Last weekend two years and nearly one hundred posts disappeared from my site. Hours upon hours with customer service and they are restored. We’re catching up on lots of links in this edition.
Meanwhile, this weekend I’ll be meditating on gratitude: Six years ago I married my person.
Sylvia Bloom. May we never refer to her as “secretary” ever again.
Let no man be so important—to art, to politics, to diplomacy—that we look away from his abuses.
Thank goodness Diablo Cody is still writing about difficult women.
Will there ever be a time when I don’t mourn the loss of Robin Williams?
Some useful Reddit threads.
I mostly find Disney to be saccharine, sentimental, and overtly commercial, but when it means this much to someone, how can you deny that it is also magic?
This is how Benedict Cumberbatch won me over—along his ability to choose genuinely interesting projects. It’ll be awhile before I can see his new series, Patrick Melrose (it’s on Showtime), so I’ll settle for learning more about its author, Edward St. Aubyn, for now.
Where will Rachel Ray go next?
Is this something we love or hate? Jagged Little Pill is set to become a theatrical musical.
What does it look like to provide end-of-life care in prisons?
If your city could dance, it would look like this.
If you’ve been to DC, you’ve seen Aniekan Udofia’s murals and they are spectacular.
There have been a lot of cult podcasts emerging lately, but Bundyville is the first one that caught my eye.
Look, you’re going to have to trust me here. Just turn on this sweet little podcast right before you drift to sleep.
There probably isn’t a week that goes by when I don’t think about this interview.
I can’t really explain why, but this seems delicious.
I can vouch for at least 3 of these under-the-radar food cities.
The humble beginnings of your favorite San Francisco treat.