I heard this one on the pictureplane pandora station. It's kind of what I hope to hear as a first song when i'm out on the town in europe.
Sunday, August 7, 2011
Tuesday, August 2, 2011
I love visiting my family. My parents' home is like a resort: amazing food (and lots of it- Vegan Middle Eastern food!), dark mint chocolate on the pillows, San Pellegrino set out like champagne. The architecture, going to the Philips Collection (where viewing at least one great work makes it worth the trip- this time a de Kooning-with just a little bit of pink), the Textile Museum. But, the heat. The humidity. Summer is a time to walk around the house in as little clothing as possible. As a guest it's not really an option. I can't ever imagine myself living the humid life again, returning east. Humidity tax, traffic tax. It is difficult, at times, to be distant from family. But the truth is, I am in love with the west. It's that simple.