The ugly world is preparing to celebrate New Year, and Gaza is now preparing for the devastating rain showers that are now falling on the tents.\\nMy heart is trembling from the cold and the fear of drowning, as the meteorologist warned that the tent camps would be completely submerged
Iink in bio🌧️🌧️🙏🙏💔💔
in a personal act of rebellion against perfectionism, i’m sharing my first mix 💿 a 47 min recording from last night’s practice session (emphasis on practice) featuring a couple tracks from some of my favorite producers. it’s a little chaotic, a little psychedelic, a little sexy; a deeply unserious trip through a few of my fave flavors of house music.
learning to mix is something i’ve wanted to do for an embarrassingly long time! and for too long i’ve let my criminally short attention span and fear of not being good at new things get in the way of learning.
fortunately, my dedication to forcing ppl to listen to the music i’m listening to and desperation for a hobby that lets me turn part of my brain off after work began to take over a few months ago, so i’m ever so slowly learning the ropes 🐣
as we walk through this terrifying world together, i encourage everyone to lean into music—particularly dance music— as a source of energy and respite. let it move you.
(link in bio)
“It is well to fly towards the light, even where there may be some fluttering and bruising of wings against the windowpanes, is it not?”
going through memories from the last few weeks, realizing that February marks 2.5 years of living in brooklyn, and feeling nearly brought to tears thinking about the incredible adventures and friends this city has brought me; friends who learn with me, dance with me, encourage me, hold me (and hold me accountable), put me on to sick music, and keep me laughing throughout it all
when I first moved here from virginia, i remember thinking that I wish i could hit fast forward to two years in, because perhaps then i’d feel a bit less lonely and scared, and perhaps at that point i would have found real community in this city of 7 million.
well, the moment has arrived, and it feels even more sacred than i could have imagined. to everyone who has made it so: I love you I love you I love you.
one month ago, we gathered on a misty rooftop overlooking dc to celebrate one of the purest, sweetest, realest loves i’ve ever witnessed. the type of love that wraps you up and warms you and makes the world feel a little bit more sturdy and safe.
it was a weekend of laughing and crying and hugging and holding each other and dancing, and dancing, and dancing. a microcosm of the sacred, sparkling world that’s created when our friend group gets together.
🥂 to the only couple who could begin to sell me on the idea of monogamy, and to friendships that have made me a more whole human. i love you guys with every inch of my soul and i will celebrate you and your gorgeous love for the rest of my life.
“everyone is dying, everything is dying, and the earth is dying also, eaten up by the sun and the wind. I don’t know where I get the courage to keep on living in the midst of these ruins. let us love each other to the end.”
George Sand to Gustave Flaubert, June 1870
“the evening extends beyond its normal limits, and the hour, infected with eternity, is infinite, peaceful, unfathomable.”
a week in sights, sounds, sun rays, smiles, celebrations, a whole lot of love 🤍
