I fear that I haven’t paid much attention to my day-to-day life lately.
Art
Approaching Storm, print by Grant Wood. A 19th-century Earthenware pitcher, made in Bangor, Maine.. A male figure in the Nomoli style.
Books
Winter’s Heart. It feels good when you learn how to read a particular book.

Articles & Episodes & Twoots
“It wasn’t because I was smarter or more dedicated, but simply because I’d been looking directly at a specific problem they only encountered as part of a much larger institutional landscape.”
“By their late thirties, nearly two-thirds of people born in Wyoming have moved to other states.”
“Here I pause for one moment, to exhort the reader never to pay any attention to his understanding, when it stands in opposition to any other faculty of his mind. The mere understanding, however useful and indispensable, is the meanest faculty in the human mind, and the most to be distrusted.”
Road House: The Perfect ’80s Western. “Dalton is Fonzie-cool, Eastwood-mysterious, and physically pristine.”
Why are movies about research so addictive?
Ryan Coogler talks about film stock and aspect ratios.
Beatrice Chebet breaks the 14-minute 5k barrier.

Music
Taylor McFerrin, Early Riser. Jazz/soul/electronic. I like all all the layering in “Postpartum“, and I think that’s also what I respond to in “Already There” – something to latch onto no matter where you put your ear.
Daoud’s soda single. “plato’s twins” has been on repeat, with a restlessness that reminds me of Harmony of Difference-era Kamasi Washington. The full GOOD BOY album was merely good.
Muslimgauze, Single #One.
Movies
You Hurt My Feelings. Such good heart in this one. Love how it portrays how we all seek and need validation outside ourselves (even though we might know better?), and the payoff that can come from trusting, again and again.
The Hunger Games. The shakiest camera you’ve ever seen. (Previously.)
Wallace & Gromit: Vengeance Most Fowl. Charming as usual. I always wish these were paced just a hair faster.
Transporter 2. Cross an Audi commercial with CSI: Miami b-roll, mix in some Jackie Chan-tics, you got yourself a stew.
Skyfall. So dreary. I give up! I don’t like James Bond! (Previously.)

TV
The X-Files, s4e22 “Elegy“. The events/mystery side of this is a mess, but appreciated some nuance in the Scully/Mulder relationship.
Couples Therapy, s4e13–18.
Department Q, s1e9. I don’t like watching someone get tortured for a full season, but hard not to like a grumpy, swaggering detective.
CSI: Miami, s8e19. Young Alan Ritchson!





















































