What a lovely Sunday to live in! I hope this finds you happy, well, and still in your embarrassing pajama bottoms. I mean… I’m still wearing my Christmas pajamas too. No shame in my game.
Mardi Gras has been swirling around me and WHOA, just whoa. I’ve lived in New Orleans for one full year and boy do I have some wide eyes and words about it. I’ll share those soon.
This week the Internet has offered us some gems. These are them:
• Bob Dylan has some really excellent and humbling words about what it means to be an artist and to live and breathe in that space. He’s wise. “These songs didn’t come out of thin air.”
• It feels like civil rights is only as pressing as our current news cycle dictates. That’s a problem. The Public Life and Private Doubts of Al Sharpton.
• The current state of public shaming. We have a problem, but then again… we’ve always had a problem. How One Stupid Tweet Blew Up Justine Sacco’s Life
• How The New York Times Works. You know… that old thing.
• I wasn’t allowed to be a picky eater as a kid. Not an option. The Tyranny of Chicken Fingers
• Worry is an important part of being a moral person. Anxiety reimagined.
Martha Stewart’s beauty routine. Saying “I don’t get clogged pores” is like saying “I don’t bloat”. Oh HUSH Martha. YES YOU DO!
• If Stanley Tucci Were Your Boyfriend, “it would always be the second week of fall. The sun would never set before 8pm, but you would never sweat again.” Isn’t that the TRUTH! (We can also stop eating Cheetos in the shower, which is mostly a relief.)
• Fired Sony Executive Amy Pascal thinks actors are “bottomless pits of need”, and also… magical.
• Stop what you’re doing: Salami of the Month Club!
• I’m reading: The Girl Who Fell From The Sky.
• Let’s do this blue.
• Lastly, The New Yorker reviews Fifty Shades of Grey aka “the Downton Abby of bondage”.
I love you, I do. Have a most wonderful day!