you know it’s bad when

been a lousy week — work tension, marriage tension, friend tension, COUNTRY tension — then today i ran over a bolt in my car and ruined one tire. turning to this nancy meyers playlist for solace.

UPDATE: IT IS SO GOOD AND SO NANCY MEYERS-ISH

will this choice enlarge me or diminish me

(from tiny revolutions, a great newsletter)
(not sure why the images again are mucked up, working on it)

doesn’t this sound like a great flavor combination

from puff coffee

in praise of nachos

let’s just raise a glass to nachos, here is an unglamorous photo of some i made for the nephews, i hadn’t made them in 15-20 years, but let me tell you — STILL SOLID.

it IS a scam

slice-of-life: my friend told me that she’s been working out super hard (who talks about this kind of thing? you know my feelings about talking about exercise) (BORING) and anyway now she has six-pack abs (cool? i guess?).

now every morning when i work out (baby workouts, almost like sleeping while moving), i’m picturing her abs and then looking at my non-six-pack abs and feeling BLUE. i know i’m never going to have such a thing, because i just don’t care enough about them, or necessarily subscribe to that beauty philosophy, and yet…her words echo in my ears. and echo and echo and echo.

i’m reminded of this quote from aminatou sow’s latest newsletter:

YES, TRUE, THE END, THE SCAM IS REAL