Well, here we are, another Thursday. I am starting to use these Thursday posts as markers of time passing, like slashes on a tree to mark time when stranded in the jungle (we just binged season 3 of Alone on Hulu – 10/10 recommend).
This particular Thursday post is accompanied by a fat cat from Amsterdam. Two years ago right around this time, I fell in love with an orange cat and a city, and I despair of seeing either ever again.
Ah, well. Here’s some stuff for you. Read it all, click selectively, or ignore it. Up to you.
Well, of course it’s grief we are feeling, but my take on it was not featured in The New York Times like this person. Sigh.
And speaking of New York, the quintessential New Yorker says you can pry her city from her cold, dead hands (and her cigarettes, too, COVID be damned).
Among the best things I have read is this quote from a lovely, long recommendation list of things to read, watch, and do during quarantine:“…the concept of “guilty pleasure” is banned, canceled, absolutely not relevant. Nothing is guilty — any pleasure to be found in this time is to be seized and celebrated!” I love that and wholeheartedly agree.
Missing your office noises? Not me, but if you are feeling lonely without the clicking of your officemate’s laptop keys, try this website of virtual office noises.
Finally, if you have not already seen this, go ahead and click to see John Krasinski’s new Project Some Good News (episode 1 and episode 2). I have already known he was a good guy, but this new project is beautiful, surprisingly not saccharine, and pretty much exactly what we need right now: some good fucking news. Spoiler alert: if you are a fan of Hamilton, start with episode 2.
Be well, love each other, wash your hands.