Reese Marie
Bio
"That the powerful play goes on and that you may contribute a verse"
Stories (55/0)
Movie Scores for the Win
It's deep in the history of my Spotify playlists. It might be the first one I ever created, in fact. I'm thankful that Spotify records the dates that a user added a song to a playlist, as this has preserved a small piece of my personal history. January 31, 2016. On January 31, 2016, I created a playlist named, simply, "Score."
By Reese Marie4 years ago in Beat
Simple Joys
A video called, "how to have a better day!" Isn't that the content we all need on YouTube? Michelle Reed is a lovely YouTuber who makes relatable and uplifting videos about her life. For me, her channel has been a source of comfort lately. She posts videos about twice a week, and I always watch them basically right away when I see the notifications pop up. Her channel is pretty much the only one I actually pay attention to the notifications for.
By Reese Marie4 years ago in Motivation
A Creative Weirdo and the Room Redo
I didn't think I would end up here. I don't know what exactly led me to believe it, but I thought I would be able to move out after graduating from college. I wanted to leave home and to start a life on my own, but I was presented with two insurmountable brick walls, the first in the form of student loans and the second in the form of the COVID economy. I spent hours everyday on the LinkedIn job board with little luck. I know I'm not alone in this struggle. I didn't think I would end up here, but here I am. Living at home.
By Reese Marie4 years ago in Lifehack
A Van Gogh Dinner Party
Having dinner with Van Gogh is a dream of mine. He is one of the most influential artists of all time, and a favorite artist of mine. He possessed so much genius, so much creativity, and although he left the world too soon, he gave the world a beautiful gift in every single one of his paintings. I was at an art museum once, looking at a self portrait by Van Gogh, and I was struck by the reality that Van Gogh had stood in front of that painting, where I was standing now. His hands touched the space in front of me and created the work of art which was now inches in front of my face. It was almost difficult to fully acknowledge and to really take in. But it got me thinking about how much I would have loved to know him in real life. What would such a genius be like on an average day? These curiosities only heightened when I looked at the painting of his bedroom a few minutes later. It was such an ordinary space, yet painted with such emotion and story.
By Reese Marie4 years ago in Feast
The Italian Food I've Been Craving Since I Left Italy
Italian food. Everyone loves it. It’s a classic dinner party go-to and for good reason. I mean, who can turn down a hot bowl of mostaccioli with cheese melting on top? It’s a crowd pleaser and a safe bet for whoever spends the money on the catering service.
By Reese Marie4 years ago in Feast
Jack Kelly, that Banner-Carrying King of New York
What’s not to love about Christian Bale singing and dancing, being all tough but showing an emotional side, becoming a fearless leader, fighting for his friends, and eventually leading them to victory? Jack Kelly, aka young Christian Bale with the most perfect hair, was my first celebrity crush– or maybe I should say “character crush” as I was enamored by the onscreen Newsy than the man who, unbeknownst to me at the time, also played Batman. Newsies became a favorite movie of mine just a few frames in. There’s a magic about it that any other Newsies fan can vouch for, I’m sure! I remember being completely pulled into the 1899 New York City setting when I heard a little ragtime piano riff in the background of the opening scene. After the big opening number, Carrying the Banner, I was all in, ready to side with these boys in whatever they took on. Jack Kelly was an intriguing character, confident, if a little bit arrogant, with a particular kind of intelligence, and of course, charming as they come. He had the New York accent and the hair that fell perfectly in front of his face. But I really fell in love when he began to sing, “Santa Fe.” Here are some of the reasons I fell head over heels for this banner-carrying, day-seizing king of New York.
By Reese Marie4 years ago in Geeks
Imagine you are Lost
Let’s go for a walk. Put on your shoes and head outside. But now, as you begin to leave your home in the distance, imagine that you are no longer in your familiar neighborhood. You are no longer just a few steps away from your front door. Think about a city or town that you have always wanted to travel to, a place that is unfamiliar to you, where you don’t speak the language and you don’t know anyone. Do you have a place in mind? Now, imagine you are lost on the streets of that city or town. Stop walking and close your eyes for a moment. Imagine the street in front of you. Don’t worry about making it true to real life. However you imagine this place to look is how it will look for this meditation. Get a clear picture in your mind. Are there tall buildings? Maybe there are small houses. Are there plants around you? What about the street below your feet. Is it made of pavement? Cobblestone? Gravel? Now turn your head upwards. Is it daytime or night? Cloudy or sunny? Create a picture of the street you are about to walk down. Focus on it. Now, open your eyes, and continue walking.
By Reese Marie4 years ago in Longevity
Johnny and the Jukebox
It was the last day of school and I was ready to start the summer of 1968. Drinking coca-cola in the sun, driving down to the beach, maybe finally standing up on a surfboard, all that and more dreams of a seventeen-year-old would come later in the summer; my summer was starting off with a fifteen hour work shift. I told myself not to complain. In my case, being stuck at work wasn’t the absolute worst case. I worked at the family diner, Harry’s. My dad considered it to be the last remaining piece of real American culture the town had left, but the rest of the town (judging by our sales for the last couple of years) considered it outdated. Being stuck at work wasn’t the worst case scenario because there wasn’t much to do. Usually, my best friend Lois would come by and order a cherry coca-cola. My dad’s buddies, Frank, George, and Mike might trickle in later in the evening to grab a coffee after work. I wracked my brain trying to think of the last time any customers besides Lois, Frank, George, or Mike had stepped foot in the diner. I wracked my brain harder trying to figure out how we were still in business. My dad had had offers for the property before, and he had turned them down. The diner was his pride and joy, and his life’s work. I loved the diner too, but it wasn’t my pride and joy, and I certainly didn’t see it as my life’s work, even if I did seem to spend most hours of my life working there.
By Reese Marie4 years ago in Humans
Jane and the Cup of Coffee
Jane is a busy college student. Every morning she stops by Mel’s, the little college town diner that also happens to be the closest place to get her morning caffeine fix. She runs through the door, which rings as she opens it, and grabs a cup of coffee. She allows herself to spend no more than two minutes at the diner; she is only there to grab her caffeine fix and get moving. Jane usually requests one or two espresso shots in her order, and she always takes it in a to-go cup. Running to class strictly on schedule, she sips her caffeine through the plastic top.
By Reese Marie4 years ago in Feast