heard this on shreveport radio

this is not chill

beyoncé’s post vma celebration dinner —  “just another regular night with friends”

you know how to be

The pool in Hofsos, an old trading port on the northern coast. Credit Massimo Vitali for The New York Times

loved this article — i have always felt that being in water, specifically, the ocean, resets / reanchors you. part two from “the water cure”:

This time [at the pool] I didn’t approach anyone, didn’t ask any questions. I didn’t speak at all. I concentrated on what I could feel: the water pressing lightly on my skin, the wind prickling my beard. All around me was the soft white noise of a community. The conversation; the connection; the freedom, within that flurry of sociability, to withdraw and simply be within yourself. It called to mind something a Ph.D. student named Katrin Gudmundsdottir told me on my first day in Iceland. She was describing a certain ineffable emotional state to me, a native Icelander’s sense of comfort while immersed in her neighborhood sundlaug. When I thought of what she said, a perfect G chord strummed inside me. “It’s not exactly like you’re happy,” she had mused. “It’s that you know how to be in the swimming pool.”

in a manner i would call unobtrusive

The Seljavallalaug pool near the southern coast. Credit Massimo Vitali for The New York Times

this was such a good issue of the new york times magazine. from “the water cure,” about iceland’s communal (nude) pools:

As a journalist, I will never forget the uniquely Icelandic experience of shaking hands with handsome Mayor Dagur and then, just minutes later, interviewing him as we each bared all. (In the tradition of politician interviews everywhere, an aide lurked nearby, in a manner I would call unobtrusive but for the fact that he was also naked.)

when shall we live if not now?

Davide Luciano for The New York Times.

an ode to hot lettuce in “a new leaf”:

Any buttery sauté, or even a short stay on a hot, carefully oiled grill, will underline the pleasures of hot lettuce, which are so many, so ancient, so innocent and so plain that … oh, but better just to try it for yourself. And be so happy that you will toast your table with Seneca’s old words: “When shall we live if not now?”

mary barra

advice from mary barra, ceo of general motors:

When you have multiple points of view, you come out with a better answer.

new plans

• buy a ton of sugar free red bulls
• drink them
• detonate all work

giorgio

colin-vian:

Giorgio Griffa  1971

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is this a thing?!

WHOA — one woman’s experience working at wells fargo, “Voices From Wells Fargo: ‘I Thought I Was Having a Heart Attack’”:

I started to have extreme physical stress-related symptoms as well as random panic attacks. At some point during that summer, the stress was so intense that I could no longer handle the pressure. On the banker’s desk, in the bathroom, behind the teller line and in the vault, the store kept bottles of hand sanitizer.

One morning, before meeting with a customer, in which I knew I was going to have to sell unneeded services, I had a severe panic attack. I went to the bathroom and took a drink of some hand sanitizer.

This immediately reduced my anxiety. From that point, I began drinking the hand sanitizer all over the bank.

In late November 2012, I was completely addicted to hand sanitizer and drinking at least a bottle a day during my workday.