- The mother is the wrapper.
- It's not the hunter.
- “The more you fail the more you succeed.” (Also: I will always be a Giacometti fan.)
- A last, hostile act. (Be sure you read this when you have the time to sit in stunned silence about how good it is.)
- One day, 119 times. Related.
- While this is full of really great analysis, I also enjoy the crap out of the word "brogressive."
“Mules were worse. Mules were like horses who could plan."
-- Clockwork Boys by T. Kingfisher. It’s an absolutely delightful book, btw.
It’s been a busy spring. Let me tell you how busy in my most recent Dry Martini column....
"There is a Chinese curse which says 'May he live in interesting times.' Like it or not, we live in interesting times. They are times of danger and uncertainty; but they are also more open to the creative energy of men than any other time in history. And everyone here will ultimately be judged -- will ultimately judge himself -- on the effort he has contributed to building a new world society and the extent to which his ideals and goals have shaped that effort."
-- From RFK's "Day of Affirmation" speech.
(I would, of course, include women in the sequel...)
In this week's Dry Martini column, the sky gods laughed.
- This seems timely.
- Recently, I watched the first two Godfather movies for the first time. It has really helped me decode where we are now.
- A job like no other.
- The winters in Oneonta can be pretty extreme. I'll still take them over the risk of "ballistic rocks."
- "Hey, honey? Can I borrow your knitting needles?"
- The rise of the rural.
- Clip and share.
- Breaking Bad News (with bonus John Cleese.)
- I HADN’T FORGOTTEN ABOUT THEM!
"And I’m not ashamed to stand here, in front of six hundred people in this room, and millions more online, and proudly say that I live with mental illness, and that’s okay. I say “with” because even though my mental illness tries its best, it doesn’t control me, it doesn’t define me, and I refuse to be stigmatized by it."
-- Wil Wheaton. You should read the whole thing, especially the bit about the difference between existing and living.
And in case you didn't know: My name is Adrienne Martini. I live with chronic depression and I am not ashamed.
"Like a bloated, portly fake billionaire rolling off a hooker after a hot 45 seconds of passionate sex, Donald Trump’s ardor for Rudy Giuliani seems to have cooled."
-- If nothing else, this era has brought us Rick Wilson's Daily Beast columns. That is not a bad thing.