A 10-minute blog post (I never write anything in 10 minutes but today I’m starting the clock & not second-guessing my choices til later):
+ This tweet immediately reminded me of the children of Bruce Springsteen and Patti Scialfa:
I don’t think about these children often, because I am not a creeper (a thing I’m typing even as we approach the 10th anniversary of The Summer of Harriet Walter). Most of what I know about them is from his book: one is a firefighter, one is employed by my alma mater, and the other is an equestrian (a specialty sport for the richie rich, obviously, but not exactly a tabloid magnet). I do follow her on Instagram, but that’s because she owns cute puppies.
+ I watched the High Maintenance season finale on Friday and my New York-loving heart swelled to three times its normal size. At one point the guy and his college bro bud ride their bikes through Central Park and you can see the Plaza in the background and I thought oh, that’s a hill I ran up approximately 8,000 times over the years. The park was my own personal private public backyard/garden/sanity saver, and they captured the wide-open communal joy and magic of it. What a wild and generous series this is. (Also not the first time I’ve seen all of Reed Birney, btw.)
+ Falling under my primary survival tenet of “celebrate everything”—please note this important event in world history:
+ An oldie but a goodie, from Roger Ebert:
"Kindness" covers all of my political beliefs. No need to spell them out. I believe that if, at the end of it all, according to our abilities, we have done something to make others a little happier, and something to make ourselves a little happier, that is about the best we can do. To make others less happy is a crime. To make ourselves unhappy is where all crime starts. We must try to contribute joy to the world. That is true no matter what our problems, our health, our circumstances. We must try. I didn't always know this, and am happy I lived long enough to find it out.
+ My mom wants me to buy a $2500 dog: