My brother arrives and we’re all:
Your supervisor asks for an update at the end of the day:
TODAY is the 50th Anniversary of the beloved classic Where the Wild Things Are by Maurice Sendak. First published in 1963, it has sold more than 16 million copies worldwide.
The New York Times obituary for Maurice Sendak calls Where the Wild Things Are “simultaneously genre-breaking and career-making,” describing Sendak as being “…widely considered the most important children’s book artist of the 20th century, who wrenched the picture book out of the safe, sanitized world of the nursery and plunged it into the dark, terrifying and hauntingly beautiful recesses of the human psyche.”
One of the most talked about interviews we’ve ever done was with Maurice Sendak in 2011 shortly before he died. Sendak reflects on love, loss, and celebrating life:
I have nothing now but praise for my life. I’m not unhappy. I cry a lot because I miss people. They die and I can’t stop them. They leave me and I love them more. … What I dread is the isolation. … There are so many beautiful things in the world which I will have to leave when I die, but I’m ready, I’m ready, I’m ready.
- Live with a to-go cup of coffee permanently attached to your hand.
- Order EVERYTHING. Breakfast, lunch, dinner, coffee, wine, shopping, clothes, weed, sex, love, movies, order ANYTHING anytime.
- Say, “I’m going on a yoga retreat.”
- Say, “I can’t sign any contracts this week because Mercury is in retrograde.”
- Say, “I’m looking for a healer. Do you know a good healer?”
- Use Oh my god to open or conclude any sentence to express sadness, joy, surprise, anger, boredom, pleasure. Oh my god yes!
- Say, “Oh my god we haaaaave to get some coffee together!!!!” and then never ever text.
- Not see your friends for three months even though you live on the same street because everyone in the world is too busy.
- Almost lose your sh#t because you just realized that the dinner you just said yes to is in BROOKLYN. Ugh.
- Bitch about how everyone is too busy and then hear some guy say, “Dinner?! Yes of course! How does three weeks from now sound to you?” after looking at his planner.
- Spend three weeks planning said dinner, send 3543 emails to get 4 fu#*%g friends together, an hour on the phone with the restaurant to get a good table at a decent hour (Ok, just, any table. Okay, 9:30. Ok.) and then…
- Cancel at 9:27 because “Oh my god I’m just so tired. Would you be upset if…”
- Give everyone the biggest hugs like you’re BFFs that haven’t seen each other for three years even if it’s only the third time you’ve ever met someone.
- Say “OMG I LOVE YOU” to someone you think is nice.
If you replace “Manhattan” for “Brooklyn” and take out the healer bullshit, this describes about 99% of my life.
“What’s terrible is to pretend that second-rate is first-rate. To pretend that you don’t need love when you do; or you like your work when you know quite well you’re capable of better.”
― Doris Lessing, The Golden Notebook
Pretty much sums up our personal tumblr….
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Artsy-fartsy jobs, but also so many events this week!