*The Week in 15 Selections*
It is finally Spring here in Philadelphia. The trees are dousing the air with pollen. The farmers market has starter plants for the gardens. My compost was dropped off last week, and when I left an early dinner last night at 8:15, it was still light outside. There’s optimism in the burgeoning summer, and I’m going to take full advantage of it.
I’m off this week. It’s the first real week off (where I’m not traveling and not just taking a vacation from one job to work on my book) I’ve ever had in Philadelphia, and I’m really looking forward to it. I’m going to read and putter around my house and go to the museum. I’m going to try not to look at my phone or the computer that much. So hopefully next week’s list will be tangibles.
Anyway, on to the links!
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I took a little night-trip up to NYC last week to see Lucy Dacus play at Radio City Music Hall. My friend Ashley Gellman is so busy on that tour taking photos and running stuff, and it was such a joy to go see her at work. There are few feelings as good as being proud of your friends.
I read my first Fleur Jaggery book (These Possible Lives) earlier this year, and really devoured this Sheila Heti criticism of her work.
Vladamir Kanevsky’s gorgeous porcelain flowers are supposed to be up at The Frick soon. These are made of clay! CLAY!!!
clay!!! Can you believe it! For my special movie night this week I watched Solo Con Tu Pareja, which reminded me that we used to be less afraid to make characters act with evil in their hearts. This is good. It makes plots move! Very strange movie, but I liked it.
“Returning to Lorde and Weldy and [Cynthia] Nixon, we might remember that even within the framework of identity, we can trace lots of different paths to the selves we wish to be.” -Julia Golda Harris
This article Scaachi Koul wrote about reading the stupid AI generated biography of her own damn life is wild.
My co-worker Brandy alerted me to the work of New Orleans baker Bronwen Wyatt about a month ago. Wyatt had posted a call for people to make lamb cakes for Easter. I really did consider doing this, but then I got distracted by all my book travel. Anyway, last week she posted this image of all the lamb cakes people made! They all fill me with glee!
I love them all. I listened to the new Lorde song, but it didn’t stick for me (at least not yet). I’ve been listening to Jensen McRae’s new album I Don’t Know How But They Found Me!
One of my all-time favorite restaurants announced this week that they are closing at the end of the year. If you live in Washington, D.C. or will be visiting there anytime this year, I cannot recommend Tail Up Goat enough. I’ll write more about it eventually, but for now I’m just planning how I will get back to eat before it closes.
Listen, I hate the Mets, but I gotta admit that this rules and I am so jealous of this girl.
Karen Russell (who I had the JOY of meeting on my book tour) writes in her new book about prairie witches and the Dust Bowl, which led me into a Wikipedia hole about North American witchcraft. So I learned about Raven Mockers, which are so cool.
I love an article that just points out how evil and insane something is.
“I realize that I’m speaking about Twitter the way a substance abuser talks about their vice of choice. I don’t think there’s a general difference. I was addicted to dopamine and whatever hormone causes constant rage.” -Lindsey Adler
I do, in fact, very much wish to dress like a rich Brooklyn toddler.
Everyone is rewatching Conclave in honor of the upcoming Conlave. I loved Conclave, but I have taken this opportunity to return to what is (in my opinion) one of the most deranged products of the HBO wealth era: The Young Pope. Every musical cue is insane. Jude Law is so hot in it. Diane Keaton is there. The whole thing is an ad for Cherry Coke Zero. I love it.
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I have no events this week! Thank god!
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