Do you think it’s okay to say I love you for the first time during sex?

Dear anon. I am pretty sure you are an ever-evolving Tumblr bot on a quest to learn about humans, and would not truly understand, but I think the answer is, probably, no. Love is a subtle thing – saying it for the first time is really special – saying it during sex is like contemplating a pattern on butterfly’s wing in the light of the fireworks. But you’ve probably got as many answers to this question as there are humans. I’m kind of curious what you’ve learned from the answers you heard.

Just remembered how my now-ex-coworker was telling me how the family she was nannying for had their baby room decorated by Yayoi Kusama (yes, really).

And outside they had site-specific pieces that Andy Goldsworthy made for them on their property.

newyorker:

“Ice did not strike me as American until I was in Germany. I wanted to make margaritas for my German friends. I biked to our local Kaiser’s supermarket. Wo ist das Eis?I asked a clerk. Überall, he might have replied. Everywhere. The famed Berlin winter was coming; the collective anticipatory despair that prefigured its arrival already chilled the aisles of the Kaiser’s.

Then the clerk registered that I was American; he better understood my need. He held up a finger—Warten Sie hier. Wait here. Twenty minutes later, he reappeared. He surreptitiously handed me a small bag, filled with what looked like shavings from the ice-caked walls of a meat freezer. Our exchange reeked of geopolitical illicitness; we were mere kilometres from the Bridge of Spies, where, during the Cold War, prisoners were traded.”

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On this morning’s walk, came across a guy walking his dog, wearing a t-shirt with a 3-person silhouette logo and a name – One Caucasus. 

Curious, I looked it up, and sure enough, OneCaucasus.org is an arts, architecture and music festival in Georgia on the border with Armenia and Azerbaijan (currently in state of armistice with the former occupying a large part of the latter), with participants from all three countries, plus many others, like Poland and Tunisia.

In the time when we are being pushed to be divided – more than ever before – I have so much respect to those who reject tribalism and do something like this.

In the end, only one person came to my farewell party. But it was really nice anyway. Actually, it was even better this way. She is one of my favorite people at this company, and now that I wouldn’t work there anymore I wonder if I could get one of my single friends to date her.