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Listening:

"Forgiven/Forgotten" by Angel Olsen. "If there's one thing I fear / It's knowing you're around / So close but not here / So close / Oh, but not with me here / So close / But not with me here"

"New York" by St. Vincent. This video is good.

"Milestones" by Buddy Rich. I love this song in all forms and iterations. Birdland in it's entirety is really groovy too.

 By Farley Katz.

As a bonus: For the Rock Star, Love Has Finally Landed. I'll admit, I'm a sucker for reading the Weddings section of the New York Times. It's like my inner romantic is constantly trying to melt the nonchalant/fear of rejection/un-celebratory parts of me. Anyways, in a long and winding path, I found my way to this wedding from a year ago (I went to get lunch at Eleven36 and was looking though their Instagram page and saw this photo and went to the source and it had to do with this sweet and magical love story with a record store and a musician and long distance and triumph).

“Matthew floats just above the earth,” said their officiant, Ms. de Wilde. “I think that he needs someone like Emily to help bring him down to earth and make the ground less punishing.”

The couple recited personalized vows before approximately 130 friends and family. “You already think the world’s in color, and then it’s really in color,” the groom said of his bride. “You already think you’re a loving person, and then you feel like your heart doubles in size.”  (image by Lauren Lancaster for The New York Times

The couple recited personalized vows before approximately 130 friends and family. “You already think the world’s in color, and then it’s really in color,” the groom said of his bride. “You already think you’re a loving person, and then you feel like your heart doubles in size.”  (image by Lauren Lancaster for The New York Times

Craving:

There are rare times in life when I do not want chocolate cake. So as a celebratory treat for my successful move to New York on Saturday, I got myself a slice of Brooklyn blackout cake from Cinnamon Girl. It was light and rich, cakey and puddingy, I could hardly savor it—I completely devoured it. 

"Blackout cake, sometimes called Brooklyn Blackout cake, is an American chocolate cake filled with chocolate pudding and chocolate cake crumbs, and frosted with chocolate icing. It was invented during World War II by a Brooklyn-based bakery chain named Ebinger's, in recognition of the mandatory blackouts to protect the Brooklyn Navy Yard."

I think I could make it my quest to find all the best blackout cakes in the city.

On my list is Ovenly's version—a favorite for the Village Voice (image via Adam Robb for the villiagevoice)

On my list is Ovenly's version—a favorite for the Village Voice (image via Adam Robb for the villiagevoice)

Wearing:

It's like I have a uniform. Stripes. Denim. Slip-on, solid-colored shoes. 

I'm ready for fall gear, though the heat seems to have followed me up north thus far. Lusting for layers. Scarves. Jackets. Boots. 

Ready for primping. (image by leah goren)

Ready for primping. (image by leah goren)

Watching:

Keeping up with: "This Is Us" (crying and bonding); "Project Runway" (so much drama and twists this season!); "The Deuce" (entertained but not entirely sold).

Recently viewed: "The Meyerowitz Stories" (typical Baumbach—lots of laughing and cringing)

Want to see: "Blade Runner 2049" (positive recommendations and Gosling); "Mindhunter" (I like Jonathan Groff and David Fincher).

Treasuring:

My cat. Considering the variety of sensitivities he has (loud noises terrify him, knocks on the door terrify him, plastic bags terrify him, the presence of most large men terrify him), I was hoping for an okay experience driving 12-13 hours straight with his company. Turns out he's a phenomenal travel partner. He was patient and quiet and easy—he never made a single terrible noise! We chatted, I sang to him, I cried to him, I felt so grateful for his companionship. 

His first days versus these days. 

His first days versus these days. 

A majority of my life was spent wishing I lived elsewhere. I made it out of my hometown for a few years, then found myself back—a stay that was longer than anticipated. Yet, this last stint was one of the best. I made some of the most amazing relationships. I felt joy and excitement and satisfaction. I discovered so many things about the place and myself. What a relief (and some serious heartache) to leave on such terms. 

My feet in Florida.

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This week is brought to you by the sentiments of packing up and moving from the place I have lived for roughly 25 years. It's beautiful and uncomfortable and so much more.

Listening:

"Drive" by R.E.M. The video makes me want to crowd surf. Best listened to cranked as loud as possible. Plus, the interlude in the middle—"Ollie, ollie / Ollie, ollie, ollie / Ollie, ollie, in come free, baby"—is really good for serenading my cat.

"Distance" by Emily King. "Even when I’m lonely / Happy knowing that your love is never far / When we are apart / Distance makes the heart"

"Blood On Me" by Sampha. I discovered this guy on Insecure and the album—Process—is great.

I also fell into an NPR Tiny Desk concert spiral (via looking up a Sampha video), and these were particularly entrancing: Angel OlsenDan DeaconBig Thief, and Hozier.

Reading:

Confirm or Deny: Idris Elba. “The Wire” is the best TV show of all time. Confirm."

The Secret to Marriage Is Never Getting Married. "A year before I met Hans, a relative of his opened a credit card in his name and charged the better portion of another relative’s wedding. And then she forgot to pay the bill. For years. Forever, actually."

IT’S DECORATIVE GOURD SEASON, MOTHERFUCKERS. If you've never read this, it's a classic!

Always loving a love story. (image by Brian Rea via nytimes)

Always loving a love story. (image by Brian Rea via nytimes)

Craving:

I've eaten far too many cold, fudgy chocolate chip topped brownies in the last week or two. I call it stress/packing fuel/reward. I want another.

Also, I've had so many delightful breaded, crusted and carb-centric things lately: a Dutch baby with Florida oranges and thyme maple syrup (I've wanted to try a Dutch baby for ages—french toast meets pancake); pretzel-crusted tilapia (great in a taco); chicken tenders (sweet taste of childhood!); crusty, buttered, sourdough toast (they used to call me "Zoë Bread and Butter"); a warm cinnamony, flaxseed-topped muffin (because dessert, always). Hello, I am not afraid of gluten.

Proud of my friends for their new restaurant, Afternoon, which features these tasty things above.

Wearing:

Striped shirts. Black loafers. Purple vans. Unfortunately, still shorts (it's a hot October thus far).

Plus, for my aching knees and hip (always a sign that I'm due for new running shoes), I just got these Adidas—such a good color combo.

Flashy.

Flashy.

Watching:

As I move between excitement and terror, packing and crying, I am rewatching "Sex and the City." I can find something new to appreciate as I revisit the scenarios and characters. The cameos, too! Everyone was on that show. (Trivia: I once waited on "Stanford Blatch.")

I've been keeping up with season 2 of "Better Things." It's like "Louie" without Louis.

Carrie's Bowie shirt: yes!

Treasuring:

My emotions, as I pack up my life, are on a wild roller coaster ride. My eyes well up when I start to articulate certain things or hear certain songs or think of particular moments or drive down a country road. 

Adam JK is giving me life with these words from his new book, "Things Are What You Make of Them."

Adam JK is giving me life with these words from his new book, "Things Are What You Make of Them."

I'm soaking in the sun and sweat. I'm recognizing the trees and leaves. I'm savoring my best friends. As much as Florida can be a pile of trash, it can also be exquisite. My home.

More adamjk. He's brilliant.

More adamjk. He's brilliant.

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Listening:

"Forever" by Pete Drake. 

"Thinkin Bout You" by Frank Ocean.

"Midnight Walk" by Elvin Jones.

"Kiss Me" by Sixpence None The Richer.

Reading:

For better or worse: "How to Survive the Apocalypse."

That title was paired with an image of brownies, so I was sold: "The Story Behind the Greatest Internet Recipe Comment of All Time."

Part of me wants to go the ignorance is bliss route. (image by Leo Acadia via NYTimes)

Part of me wants to go the ignorance is bliss route. (image by Leo Acadia via NYTimes)

Craving:

All the peanut butter. All the chocolate. Perhaps I'm in a kind of Reese's spiral (though I've been eating the elements in almost every form but this cup variety). Have you ever tried those new Reese's cups filled with Reese's Pieces? I'd be open to the idea of a candy bar company sponsoring me. 

I haven't actually tried this, but I wouldn't not.

I haven't actually tried this, but I wouldn't not.

Wearing:

I've been trying to wear lipstick more often again. Pizzazz pick-me-up.

Nars "Heat Wave" is still the best.

Nars "Heat Wave" is still the best.

Watching:

I'm counting down until March for Wes Anderson's latest movie "Isle of Dogs." I love seeing his movies on the big screen and crying tears of joy/wistfulness/love. I still remember seeing "Fantastic Mr. Fox" in the theatre (for the second time) as it snowed outside; everything was perfect and magical.

I'm also looking forward to Noah Baumbach's latest, "The Meyerowitz Stories." Dustin Hoffman, Emma Thompson, Ben Stiller, Adam Sandler. Arty/wordy New York-centric movies are generally up my alley. 

In honor of Harry Dean Stanton, I really want to see "Lucky." "The spiritual journey of a ninety-year-old atheist." Sounds perfect. Plus, with David Lynch, Ron Livingston, and Ed Begley Jr., how could you go wrong? (I'll never not think of him as Roman Grant on Big Love.)

Treasuring:

My small, strange, beautiful hometown.

Deejay nights—my world of music has expanded greatly and happily. Plus, it's just really fun smack-dab in the middle of the week.

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Listening:

"Something On Your Mind" by Karen Dalton

"We Don't Deserve Love" by Arcade Fire

"Garvey' s Ghost" by Max Roach

Reading:

"Google’s most-searched “how-to” questions capture all the magic and struggle of being human"

This is more of a "reading through pictures"—but I love these kinds of photo series: "What dinner time looks like across the USA. A seat at the table."

More in the way of visual storytelling: An Ode to Acts of Kindness on the New York City Subway.

And finally, some doodle-y goodness: The Illustrated Interview: Bruce Weber.

“I just love the way they're just kind of embracing in this open romance in the subway as he's reading this book,” Mr. Wagner said. “It almost looks like they're reading it together.” (image via Andre D. Wagner for The New York Times)

“I just love the way they're just kind of embracing in this open romance in the subway as he's reading this book,” Mr. Wagner said. “It almost looks like they're reading it together.” (image via Andre D. Wagner for The New York Times)

Craving:

Consuming with frequency: oatmeal cookies, fried eggs, salad with grilled chicken, crunchy peanut butter, and roasted sweet potatoes.

Drooling over recipes: chai banana bread, milk + honey baklava, small batch vegan brownies, and roasted lemon basil butter salmon with burst tomatoes.

Still on a Greek kick I suppose. (image via acozykitchen)

Still on a Greek kick I suppose. (image via acozykitchen)

Wearing:

T-shirts: old American Apparel v-necks and a trusty Everlane pocket tee.

Shorts: cut-offs from high school pants via the Gap and American Eagle. DIY-meets-preppy.

Dresses: grey and black H&M shirt dresses than have stood the test of time.

Shoes: decade-old purple slip-on vans that pair well with my mud-drenched yard.

Good sentiment. (hand drawn type by maddy nye for designlovefest)

Good sentiment. (hand drawn type by maddy nye for designlovefest)

Watching:

"Broad City"—because it is always superb. "I Love Dick"—because why not try a feminist cringe-comedy with Kevin Bacon and Kathryn Hahn. "Claws"—because sometimes you have to binge a cheesy show set in Florida with your roommate to cope with flooding and totaled cars.

Treasuring:

Friends helping out friends in the stormy weather.

Subtle moments of animal affection and closeness.

Sleeping in.

(illustration by Mari Andrew via cupofjo)

(illustration by Mari Andrew via cupofjo)