What are you up to this weekend? I hope everyone stays safe during hurricane and flood. Tonight, we’ll take it easy home and watch classic movie. Good links, here are some links from around the web…
I love the new show Only the murders in the building.
How cool is this 250 square feet apartment? He sleeps on the daybed.
Creative alternatives to first date greetingshaha. (New Yorker)
Appeal to all regular fans! Sally Rooney’s upcoming novel comes out next week. (I read it – the sex scenes were beautifully done, but the rest just slipped through my mind. Some chapters included emails between two friends, and I ended up skimming or even skipping those parts. Something I’d never say about her past novels! Curious to know what you think.)
The language of braids. (New York magazine)
All you need to know The new season of Insecure.
Taste test: What is the best BLT?
Plus three comments for readers:
Lauren says Three great things: “I totally watched The Wonder Years as a kid. I ended up in college with Fred Savage (Kevin Arnold) and heard the accounts of 5,000 of his classmates about him answering the professor’s question confidently and incorrectly, then talked about himself by another college student: “I felt like an idiot.”
Meg says Where did you grow up: “I grew up in a trailer park in North Dallas backed by a state highway with my older brother and young widowed mom. We lived on Social Security and a hot dog. I thought anyone who didn’t have vinyl siding in their portable home full of holes from a weeder was fancy.
Hours later, I played in the adjacent building materials warehouse with my brother and our little buddies at the trailer park. We get a lot of bullshit for being ‘garbage trailer kids’, but we all grew up to be cool and cute: parents, teachers, nurses, artists, writers, musicians, healers, political intellectuals, philosophers, world travelers.
We’d unpack the breaks from our used banana-seat bikes and then race each other up the “big hill” and jump into the grass at the last minute screaming as we lay in a merging pile, laughing hysterically in the face of death.
My brother once released a telephone wire pigeon from his front porch and proceeded to cook it on my first day of high school, ironically, because he wanted me to be able to tell this trailer garbage story. kids someday. I do, and they don’t believe me. I raised my two children in Toronto, Holland and now Colorado. They think trailers are something to take into the mountains for a great vacation. They are also adorable and lovable. I marvel at them.”
(Photo courtesy of Yossi Arifi.)