8/20

https://www.etonline.com/these-pen15-bloopers-will-get-you-through-the-day-exclusive-120650)

women talking by miriam toews which i had been excited to read because of this new yorker profile by alexandra schwartz (https://www.newyorker.com/magazine/2019/03/25/a-beloved-canadian-novelist-reckons-with-her-mennonite-past) and which is so good and smart (the choice of the narrator character being someone who's a liminal figure between two worlds doing translation and is providing literal minutes of these meetings, which adds this whole meta layer) and gut punch intense and sad

that i have been appreciating sad books more lately, which i think says something good about my mental health right now because normally sad books or even books which aren't that sad but which i am afraid will be sad are too much for me, i refused to read books recommended by my mother, my primary reading influence, for years because the books she liked were always full of cancer that she could read as a narrative but which would burrow into me and making me feel like i was dying anyway it's nice to be able to experience some new things i would love to be able to listen to sad music for example

fun dms with a friend

the interesting temporal experience of checking instagram and expecting there to always be a new caroline calloway story, like this inexhaustible natural resource, and then you pull your thumb down to poll for more and there's nothing and you're left with yourself, which feels like successful formalist art to me, but which also makes me think of that jia tolentino essay about the cult of the difficult woman (and then caroline calloway's instagram about trick mirror, and then, and then) and being reminded of the weird shit i wrote about julia allison when i was 22, more than a decade ago scream emoji

really committing myself mentally to getting a new phone now that i am getting a message about upgrading my icloud storage every 5 minutes, which means i will get one in three months when i finally summon the energy to decide

the slogan of these "high altitude" cherries we bought, which is "a half-mile closer to the moon"

d airdropped me a link for the first time (after i have trollingly done it to her so many times)

it was of this leaf (https://www.reddit.com/r/mildlyinteresting/comments/ct65e9/this_leaf_on_mt_rainier_lost_its_leafiness/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app)