Mostly sunny, the heat is building, and there’s a strawberry supermoon. Wall Street fell into a bear market today, and last year’s attempted coup is being relitigated on television in the hope that justice might still exist in some corner of the universe. I admire their faith. The television followed this up with a special report about dogs overdosing on their owners’ drugs. Later, a senator solemnly said, “We just want to keep guns out of the hands of people who might use them for violence.” The weather lady looked a little freaked out as she stood before a map soaked in neon red, forecasting a heat index of 110 degrees and 80-mile-per-hour winds.
A few months ago in London, I had a beautiful bowl of ramen so spicy I got the sniffles and glimpsed the face of god. I went back every Saturday like church. Now I’ve found something similar here in Ohio: a Szechuan lamb dish soaked in chili oil and cumin that can only be described as holy. It’s good to have a meal in your life that demands regular pilgrimage.
Hypothetical art project: a device that gives you fifty dollars each time you share an embarrassing personal detail—but there’s a one-in-fifty chance it will share a picture of you and your secrets online.
Sometimes we go to IKEA just for a nice and affordable meatball dinner.
