I last went into Manhattan on March 13. That was my last time on public transit or anywhere more than a mile from my Brooklyn apartment. I haven’t been smelling the tulips because I’ve been worried someone else will have done the same. I can’t let the tulip become a plague vector.
I’m a magazine gal at heart — daily news is not my preferred speed, addicted as I am to news Twitter. Almost as if proving my point, the links I had been saving since last week have become, well, not irrelevant but deep backstory by now, particularly in the thread starting from Michael Flynn discussing sanctions withContinue reading “Things I’m Verbing: Lunch ladies, wonder pigs and existential bread”
I know it's an illusion, people get old, your heroes pass, I know, I know. But this week, I admit, has felt malicious. — Linda Holmes Thinks You're Doing Great (@lindaholmes) December 29, 2016 Hey, we’ve done it! (She said, incautiously, with 36-ish hours to go.) 2016 is still sucker-punching us with all it’s got,Continue reading “Things I’m Verbing: Here Comes the General (Rise Up)”
It’s a rough world out there. The more you learn about Trump, Putin and their nuclear bromance (at least in Trump’s mind), the more you may just want to retreat into concrete joys in life. For me, one thing I decided earlier this month was that if I got a spiralizer, everything would be okay. (ItContinue reading “Things I’m Verbing: Plague pits, zoodles and the Death Star”
A few years ago, when it seemed like my mother’s second surgery and chemo regimen had given her a clean bill of health, I bought myself a ukulele. I had never played a string instrument before, being strictly a piano/oboe/bassoon girl growing up (yeah, I know), but my reasoning was that a ukulele can makeContinue reading “Things I’m Verbing: Celebrity skin, the right-wing PC and magical thinking”
https://twitter.com/summerbrennan/status/803957130856382464 This is still about where I am: angry, cynical, unable to square the idea that Trump was either an actively good choice or not a dealbreaker for millions of Americans. I’m told that cultural issues are just a big distraction from “the real story,” the economic devastation that “we all ignored” in “the real America.”Continue reading “Things I’m Verbing: Inside baseball, zero sums and global workarounds”
While you weren’t looking, Scientific American posted one of the most damning, a-plague-on-everybody’s-house political broadsides I’ve maybe ever seen. Right, left, objective, biased, it doesn’t matter: Everyone gets the unfunny version of “being read for filth.” You need to read “A Plan to Defend Against the War on Science” for so many reasons, but the root ofContinue reading “Things I’m Verbing: Science smackdowns, Trump-loving grandmas and what even is a Playborhood?”
I love Pocket — I really do. Being able to save longer stories for later, especially in the stripped-down, no-ads version that lets you best concentrate on the ideas and images, is great. But I have outdone myself in much the same way I have outdone myself rediscovering how much I love the public library system: IContinue reading “Things I’m Verbing: Hometown datelines, apocalyptic morality and art as subtweet”
Analysis of Trump's VP pick: We're all on the train from Snowpiercer — Matt Pearce 🦅 (@mattdpearce) July 15, 2016 I mean… that about sums it up, right? Wow, though, Mike Pence. When you look at the issues, it doesn’t really get better. And in fact, if you listen to the alternative press in Indiana,Continue reading “Things I’m Verbing: Ecto-Cooler cocktails, the immune system of democracies and grace by George Foreman grill”
My horoscope says “The world is full of more goodness than you know yet.” Ted Cruz and the CDC say otherwise, but Neko Case, Will Bailey and one lady in Sardinia may prove it right.