I am a Mindhunter Stan, also a Bill Tench/Holt McCallany Obsessive, and this second season has me allll up in my feelings. My love for Anna Torv is also unwieldy. I love Groffsauce, of course, who doesn’t, but for me he’s the least interesting of the threesome. Will report back when further into the season. No, I have not watched FRINGE but I see I must.
Today’s Featured Pet of the Day is Bear.
His human companion, Christina, has the following to report: “Some of his favorite pastimes include dramatically laying around the house, being the center of attention, and asking for pets.”
“When we are alone my boyfriend puts him in a laundry basket (which he loves) and carries it around the apartment like it's an airplane.”
Please, one more picture?
Thank you, Christina and Bear!
Joe Ford is sitting at the Pelican Landing, an outdoor restaurant in a fancy marina on the Intracoastal Waterway. Across the way is a 180-foot yacht, the name abbracci painted across the stern.
Joe’s cell phone rings. Wah-wah-waaahhh.
The theme music from The Good, the Bad and the Ugly. Joe’s ringtone.
“Hold on,” he says. “It’s the FBI.”
Earlier this summer, I visited the New Square synagogue with Rabbi Sternberg, a wry and genial fifty-eight-year-old with a reddish beard. The interior of the shul features arched windows, chandeliers, and a linoleum floor. Rows of tables and plastic chairs face an ornate wooden pulpit, or bimah. (A new, much bigger temple is being built on an adjacent lot. “The day we drove in the last nail on this one, it was too small,” Sternberg said.) Morning prayers were winding down; Rabbi Twersky’s grandson had got married there the night before.
“Bobby McDonald was able to ascertain exactly where we would need to suspect that potentially contagious people had gone and come from,” Sternberg told me. “ ‘O.K., he was standing over there? What was his path? He went from that door to that door? Who was standing here, who was standing there?’ ” The boy had been halfway up the bleachers just to the right of the bimah. Sternberg indicated the path the boy had taken to the door.
EXCITE:
I think you can and should find a happy balance that works for you. I would not talk about your current drug use with your child, however responsible and low-level it may be. (In my personal experience as a Canadian, you traditionally save that for the porch after Thanksgiving dinner once they’re out of college, and only if you’re holding.) A depressing number of parents have found themselves opening the door to CPS following a well-intentioned kid’s panicked reaction to a DARE talk at school.
The main idea is to be on the same page with your partner and to answer questions honestly, but sometimes incompletely. Teenage drug use is … not the greatest. Those brains are still developing, and especially if there’s any history of familial mental illness, I’m a lot less blasé about it than I used to be. (Though I’m not naive enough to think your children will avoid it completely.)
You can find a way to answer questions that is somewhere between “Acid will convince you that you’re an orange, and you’ll try to peel yourself and wind up in an institution! It happened to my very real friend Lenny” and my dad’s “I took meth once; it was the best experience of my whole life!” For you, that may be “Yes, I smoked pot in college. It was a rough time for me, and I was looking for a distraction.”
My IRL FRIEND Amanda Mull did a dream feature for The Atlantic, complete with a jacked expense account:
I asked the two women working in the store—pretty blond 20-somethings who could have been cousins, or sorority sisters, or cousins in the same sorority—if they could show me the things people liked the most. The pair pointed to vitamins and an artfully mismatched selection of vintage crystal goblets. Gleefully, I started grabbing things: a skin-care starter kit, a water bottle that contained a chunk of rose quartz, a pair of Millennial-pink cut-glass goblets. I selected a mint-green blow-dryer that has been advertised to seemingly every woman with an internet connection and a credit card. One of the saleswomen sold me on a giant ceramic bowl with the assurance that it would be great for nights when I just want a big salad. Nothing about the bowl seemed different from what you could buy at Crate & Barrel, but her enthusiasm for it seemed profound, and I didn’t want to disappoint her by distrusting the bowl’s potential.
After a few minutes of browsing, I was offered a gratis carton of organic, calorie-free grapefruit- and elderflower-essenced alkaline spring water. It tasted like the ghost of a grapefruit, or like you finish your morning juice and fill the unrinsed cup with water. A second customer—another young woman—came into the store and asked to be shown the things people like, and the sorority sisters pointed her to different stuff from what they had shown me. Meanwhile, my pile of ostensibly life-improving Paltrow-approved products was growing. The only thing I wanted but resisted was a $300 serum made by Barbara Sturm, the Instagram-famous dermatologist to the stars. I was afraid that if I tried it, it might work too well—make me too beautiful, too radiant, too dewy. I would be haunted by the knowledge of what I was missing for the rest of my life.
In all, I spent $1,279. One of the clerks loaded my purchases into three giant shopping bags, all white with thick black grosgrain handles. The inside lip of each bag said, “Have a Goop day.” They were heavy enough that the clerk helped me out to the sidewalk, where she assumed an idling black Audi was mine. It wasn’t.
DRAG HER:
oh yeah i’d keep that one to myself, it’s a freebie:
1. Should I tell my boss about a big screw-up that turned out okay?
I am not a perfect, rock-star employee, in large part because of ADHD that I didn’t get diagnosed until recently, but I am generally responsible and conscientious and always trying to humbly self-evaluate and improve. If we were assigning grades, I’d probably give myself a solid B-plus. I give this context because I can’t say that I have an immaculate track record, but neither am I a dumpster fire.
That said, this week I made one of the most serious mistakes of my professional life. I was packaging up important submittal materials for delivery to a prospective client. When I asked our administrative assistant to create an overnight shipping label, I checked the deadline, for some reason did not see a particular time specified, and requested delivery by noon.
However, in the morning, I realized that our department calendar said there was an 11 a.m. deadline. How I had missed this, I honestly don’t know. I immediately went into crisis resolution mode and tried to figure out a plan B. I asked the admin for the package tracking number, and it turns out the only before-noon delivery option was 10:30 a.m. anyway, so I got extremely lucky. The package was delivered with plenty of time to spare.
I’m wondering, though, if I should tell my boss about the disaster that almost happened. If the package hadn’t been delivered in time it might have cost us a high-value contract. I believe in transparency and accountability, but because this isn’t my only mistake (even though none of my others have been anywhere near as significant), I’m worried that I could end up on thin ice. Would it be dishonest not to out myself?
SUCCESSION POWER RANKINGS:
9. The rat from The Departed
“Fucking rats,” Logan grumbles on the private jet, when he learns that someone from his inner circle has spoken to his biographer. And then a guttural groan: “RaaaAaAaAaAaTs!” To many, Logan is just naming an animal, calling out his foes. To me, though, he is giving a shout out to one of cinema’s greatest actresses: the rat from the final scene of The Departed. Is a cameo in our future??
MUSIC VIDEOS:
bebe
sorry i will always repost lizzo
sondheim, bitch
“ladies first” didn’t make it into the Walk Hard movie but wow it owns
i’m just a slut for madrigals
this entire custer larue album but especially this song
also she did this legitimately filthy song from olden times which I adore
while we’re flashbacking, martin carthy is such a gift
pentangle did a great version as well
martin also turned a Bee Gees song into a hymn
stevie nicks
i have not thought about the decemberists in SO LONG
my personal fav annie lennox song
It’s so nice to be back with you. I love each of you.
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Hey, I hate asking, I am a total stranger, but I need prayers so, so badly right now. Just... I am desperate, and don't know what to do.
Hi hello! What is the link for the car detective piece? I tried clicking on the newsletter link but it went to an ingrown hair video on YouTube and I was almost extremely traumatized first thing in the morning, lololol