Any time I see a truly overweight person at the gym, I think to myself that person must have stones of steel to come out and dare to fitness while fat in our shaming culture. Most people would crumple in the face of the constant side-eye and smirks you know they’re enduring.

PREACH! I had a 6GB Creative Nomad hard drive mp3 player before the iPod came out. It took me ages to adjust to the iPod UI, too, because Creative’s was so much better.

That’s Dr. Fuckface, mister!

I’m doing the suggested regime for the Olds:

Three years and counting. Early 40s. I’ve give up and am just going to collect quadrupeds and do the shit I wanna do. I figure the spell will break at some point. Or it won’t. Choosing to not dwell on it and to not plow time into trawling online dating sites is what feels right for me right now. Good luck!

Hugs to you and your mom. I’m so sorry.

The Ordinary was a game changer for me!

I haven’t bought anything new in a long time due to a tight budget, but I’ve almost finished my tube of Bite agave lip mask and will DEFINITELY buy again.

I am re-reading “Cadillac Desert” and I also just started “Towers of Trebizond,” which is fucking fantastic.

I highly recommend Caro’s entire series on LBJ, as well as his book about Robert Moses, “The Power Broker”. There are striking similarities between Moses and LBJ.

Watching Lily the dog catch sweet air (esp at 1:55) never, ever, ever fails to make me laugh and smile.

The fuck she talking about? The Handmaiden was my favorite movie of last year, Busan was solid.

They just reused Tyrion’s wig from the pilot...

I want to join the cry party! I got a lower back tattoo in Ireland in 1995. The tattoo artist kind of shrugged and was like, “I don’t do many tattoos there.” Five years later it was a “thing.” SAD!

Marry me.

Every time I try to jam my ass into some now-too-tight pants, I say to myself, “Yup, still got that bad case of the Trumps.”

JFC! That’s why I left NYC for Portland about 10 years ago - I have a pesky desire to do mission-driven work that doesn’t pay worth a damn. And then it got ridiculously expensive so I had to keep driving south from Portland till I could find a little heap I could afford to buy.

I wish I had a basement or an attic for storage, but man is my little 649 sq ft bungalow a breeze to clean! And I have money left over after mortgage payments to buy food!

Have you ever read David Roberts’ essays on “medium chill”? I like how he chose to address these questions and try to emulate his and his wife’s approach :-)