- I've been sick for two weeks.
- I will never be well.
- Buy stock in Kleenex.
- Buy stock in Dayquil.
- Life is not good.
- Life is the worst.
- I fly to Chicago on Friday.
- To see friends and family.
- And Neil Diamond!
- Life is the best.
I'm no bonkers royalist, but I do appreciate an instantly iconic shot of a good "tots in satin short pants" duchess scolding that doesn't even mess up her glorious yet precariously perched headgear.
Somebody posted a picture of Harrison Ford in Witness today on some movie blog and it occurred to me that this is the sexiest man in the sexiest movie there ever was or ever will be.
Even when he's covered in corn dust:
Or wearing this hat, and this expression:
Exhibit A as in okAAAAAAy:
Exhibit B as in Beefcake:
Those were essentially the same photo, one with background lumber and one with chains, but whatever. Exhibit C as in Case Closed:
+ You know who else is in this movie? Loops with the #1 worst haircut that ever has been or ever will be. Wow.
That's all I've got. That's the whole post! Now you know what blogs are for.
Can you imagine?
In the meantime, their friendship grew through one of Sondheim’s favorite mediums, games. Natasha Richardson and Liam Neeson hosted holiday parties that included charades, in which Streep participated. Mia Farrow brought Sondheim to one.
“I play a different kind of charades than Meryl does,” he said. “I play running charades, in which there are two teams in relay. She likes to play the kind of charades where her team makes up all the things and our team acts them out and they giggle at what assholes we are as we’re doing it.”
Streep replied, “His version is too complicated to do when you’re drunk.”
From D. T. Max at The New Yorker: Stephen Sondheim and Meryl Streep Side by Side at the PEN Gala
Picture it: New York City. Saturday, 9:30 a.m.. Me to Tucc & SarahB: Wanna see War Paint tonight? Tucc & SarahB: Sure why not.
Many biers/miles/hours later, in unison: OMIGOD WAR PAINT IS THE BEST.
I won't blow smoke up ur ass & claim it's literally the greatest show there ever was (i.e., IT IS NOT) but come on, man. These epic, extraordinary, stage-eating broads? I'll never doubt again.
Sometime over the summer I will celebrate my favorite blogs during Blog Week, as reviewed and selected by me, but this weekend I have a visitor* and another opera (same opera) and a brunch day to attend, and betwixt all that—well, these naps aren't gonna take themselves.
From Tim Bray, Still Blogging in 2017:
I wonder what the Web will be like when we’re a couple more generations in? I’m pretty sure that as long as it remains easy to fill a little bit of the great namespace with your words and pictures, people will.
The great danger is that the Web’s future is mall-like: No space really pubic, no storefronts but national brands’, no visuals composed by amateurs, nothing that’s on offer just for its own sake, and for love.
Here’s a visual composed by an amateur.
God bless the amateurs.
via kottke.org (blog)
*This is my friend Tucc, not a euphemism for a mouse and/or gentleman caller
Kaitlyn Tiffany is my favorite writer at The Verge, because she's sharp, funny, and charming and appreciates many random, unrelated things with enthusiasm. (!! An important habit / skill.) Also because she loves blogs. As who doesn't? Blogs are the best. Here she is with an appreciation of—what else—Martha Stewart as "the perfect blogger":
Martha isn’t stuck in the past. She loves Facebook Live (see this “FBL” art she made out of blueberries), and she has one of the wittiest and strangest Twitter accounts you’re likely to find. But she realizes and respects the long-forgotten secret about blogging — that blogs are as much about the act as they are about the content, and that consistency and longevity are the only qualities in blogging worth respecting. Anyone can write about the first peacock they buy. Only a world-class blogger will write about every peacock they purchase and every thing that happens to each one. Anyone can share a personal story in hopes of aiding someone with a menial task. Only a truly exceptional blogger will do that every day for over 3,000 days and show no signs of stopping. Martha, possibly, has done her research and knows that blogging consistently is good for you. In any case, she made the promise of being there, and she has followed up.
p.s. yay blogs!
See also: the Jake Gyllenhaal newsletter, the memes of Trump's first 100 days, 10 things you can learn from a terrible twitter account, using Mike Huckabee as the medium's bête noire ("Here’s a tweet that doesn’t have a hashtag. You can see how it’s better."), my winter happy place is Sarah Jessica Parker's weird, gross Instagram, I have owned a Fitbit for one day
The winner for a backpack I can lug all my quotidian crap around in without crushing my clavicle or resorting to a second bothersome carryall is this North Face Pivoter (unisex) rig. In the front compartment alone I can fit: three pairs of glasses (regular, progressive, sun); a makeup bag filled with tampons and lip balm; a book; an umbrella; evacuation shoes; a roll of shipping tape; chopsticks; an apple; some trail mix; and two boxes of kleenex. It's purely accidental that I pack like some half-hearted survivalist in training, so please don't ask questions. Some of us make choices, some of us just chuck it all in there. (The main compartment is for your flatter items such as laptops or magazines or file folders, if you live in 1975). Why everybody in the world doesn't already own this bag is beyond me! "Stylish" may be a stretch, but still. When I die feel free to bury me in it.