1. This latest Lefsetz letter about attending a Garth Brooks concert in LA is really delightful. It will make you happy. It made me want to go see Garth Brooks in concert.
There was also a scent that I only recently learned has a name: petrichor. It’s the earthy scent of rain having just fallen on soil after a dry spell. You definitely know it.
There you go: pronounced with a hard "k." File it away for future use to impress loved ones and potential employers or interested strangers on public transit. (ps re: public transit: see also, then lock yourself in your car)
3. I look like an elf on a shelf! Or an evil leprechaun who will follow you into your dreams to steal all your gold doubloons, and maybe a couple of your teeth.
I don't know, man. The hair is shorter than I wanted but hair grows. These glasses, though, are the fucking worst.