I’m so sorry for your loss 💔🙏
I exercise for the same reasons. Good to take breaks though— rest when needed.
This article by Elif Batuman (The author) goes into more depth about Russian Literature in present day affairs: “As the visiting author of two books called “The Possessed” and “The Idiot,” I got to hear a certain amount about people’s opinions of Dostoyevsky. It was explained to me that nobody in Ukraine wanted to think about Dostoyevsky at the moment, because his novels contained the same expansionist rhetoric as was used in propaganda justifying Russian military aggression. My immediate reaction to this idea was to bracket it off as an understandable by-product of war—as not “objective.” Rereading Russian Classics in the Shadow of the Ukraine War https://www.newyorker.com/magazine/2023/01/30/rereading-russian-classics-in-the-shadow-of-the-ukraine-war
🚗 I’m taking my nieces out tomorrow & need my car nice & cool!
Waiting for my air conditioning to get “charged”… I actually have not finished with The Idiot yet because I was reading other books! Good day to finish! 
I know all of you will 💜🙏
Yes— like some of my favorite book people on Twitter who refuse to try another type of social network that is decentralized.
I was tempted to quote Elena Ferrate before I drink my coffee after reading this… https://www.amazon.com/Margins-Pleasures-Reading-Writing/dp/1609457374
“An Observation
True gardeners cannot bear a glove
Between the sure touch & the tender root,
Must let their hands grow
knotted as they move
With a rough sensitivity about
Under the earth,
between the rock and shoot,
Never to bruise or wound the hidden fruit.
And so I watched my mother's
hands grow scarred,
She who could heal the wounded
plant or friend
With the same vulnerable yet rigorous love;
I minded once to see her beauty gnarled,
But now her truth is given me to live,
As I learn for myself we must be hard
To move among the tender with an open hand,
And to stay sensitive up to the end
Pay with some toughness for a gentle world.”
~May Sarton #poetry 
#reading #coffeeshop
“Choose the river of olives.
Choose the eagles.
Or choose to balance
All these forces,
The violent, the gentle;
Summon them like winds
Against a lifted finger.
Choose to be human.
Everyone stands here
And listens. Listens.
Everyone stands here alone.
I tell you the gods are still alive
And they are not consoling.
I have not spoken of this
For three years,
But my ears still boom.”
~May Sarton from her #poem “At Delphi” 
Well… there is a certain mystique surrounding your essence because you need to keep your identity hidden. You helped build a protocol that is enabling people to exercise what they believe constitutes as freedom. You have a gravity field around you now. It pulls me in because it feels like future in the present.
One of my favorite authors, Elena Ferrante is a a pseudonymous Italian novelist— the mystery does not enhance her work but makes the reading experience more intriguing.
Not sure if this analogy will chime.
Wherever the Beyoncé Concert is taking place— I found out this morning that her performance at our stadium is cancelled in Pittsburgh. I’m crushed 💔
We might need to do some prerequisite discussions about Algeria and Algiers before World War 2. Wondering what you know…
