where I never saw it at the time.

V. Woolf

Don't be amazed if you see my eyes always wandering. In fact, this is my way of reading, and it is only in this way that reading proves fruitful for me. If a book truly interests me, I cannot follow it for more than a few lines before my mind, having seized on a thought that the text suggests to it, or a feeling, or a question, or an image, goes off on a tangent and springs from thought to thought, from image to image, in an itinerary of reasonings and fantasies that I feel the need to pursue to the end, moving away from the book until I have lost sight of it. The stimulus of reading is indispensable to me, and of meaty reading, even if, of every book, I manage to read no more than a few pages. But those few pages already enclose for me whole universes, which I can never exhaust.

Italo Calvino

Why didn't she try collecting something? It didn't matter what. She would find it gave an interest to life, and there was no end to the little curiosities one could easily pick up.

Henry James

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