action breeds clarity

first of all, jude law is great. second, saw these in a newsletter and man they feel timely. the story of my current life.

the annual more/less list

now called the “away/toward list,” but same idea. also: related

just a dirty hippie at heart

bought this Santa Maria novella patchouli soap and the scent is pure heaven

scorching

the guac

one more for the road

from the newsletter gloria (a newsletter for women in their 40s? generally?) (judgmental bolding my own):

All this reminded us of the The Cut essay titled “Let TikTok Die!” Similar to how a long vacation can make you realize you hate your job, “The temporary shutdown invited an uncomfortable period of introspection, as I thought back on the many hours of my one wild and precious life I’d spent scrolling my way to oblivion,” writes Shannon Keating. …Passively consuming video clips and hot takes from a thousand ignoramuses is not the best way to get your news. Particularly now. When tragic events like fires and plane crashes occur, a lot of know-nothings who think their voice needs to be heard are drowning out real experts.

good things #776543

• mint chocolate chip ice cream
• those SNL docs (minus the writers one) (sorry writers)
• this king sized bed
• Teddy’s sweet lil face

horrible things

• that plane crash in washington and what the poor air traffic controller and the person who had to leave early and the supervisor who allowed it are going through now (incredible essay about the [honestly inspiring] “just culture” of the aviation industry — “A just organizational culture recognizes that a high level of operational safety can be achieved only when the root causes of human error are examined; who made a mistake is far less important than why it was made.”)

M-U-D

next life I get to be a writer for Sesame Street — forgive me, i can’t get this to embed and i’m too wooly to figure it out

https://www.instagram.com/reel/DFS-LXzNHmH/?igsh=c3dtanBoeDBjajIy

wonders what plane rides feel like

am close to quitting ghost detective because should be reading actual books or being a real human instead of playing ghostly new orleans seek-and-find games, but — until then — a poignant tidbit about red babineaux

somehow am now addicted to this game