There's just something about a white-suited old cur snuggling kitties
I'm halfway through reading Little Fires Everywhere by Celeste Ng. It's keeping me up past my (9:00) bedtime and sucking me in every day on my lunch break (all 37 uninterrupted seconds of it). It's a story that begins with a house fire and backpedals to sift through the events that led to the presumed arson. What happens when two misfits from very different backgrounds, who both feel that life has profoundly screwed them, cross paths?
I'm in awe of a government that can get its act together so quickly to enact highly reasonable gun regulations in response to a tragedy. It doesn't hurt that Jacinda Ardern gets it done with 'mom coming in the playroom for the 5th time to tell you kids to clean up your toys right g.d. now or they're all getting bagged up and donated to charity' realness.
"The parents charged in the college-admissions scandal this month risked criminal prosecution in order to gain an unfair advantage in a system that was built to offer them unfair advantages already." Good point. It's like riding the Tour de France on an e-bike and also your mom is paying someone to slip ex-lax into your competitors' water bottles to slow them down.
See also: Being Black in a White Academic World. I realize as a white person I've enjoyed a tremendous amount of privilege throughout life, so I'm not about to say I know how the journalists in this conversation feel. That being said, compared to my peers at the fairly expensive, competitive college I attended, I could clearly see I was substantially less economically privileged and connected in the world. I felt kind of weird about possibly being perceived as poor or less cultured, but I never once questioned my self worth in response to others assuming I didn't earn admission on my own merit. I can only begin to imagine how a person of color feels in the face of those kinds of racist assumptions.
Speaking of other ways the world can be a trash fire: These pre-soiled $900 sneakers are the most ignorant consumer product since the banana slicer.
I do not like green eggs and wasabi. Except I do love wasabi, or the farcical approximation I've been eating for the last 20 years. In high school, a group of 4 or 5 of us were eating sushi at Sakana Oriental, a divey place on Route 45 that apparently still exists despite its ramshackle appearance as a former railcar diner. Someone proposed a challenge: If I ate everyone's remaining portions of wasabi, they would all pay for my meal. I'm not in the habit of turning down dares, spicy food, or free things, so it seemed like a win-win-win all around. For a brief, shining moment in time, it truly was. I felt invincible, but my stomach lining begged to differ. An apt SAT analogy is: wasabi : stomach :: chlorofluorocarbons : ozone layer
I like to think I have healthier-than-average eating habits, but I did just relate a story about eating a fist-sized wad of artificially colored horseradish paste for a free meal, so I might have some introspection ahead of me. Maybe this eating strategy will solve all my problems (doubt it).
Hi, I'm just out here mastering the tangentially related but mostly inappropriate segue: Ew and No.
As previously stated, I love a good podcast. The problem is, I now have so many daily and/or weekly jawns I feel compelled to consume that I have to listen at 1.5 speed to cram them all in. Now the pace of normal human speech is infuriatingly slow. At any rate, I've been speed-listening to: You're Wrong About. At its core, this whole podcast is just proof that we (the media and the public at large) are all terrible people who cherry pick facts, jump to conclusions, and sensationalize topics in ways that do a real disservice to the actual humans involved in the stories. But it's fascinating! Past episode topics include: Terry Schiavo, Stranger Danger, The Dingo Ate My Baby, Lorena Bobbitt, and so much more!
In conclusion, please enjoy this picture of a bipedal mailbox I took on a run a couple weeks ago:
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