It was a really crap week. There was bad news at work. My best friend still has cancer. Jack engaged in hours of inconsolable crying and a refusal to return to our apartment. Like, stopped-in-his tracks, run-out-into-the street-instead-of-re-enter-our-apartment-anxiety. Fuck.
I try to remind myself that there are bright spots though too. I met Sameer, my pen pal, for the first time this week and he is as lovely in person as he is on paper. A good friend of mine is poised for a well-deserved win. Impromptu omelets and gelato with my neighbor. A hug from my best friend at the end of a 40-minute drive. The way HELEN FUCKING ZALTZMAN and ROMAN MARS sometimes just casually slide into my tweets.
And this list. I read and watched a lot this week and I’m so happy to be able to share it with you. Sure, these times are tumultuous, but they are creating art and action—two things we can always use in great supply.
I am so here for micro-fiction. Give me everything you’ve got.
Let’s be friends and celebrate Jolabokaflod.
Paris, I love you.
This data makes me rage.
The man who fell for Jane Austen.
Chirlane McCray has my full attention.
I can’t imagine covering the news in this environment, but still, this is no time to get sloppy.
I have nothing but extreme gratitude for the many mentors and sponsors in my life.
I’ve pulled the ironing board out of the closet, so come back soon, David.
And finally, these, just because they are beautiful and fun.
This video is 11 minutes long, but it is an impressive piece of investigative reporting.
I wasn’t a big fan of Stranger Things, but, you know, the zeitgeist. The sequel, though, is a lot more fun.
At $1,300 a night, I won’t be staying here anytime soon, but, oh, if I could.
I regularly listen to exactly one food podcast…until now. Monocle’s The Menu hits all the right spots.
These days Adams Morgan is more baby strollers than rock clubs, but I can still appreciate my neighborhood’s hip early days.
This delightfully unsettling episode of Here Be Monsters probably ranks among my favorite episodes of any podcast ever.
I casually tuned in to Nancy on my walk to the gym last weekend. Halfway there, I stopped to sit on a bench and give this episode my full attention.
I am shook.
For me, Richmond, Virginia, will always represent my figurative adolescence. Having spent summers there in my teens and early twenties, it became the bridge between my childhood in the semi-rural south and my adulthood in an urban metropolis. Now, Richmond has its own podcast about the city’s complicated history.
Friendsgiving is on hiatus this year and I am wrecked about it. For all my introverted tendencies, I love a good dinner party.
Pondering ways to make this black-eyed pea stew vegetarian friendly.
Ignore the lack of punctuation and just take the advice.
I legitimately have two years worth of parm rinds in my freezer right now. Time to make some make some cheese broth.