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tw: body image
bradley whitford on the handmaid's tale, because he gives a more interesting performance than the other male leads and also because every time i recognize him, i think of a beloved moment in one of the podcasts with chelsea peretti, adam scott, and harris wittels (
https://www.vulture.com/2015/10/farts-and-procreation-and-the-transcendent-power-of-silliness.html) where chelsea is doing a riff about her celebrity friend "bradley" and adam guesses "cooper" and, after a beat, harris says "whitford" in such a funny intonation and i'm thankful that though i can't recall exactly which of their four podcast episodes it happens in, that's good because it's an opportunity to revisit them
that i have never been angry enough to break a mirror, as characters in TV shows and movies (and maybe some people in real life?) do when they're very angry, which i think is a good reflection of the lack of anger i've had and/or how unreal filmic representations of life that externalize emotions are (i have also never swept the contents of a desk onto the floor out of anger)
that because i've been running more regularly and with fewer breaks and also sweating out a lot of water weight, my face is tighter and more defined than it has been this year and when i look at myself in the mirror lately i don't dislike what i see as much as i usually do
this essay on "learning to be ugly in south korea":
"preserved wife plum", the translated label on the bag of dried fruit i bought at the international market
how the first can i pulled out of a case of seltzer felt weird and i realized that it was because even though it was sealed, there was nothing inside it but air
my biannual review went well and i have one more workday until a week of vacation and i have no meetings today and i think i have time to get the things i need to get done done, which is such a relief
how because, as summer set in, miso started to delay when she would go to the bathroom (versus her speed into the cold squats of winter), i started bribing her with little treats after she went, and how she will weirdly never come right to me when i call her over to the treat but always takes this weirdly indirect and circuitous path, which makes me laugh
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