This, she realizes, is the basis of all fear. 
That a light you are powerless to stop 
will turn on you and usher a bullet to its mark.

Anthony DoerrAll the Light We Cannot See

MAD about March

to all my Pisces friends out there
see what's happening with us this month!

~ image via Garance Dore

MAD Watch, MAD Love: the heart wants what the heart wants

Sundays in Ojai

It's All About that BASS

Jess Ainscough, RIP

Life is short.

There is no time for the negative.

Breathe in your awesome, good fortune.

We've lost an incredible warrior, a gorgeous goddess.

Read Jess' story here.



MAD Missives

MAD Watch: The Hunting Ground

AGING: Imperceptible + Unstoppable

Would you stay, or would you go?

Love Hurts: Lea Thau Investigates Why She's Single

My So-Called Stalker


The Trees of Joshua

Who is Heather Chontos?

A Woman Addresses Her Body

For all my talk of soul, it was you
always, sweet little beast, amoral
animal, who showed me the ways
of Love, its passions and crucifixions.

The artist, the anatomist, the poet
and the surgeon, they have seen
the glory in you; you beatified them
in the moments where they believed.

You are my way, my truth, my life;
I am what you have made of me
and still I do not know the limits of you,
or where you will take me next.

~ Moyra Donaldson

painting: KYLE STAVER

Desert Flowers

The main thing about this practice and about all practice 
is that you’re the only one who knows 
what is opening and what is closing down; 
you’re the only one who knows. 
There’s a slogan: “Of the two witnesses, hold the principal one.” 
What it’s saying is that one witness is everybody else 
giving you their feedback and opinions 
(which is worth listening to; there’s some truth in what people say), 
but the principal witness is yourself. 
You’re the only one who knows when 
you’re opening and when you’re closing. 
You’re the only one who knows when 
you’re using things to protect yourself and keep your ego together 
and when you’re opening and letting things fall apart, 
letting the world come as it is
—working with it rather than struggling against it. 

~ Pema Chodron

I Heart Amy Schumer

MAD about Jared Leto

Thank you, mG!
We all come into existence as a single cell, smaller than a speck of dust. 
Much smaller. Divide. Multiply. Add and subtract. 
Matter changes hands, atoms flow in and out, molecules pivot, 
proteins stitch together, mitochondria send out their oxidative dictates; 
we begin as a microscopic electrical swarm. The lungs the brain the heart. 
Forty weeks later, six trillion cells get crushed 
in the vise of our mother’s birth canal and we howl. 
Then the world starts in on us.

~ Anthony Doerr, All the Light We Cannot See

it's the little things

Francoise Gilot
Pablo Picasso
my new iphone case

mixed media on butcher paper


MAD Missives

Masters of Love

100 Female Artists in Their Homes and Studios

The 3 Lies that Block the Flow of Love in Our Lives

What is the Best Portrayal of a Marriage in Literature?


Who is On Kawara?



Our Personal Point of View

All the wars, all the hatred, all the ignorance in the world 
come out of being so invested in our opinions. 
And at bottom, those opinions are merely our efforts 
to escape the underlying uneasiness of being human, 
the uneasiness of feeling like we can’t get ground under our feet. 
So we hold on to our fixed ideas of this is how it is 
and disparage any opposing views. But imagine what the world 
would be like if we could come to see our likes and dislikes 
as merely likes and dislikes, and what we take to be intrinsically true 
as just our personal viewpoint. 

~ Pema Chodron

Mad Whisk Wednesdays

SAUCE . . . 
The KEY to elevating something good
to something sublime. 

We have zucchini noodles at least a few times a month
with varying sauces to accompany. 
Have never tried the one below,
but it's on this week's menu.
I know Joons will like it if it turns out to be sweet!

Nutrition Stripped is a great website full of wonderful
resources on healthy living and cooking.
Check it out here.


 Mei Chin : The Bone Gatherer

The Forager at Rest: What Rene Redzepi Cooks at Home

An Interview with Daniel Humm: Eleven Madison Park

The Shoulders of Women

Bored by the featureless speeches at the fundraising dinner,
I scan the hotel ballroom for something to look at
and discover (thank God for sleeveless dresses!)
the shoulders of women, pale moons aglow
above the linen-covered tables. Smooth and rounded
like the neighboring breasts, they are less obvious
and more complex, their inner mechanism
of muscle, tendon, cartilage, and bone
giving detail and highlights to their contours,
making more exquisite the way the skin
is pulled taut across the clavicle's diagonal ridge
then dips into that shallow well above it,
the way it curves down, then up again unseen
into the nether hollow of the underarm,
that tender pocket, the shoulder's hidden nest.
The speaker patters on about how there has never
been a more important time than now, and I
have to agree, because when will I ever see
a collection of shoulders as marvelous as this?
I feel blessed to have been let in on this
open secret: all over the room, women revealing
the rounded upper corners of their nakedness.
And when the speeches finally end, I applaud
not for what was said, but for these women,
for the shoulders they have so generously given.

~ Jeffrey Harrison