UP WITH BLOGS!

from lisa hanawalt’s post on pizza island:

We’ve set up this blog as a virtual space to f*ck around in and we’re honored to have you visit, do please come back soon! We’re bringing blogs back, baby!!! DOWN WITH NEWSLETTERS!! UP WITH BLOGS!! STILL DOn’t fully understand WhAT RSS FEEDS are!

even tho i’m trying to start a newsletter for the library, i’m still 1000% up with blogs — and this blog is so great and sad and joyful, it’s a gang of comic artists reuniting. speaking not of newsletters, i thought this one was refreshing in its orneriness:

If the way we act in a crisis reveals who we really are, I worry daily that Covid has revealed that actually I am not a great person. In the past eight weeks, I have come close to hitting Hugh multiple times; I’ve said “Jesus fucking Christ Eileen” to my newborn; I’ve both marveled at Alice’s near-relentless cheerfulness and wanted to, spitefully, say something that would quash it, just get her to stop talking for one fucking minute. I feel surges of rage every hour, at anyone who appears to be enjoying isolation more than we are, or doing it better than we are (all through the lens of social media, of course). I read everything I can find about Sweden (not a change from before, really). When Boston mayor Marty Walsh chided “millennials” for not wanting to wear masks because they don’t look “cool,” I was angry for a full day (I am now angry about it again): It’s the “millennials” who are wearing the masks and trying to make their own young children keep them on. I am not worried about trying to make my aging, postpartum body look cool, although I cannot wait to get to the point when I can do that again, if that point ever arrives.

today was my first day of work and it was great????? i’m confused and scared that i’m not doing it right (by “it” i mean — mapping out all the work i have to do and also, the actual work). or maybe i’ve just gotten chill? hahaha, just kidding! only downside is that it was FREEZING, so i need to bring 10 layers, and maybe some headphones, and also later in the day, my face skin got really pink, not in a cute way, like an allergic reaction. is my face skin allergic to work? possibly. got some benadryl, just in case. so i have pink inflamed skin and my hair is a scraggly witch hair and i definitely gained some corona lbs but — i saw a rainbow this morning, i rode my bike to work (awkwardly), and i’m working for a library, against every single GD odd. maybe we’ll get through this thing.

colosseo

mary weatherford

(via gagosian, inspired by kimberly drew’s something i saw)

I GOT THE JOB

programming librarian!

thrilled, terrified, thrilled.

start monday at 8:30am.

this does look cozy

insider

“i’m the one you left to rust”

just “no”

via laura olin and nymag

just a couple of recommendations

• these incredible homemade hats worn by chinese schoolchildren to help practice social distancing (“wearing a meter hat and keeping a meter distance”)
• diet coke
• frankie tentatively dog-paddling in the stock tank
• BA’s best banana bread, i don’t even care about banana bread, but it really is that good
• never have i ever on netflix — i wasn’t sure, but it’s pretty great, and both ross and i cried at the finale (!).
• NOT the sun
• this fundraiser to support ahmaud arbery’s family

chloe bass

i know exactly what he means

from wesley morris’s grub street:

I also ate some of this tiny, delicious ham that I got from Essex Market. It’s the size of a softball and is great with Kosciusko baseball mustard. First of all, it’s just one of the great mustards. But it’s only one of the great mustards in public. I call it “baseball mustard” cause that’s really what it tastes like: the first, fifth, and top-of-eighth innings.