Transparency — is a luxury or a skill (depending on your knowledge & resources) in some spaces.
Do users encrypt their notes? What do you mean by encrypted data?
“When I was a kid, whether in Nigeria, Cote d’Ivoire or America, entire summers were spent outside, only running inside through the kitchen door for a drink or a bandage. The fixed boundaries of our play space, whether a few neighbourhood blocks, a back yard or a park, felt almost as much like home as my own house.
I know we can’t go back to our childhood days. But I’ve been wondering how I could bring back some element of that old summer habit of embracing the outdoors.” ~Enuma Okora The pleasure and possibility of summer https://on.ft.com/3Jw6NhF
Thank you for the recommendation! — streaming a song right now.
“The only legend I have ever loved is
the story of a daughter lost in hell.
And found and rescued there.
Love and blackmail are the gist of it.
Ceres and Persephone the names.
And the best thing about the legend is
I can enter it anywhere. And have.
As a child in exile in
a city of fogs and strange consonants”
~Eavan Boland #poem
“I am warned against marrying
early love. I am also told
it works out, sometimes…”
~Gabrielle Bates from her #poem “Lucky Ones”
https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poetrymagazine/poems/158821/the-lucky-ones-633b0811df323
Love this song & video🔥🎼— except the fight at the end is rather silly (even if it’s staged). But at least the two of them are dancing together by the end. https://youtu.be/QBaIMZ8QjcU
1973: “I have often been struck by how misogynistic most successful women are. They are eager to say how silly, boring, superficial, or tiresome they find other women, and how much they prefer the company of men. Like most men, who basically despise and patronize women, most ‘liberated’ women don't like or respect other women. If they don't fear them as sexual rivals, they fear them as professional rivals -wishing to guard their special status as women admitted into largely all-male professional worlds…” ~Susan Sontag from her extraordinary essays (new edition released recently)
ON WOMEN 
I’m in page 121 of my copy. 3 quick impressions (I already told you I’m hooked).
1– deeply love the dialogue between the characters. Therapeutic & educational.
2– there was a moment with a photo— when I teared up. Not sure if it’s the one you warned me about. If not— maybe foreshadowing.
3– Bárbara — really like her character as I get to know her at this point in the novel.
Taking a break from reading for now. The plan is to go out & fun tonight.
But is their “best” — the best thing out there? It’s nice to be able to curate your own social media experience— a type of freedom I appreciate.
Not sure how much time, I will spend here— but fascinating. https://www.freud.org.uk/exhibitions/freuds-antiquity-object-idea-desire/
“Freud took pleasure in showing H.D. his objects, but she wasn’t sure if this was a social gesture or part of his analytic plan. “Did he want to find out how I would react to certain ideas embodied in these little statues, or how deeply I felt the dynamic idea still implicit in spite of the fact that ages or aeons of time had flown over many of them?” she reflected. “Or did he mean simply to imply that he wanted to share his treasures with me, those tangible shapes before us that yet suggested the intangible and vastly more fascinating treasures of his own mind?” Freud, the Antique Collector https://www.newyorker.com/culture/culture-desk/freud-the-antique-collector
“I must always have an object to love,” he confessed to Carl Jung. Freud even took his “old and grubby gods,” as he called them, on holiday with him. “I have sacrificed a great deal for my collection of Greek, Roman and Egyptian antiquities,” he wrote to the novelist Stefan Zweig, adding that he had “actually read more archaeology than psychology. On March 22nd, the Gestapo arrested Freud’s daughter Anna and carted her away for interrogation. She returned home unharmed, but the ordeal confirmed the family’s need to flee. A network of international supporters began scheming to get Freud out of Austria. Would his beloved collection make it with him? While the Gestapo waited outside his apartment, Freud’s friend and pupil Marie Bonaparte, the great-grandniece of Napoleon, smuggled out two of his favorite objects—a small bronze statuette of Athena and a Chinese jade screen—by stashing them in her handbag.” Freud, the Antique Collector https://www.newyorker.com/culture/culture-desk/freud-the-antique-collector
“I studied a glass case displaying Freud’s collection of tiny penis amulets. He had seventeen phalluses but only one vulva.
“Who do you think dusted them all?” a psychotherapist near me asked. The answer, in fact, is his housekeeper, Paula Fichtl, who tended to Freud’s treasures for some fifty years.
Freud began collecting in 1896, shortly after the death of his father. “In [my] inner self,” he reflected, “I now feel quite uprooted.” Around the same time, he began his self-analysis, digging into his unconscious in the work that would become “The Interpretations of Dreams.”
“I must always have an object to love,” he confessed to Carl Jung. Freud even took his “old and grubby gods,” as he called them, on holiday with him. “I have sacrificed a great deal for my collection of Greek, Roman and Egyptian antiquities,” he wrote to the novelist Stefan Zweig, adding that he had “actually read more archaeology than psychology. On March 22nd, the Gestapo arrested Freud’s daughter Anna and carted her away for interrogation. She returned home unharmed, but the ordeal confirmed the family’s need to flee. A network of international supporters began scheming to get Freud out of Austria. Would his beloved collection make it with him? While the Gestapo waited outside his apartment, Freud’s friend and pupil Marie Bonaparte, the great-grandniece of Napoleon, smuggled out two of his favorite objects—a small bronze statuette of Athena and a Chinese jade screen—by stashing them in her handbag.” Freud, the Antique Collector https://www.newyorker.com/culture/culture-desk/freud-the-antique-collector
One more ❤️ Rita Dove wrote a poem about learning Ballroom dancing with her husband.
“didn’t notice
how still you’d become until
we had done it
(for two measures?
four?)—achieved flight,
that swift and serene
magnificence,
before the earth
remembered who we were
and brought us down.”
~Rita Dove #poetry
https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/54773/american-smooth
“When Hades decided he loved this girl
he built for her a duplicate of earth,
everything the same, down to the meadow,
but with a bed added.
Everything the same, including sunlight,
because it would be hard on a young girl
to go so quickly from bright light to utter darkness
Gradually, he thought, he'd introduce the night,
first as the shadows of fluttering leaves.
Then moon, then stars. Then no moon, no stars.” ~Louise Glück https://poets.org/poem/myth-devotion
“DEMETER'S PRAYER TO HADES
This alone is what I wish for you: knowledge.
To understand each desire and its edge, to know we are responsible for the lives we change. No faith comes without cost, no one believes without dying.
Now for the first time
I see clearly the trail you planted, what ground opened to waste, though you dreamed a wealth of flowers.
There are no curses, only mirrors
held up to the souls of gods and mortals.
And so I give up this fate, too.
Believe in yourself,
go ahead -see where it gets you.”
~Rita Dove https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poetrymagazine/poems/38445/demeters-prayer-to-hades
#poetry