way cool, man

laura nyro, 1971

I thought you would all appreciate the beautiful summer garden that my city created. It looked like a wild flower field and it had circles of grass inside where you could sit. It was magic.

The Moody Blues

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My friend’s dad mentioned to my dad that I hadn’t eaten at dinner when they walked me home, presumably because he didn’t want my dad to think they had me over for dinner and refused to feed me when I went home starving. My parents taught me to always be polite and gracious and I’d get in trouble for being rude for things I did not completely understand were slights but I knew bonding over food is a big part of the culture in the south so not feeding someone when they’re at your house and/or not eating when offered is considered rude and bizarre. I waited for them to leave and I was sooooo worried I’d be in trouble but I explained the unseasoned shrimp dilemma to my dad and the look on his face was like 😟, he was also truly fucking baffled and I was absolved of all guilt.

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Hélène Béland (Canadian b.1949), Light Catcher, 2012, Oil canvas

Sparkle on, it’s Tuesday!

CAPTAIN BEYOND