Your May Day Reccommendations
Seize buildings, smell the flowers!
I taught first year writing in Hamilton Hall so more than anything I am pleased to see signs of life pulsating from those corridors. Honestly, there were times I wanted to hold a mirror up to some students’ slackened jaws to verify whether I should call 911. If you can’t get it up for William Cronon at 8:40am, what are you even doing here?!?!
These recommendations are not only life-confirming, they are life-affirming!
This is a few weeks old now, essentially a stone tablet in internet time, but Olayemi Olurin giving it to Eric Adams is ASMR.
Perfect Days: Did I fall asleep in this movie several times? Yes. Is it gorgeous and inspiring? Yes. If this toilet man can find a way be happy then what the hell am I complaining about?!
What My Bones Know by Stephanie Foo: “Searing” is a book jacket cliché but my goddess is it ever in this case. Nelly recommended this to me and I tore through it.
Cocaine is a helluva drug.
Supersonic, a documentary about the best eyebrows in music history and a meditation on sibling rivalry. I was in the salon chair for a bunch of hours a few weeks back and did a deep dive on what the hell happened to those boys. Imagine heckling your brother for simply doing his job. This very thing happened at breakfast today: Theo had a menty b when Truman ate a bagel Theo had refused. Add crystal meth and Manchester accents, and you have Oasis. Noel 4ever.
I fulfilled an adult-lifelong fantasy and ate at ROVI over the weekend—on my very birthday, even! I’ll spare you the orgasmic adjectives but man oh man was it worth it, though my Ottolenghi cookbooks are officially retired. Now that I know what his food is supposed to taste like, I shall never desecrate his name again! (Who has time to hunt down saffron threads, anyway?!)
Watched the original Bridget Jones on the plane home the fat/single phobia in this movie HOLY SHIT but —two zaddies physically fighting over our heroine; the Salman Rushdie cameo, to say to peak hotness Hugh Grant, “I’m looking for something more extraordinary than that,” the party theme of tarts and vicars (my next party, FYI)! To Bridget, just as she is.
Life & Beth OB office scene: Somebody needs to give the nine months of pregnancy the full Knausgaard treatment. Would devour.
The self-described Wal-Mart greeter of the underworld gave a fantastic interview on Death, Sex, and Money.
I’m just as scared of The Barbz as any godfearing human but I did my go-to “Anaconda” at karaoke recently and I don’t know how she does it. A cardiovascular endurance wonder
(MY ANACONDA DON’T!)
Going to see one of my all-time fave bands tonight (didn’t clock my loafers that lightly, did ya?) and my preemptive anti-recommendation is that this venue is STANDING ROOM ONLY! Their entire fanbase is 40+. The greater metropolitan area will see an uptick in chiropractic visits tomorrow.
And I need to talk about the last episode of Ripley!!!! Thoughts?! I’ve got em, you tell me yours.
Happy Beltane!