I like to think I would never go for the warning signals of hipsterdom (for instance: overpriced quinoa, succulents, music festivals) without some self-reflexivity—which is partly why I don’t bother with “hipster format” magazines like Kinfolk. Unfortunately I’m very, very guilty of this type of pre-judgment, but I do want to stop messing around with hype or fodder: if you like it, then you just do.
And so, in the flurry of all my Christmas shopping, I acquiesced Kinfolk‘s Winter Issue—as it happens, I really do like it. Of course the attractively minimalist design aesthetic is one thing, but browsing through it every now and again (before going to bed, whilst having my cup of coffee as my father sits across from me reading the newspaper), I realize how lovely the leisure of magazine reading is—accompaniment rather than commitment. Some of the essays are interesting, too.
I also just started reading Look at Me by Jennifer Egan. I went through the first chapter last night and was already taken by it, tearing up and all. To be honest, I have a problem with reading novels: I never seem to go through them end-to-end, even if the story is interesting or the book is lauded as some masterpiece. But I have a good feeling about this one—counting it as the first book for the new year if I finish it.
It shouldn’t surprise me anymore that all I listen to nowadays is One Direction. I hardly match up to the worldwide obsession in my own fandom over them, but I do love them and I’ve been listening to Made in the A.M. and Four. (Favorite songs include “Stockholm Syndrome,” “Fool’s Gold,” “Where Do Broken Hearts Go,” “Drag Me Down,” “What a Feeling,” and “History.”) And yes of course I’ve been listening to Christmas songs—I love Seth MacFarlane and Sara Bareilles’ version of “Baby, It’s Cold Outside,” Tony Bennett’s “Silver Bells,” Michael Bublé’s “It’s Beginning to Feel a Lot like Christmas,” Nat King Cole’s “The Christmas Song” (the best version out there!), as well as the classic “Last Christmas” by Wham.
About a lot of things, in fact. But it’s much too early for it.
That 2016 will be a year of doing. Too many years have been spent (over-)thinking.
I really, really need Rebecca Solnit books in my life (difficult to get hold of here).
There’s some PG Tips I steeped this morning, but I can’t really smell it now.
Gray sweater from H&M, black shorts.
I’m about to go out (hopefully) in about half an hour. I guess that makes me feel good—not an entirely lazy Sunday.
Frankly, this part of The Sunday Currently is rather just reminders to myself on what to read. A few things:
- “An Economic History of Leftovers,” Helen Veit, The Atlantic
- “Trying not to choose: A region pulled between China and America,” Simon Long, The Economist
- “An Imprisoned Nationalist Reads Benedict Anderson,” Nick Danforth, Dissent
- “To Hell with Shareholder Value,” Keld Jensen, Forbes
- “How the Western Diet Has Derailed Our Evolution,” Moises Velasquez-Manoff, Nautilus