The. Alps. On my very first date, he asked me if I would rather live by the ocean or in the mountains. I said I’d rather live by the ocean, but I was wrong. Give me mountains all the way. I got to spend a weekend exploring the Austrian/German alps this March (we were literally right on the border) and “spectacular” doesn’t even begin to describe it.
Listen to Brahms’ German Requiem—it’s amazing. I especially love this part of movement six: Der Tod ist verschlungen in den Sieg. Tod, wo ist dein Stachel? Hölle, wo ist dein Sieg? // Death is swallowed up in victory. O Death, where is thy sting? O Hell, where is thy victory? Thanks, Kate for sharing: I wouldn’t have found this gem without you.
Successful art forgery is all about the provenance. Forging the provenance—the documentation used to demonstrate the authenticity and history of the artwork—is often more important than the artwork itself. I learned all about forgery and art fraud by listening to The Art of the Con by Anthony M. Amore. I’ve been fascinated by forgeries ever since reading about Van Meegeren’s forged Vermeers in high school (The Forger’s Spell—highly recommend). My recent bout of interest was inspired by White Collar’s Neal Caffrey (no shame). What a handsome forger…
On asking God why. Over the last decade, I’ve spent a lot of time asking God why. During my Ignatian meditations this month, I imagined what it must have been like to watch Jesus’ arrest at Gethsemane. I thought about all the whys that must have pounded through the disciples’s heads as they fled from the scene. Facing a horrific and humiliating death, Jesus could have stopped it all before it even started. His disciples must have wondered why he didn’t. There are a lot of things that I wish Jesus would stop before they even start. While I don’t know why he allows them, it’s comforting to know that when he doesn’t reach down and rescue us, it’s not because he doesn’t know what it feels like.