Listening:
“Dead Flowers” by Townes Van Zandt.
"Random Rules" by Silver Jews.
“No One's Easy to Love” by Sharon Van Etten.
Reading:
This was wild and crazy: A 4-Year-Old Trapped in a Teenager’s Body
This was true: 20 Things John Mayer Looks Like in This Photo
This was silly: Quiz: Who Wrote It: Edgar Allan Poe or an Emo Band?
This was funny and informative: Trader Joe’s Gets into Jackfruit in 2019: The Journey Begins
Craving:
Highlights: cumin-roasted carrots, oatmeal chocolate chip cookies, a fresh Goldberg’s pumpernickel bagel with buttery spread and jam, tuna salad with Branston pickle, extra crunchy dill pickles, and homemade sesame chicken with broccoli.
A perfect New York bagel via Baltimore. (image via Goldberg’s)
Wearing:
It’s been cooooold, so lots of wool socks, turtlenecks, scarves, and beanies. I also wore my new red jumpsuit twice this week. I had a relaxing family weekend where I primarily wore sweatpants and sweatshirts. I looked in the mirror one day and thought I could be mistaken for dude in a 90s grunge band—lots of long disheveled hair and bagginess.
Watching:
TV: I watched the entirety of Sex Education on Netflix in roughly two sittings. I’m having withdrawals. It reminded me of The End of the F*cking World. Endearing characters, English accents, hilarity, really good music.
Gillian Anderson makes for a good wacky mom.
Movies: I rewatched The Big Lebowski over the weekend. It had been years since I had seen it—brilliant as always. I forgot how good the soundtrack is too. When I Googled the movie, this shopping link for the Dude’s sweater (from Dillard’s) came up: Pendleton sweater.
Treasuring:
Unwinding and nostalgia: A weekend in the suburbs means becoming so calm I have no worries or needs. Family laughs and baking cookies and dancing to bad music (We all have “Closing Time” stuck in our heads now, unfortunately). I made a visit to my storage unit for a stack of old journals from 2005-2008. Often painfully angsty and full of pointless minutiae, it’s been eye-opening and very humorous to revisit. So much and so little has changed.
I read a lot about this period of life—my sweet sixteen with Blake and a tandem bike.