Instagram Accounts to Spark Your Joy in 2019
It was high time for a serious KonMari discard session, and over the course of a couple of days I gleefully tapped the “unfollow” button dozens of times.
The Way I Came
This February, the Alaskan Way Viaduct will be disassembled. Trucks and cranes will shake loose the concrete foundations before an earthquake has the pleasure, and I’m beginning to realize that I will never be able to leave Seattle the way I came.
A Yinzer Yankee in the Lonestar State
But for now, all I can think about is how out of place my Christmas trees looked when my neighbors have a cactus naturally growing in their front yard. And I will envy all y’all yanks up there.
Aquaman and Its Discontents
While the film isn’t without interesting ideas—the notion of an environmental reckoning, for one—these ideas dart, glimmering and mostly unconsidered, through the nets that Aquaman reserves for its preferred but drabber game: the return of the king.
What Up Haters?
People also hate it when I’m right and they’re wrong, which happens pretty frequently.
Extended Stays
For the past week and a half I’ve been staying at an extended stay hotel in St. Louis, which was not a concept I was familiar with until I booked it.
Unpacking the Bookshelf
Each title is an era trapped in amber, a fossil record of a former self.
Children
I’m just trying to say that given what little is truly required of uncles, it follows that the bond between parent and child, when pursued in good faith, has no parallel.
Advice from the Island Bar
This friendly man at the bar wrote the books my dad and grandpa read at the beach for years, AND he was partially responsible for our family tradition of eating dinner (and lunch, and then dinner again) at Doc Fords on Sanibel.
A Hysterical Essay about Packing
I know. It’s just a suitcase. OR IT’S JUST THE MAW OF THE CAVE OF WONDERS FROM ALADDIN WAITING TO EAT ME ALIVE.
