Waking up to yet another day of tragedy in the news. Will it ever end? I can't stop thinking about all those poor children who just wanted to watch the fireworks on Bastille Day and are now victims to such horror. Once again, nos cœurs sont avec vous, la France. I'm working on finding the balance of trying to let myself turn off the news to protect myself emotionally while also never allowing myself to become numb to the horrors of the world and keeping myself informed. It's not the easiest.
In other news, the heat is really making it difficult for me to keep up with the "running" challenge I've been doing. Running is in scare quotes because my run is barely faster than my walk. I'm getting faster slowly but surely! I downloaded the Couch to 5k app and if you have any interest in starting to run I highly recommend it. I've yet to have a workout that left me feeling upset, and that's saying something. I woke up early today though to go run and it's already 87 degrees sooooooo needless to say I'm still laying in bed.
I hope you have lovely plans for the weekend. I'm not quite sure what I'll be doing yet, but I'm pretty certain it'll involve going to highly air conditioned establishments. Probably a movie, since we hit up the MoMA yesterday. If you haven't been and are in the area, the Degas exhibit is absolutely lovely and the Bruce Conner exhibit is a revelation. Theo and I actually hadn't been to the MoMA in ages because last time we went to the Bjork exhibit with high expectations and it turned out to be an absolute disaster. There was absolutely no communication about what the exhibits were so after standing in two hour long lines to watch old music videos that we could have watched on YouTube, we were informed we couldn't go upstairs to the costume exhibit because that was a whole other portion that required tickets and had a wait list. Needless to say, we were incensed. Theo actually spent two days angrily tweeting at MoMA, which if you know my gentle guy is absolutely hilarious. So it had been a while, as we know how to hold a collective grudge. But I'm so glad we went back.
I hope it's a lovely one, here are some links for your eyeballs and a little ditty for your heart:
I wrote this piece on laser treatments a while back but can't remember if I shared it.
I've been listening to Freetown Sound, and if you like the song above, you should too.
When the child is the parent. Excellent profile on Ariel Leve and her shocking new memoir.
Strongly considering moving to Snowflake, Arizona these days.
Profoundly jealous that Sloane Crosley got to dive into Josephine Baker's France.
How OiTNB fell short for black people. Spoilers for Season 4.
I go back to this poem by Ellen Bass again and again and again.
How girls are being left behind in blue collar communities.
As a font fanatic, it's imperative that I own this.
I used to drink Kir Royales when I was a teenager and my grandparents took me to fancy restaurants.