1. I’ve been cooking a lot lately because why not. What do I have to lose. What else do I have to do with my time. Watch the news? Read the news? I DON’T THINK SO. Take my dog for walks, sure. Try to find pants that fit, okay. Catch up on Succession, done. (I’ve never seen anything that makes ambition and power and money look more grotesque, although of course there are plenty of things. Reality, for one. But I’m constantly thinking to myself that they each need to just buy their own private island and go die on it. Yet I keep watching, for America. And Harriet Walter, who is so deliciously, deliberately mean. I’d like to see her succeed, I guess. She wears some funky getups.)
2. This creamy lemon pasta was particularly fine and comes highly recommended by me and the 91 weirdos who made random variations of it and shared their thoughts with the public (as I, to be honest, am doing now). Thoughts like “Our two lemons yeilded almost a cup of lemon juice. We almost died. Our mouths may never unpucker. For those who don't know, apparently when following a recepie the juice of a lemon equals about 3 tablespoons.” I added arugula to mine.
3. I realized yesterday eve that I haven’t sat down and read an actual book in months. This should concern me, I’m aware, yet…I don’t feel like I need to go around looking for more things to be concerned about. I feel like all the concerns I can handle are filling my pockets right now, already, which is probably (I hope) why none of my pants fit. I suppose I could blame all that creamy lemon pasta instead, vis-a-vis the pants, but again—no more concerns. Zip. Zero. Plus books will still be there when I exeunt this phase. I’m not worried about books anymore. Or my pants, really. They’re just pants.
4. I also realized I haven’t blogged much in lo these many past months. Maybe it’s because of the anti-anxiety medication, which has indeed “taken the edge off” but also might be (slightly) numbing my brain to experience and clever quips. Or it could be that all the stuff I used to save up to say to this blog I now say to my dog instead. I’ve watched a million YuleTube dogtraining videos and many of the trainers comment on how you have to be careful about how you talk to your dog, that if you babble on incessantly they will eventually tune you out, so I will keep you posted if this happens to be true. Right now he’s napping in the bathtub, a new weird habit. He got neutered a week ago and can’t take a bath yet so I don’t know what he’s expecting to happen in there, but time will tell.
4. Once other people start telling you what they like via Like buttons, you inevitably start hewing to their idea of what’s good. And since “people tend to be extremely similar in their vulgar and prurient and dumb interests and wildly different in their refined and aesthetic and noble interests,” the stuff you publish will start looking a lot like the stuff that everybody else publishes, because everybody sort of likes the same thing and everybody is fishing for Likes. (James Somers @ The Atlantic)