What We Do In The Shadows
As the big dark descends...
Every year around now the darkness descends and every year I am surprised and appalled. And dare I say every year the darkness of November and December gets harder??? I’ve tried every kind of light box around and unfortunately the fluorescent glare is a kind of torture too. You’d think I’d be better prepared, but can one ever really prepare for cycles of life/death/life?
No, one just has to live them, gnashing one’s teeth and stomping one’s feet, and taking comfort in good things to consume, liiiike:
The RaeShanda/LaCONdra drama!!! My friends Scott and Ana passed along this extensive breakdown of the deceit and deception and I must now also recommend the analysis of Mr. BusyBlu. Remember, like RaeShanda says, you haven’t even got where you’re going.
Werner Herzog on Fresh Air: the dark recesses of the human soul, etc
A recent Kathryn Jezer-Morton column on how constant availability curdles into perpetual unavailability (will follow KJM anywhere she goes, tbh.)
Anatomy of a Fall: I saw this under perfect conditions: in a theater, the middle of a rainy day, with my mom. A sublime viewing experience for a very good film and a steel-drum rendition of P.I.M.P. that will never leave your consciousness.
Walking Through Clear Water in a Pool Painted Black by Cookie Mueller: When an it girl did things, amirite?! A fearless boar of a woman, a perfect book to read before bed because each chapter is less than five pages long
The fauvism exhibit at the Met: saw this last week when I played hooky one afternoon. But when you are your own boss you are also your own employee which means you are stealing from the company but I love a misappropriation of funds!
TIP: It’s taken me 17+ years of living in NYC to learn this, and I bestow it upon you now for free (unless you are a paying subscriber in which case THANK YOU!): go to the members’ entrance on the ground floor. Even if you are not a member you can buy a ticket at a brief line and skip the throng of ghastly Europeans in the Great Hall. Also: you will never feel younger/hotter than among your museum-going compatriots in the Lehman Wing, trust.
For those of you keeping track/handing out medals, I am on Day 23 of the Whole30 and have a newfound appreciation of Castelvetrano olives. Scott and I went to a Diwali party on Friday and I quite literally dreamt about the paneer appetizers I gazed at longingly.
The Pigeon Tunnel: John le Carré’s daddy issues
Thumbing through Real Simple, thinking about the organization projects and baking you will never do. And being quite fine with it.
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