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I went through a Southern Rock phase in college. I wore a cowboy hat. I was a pudgy Jew from Long Island. I looked ridiculous.
I still love the music tho. Sometimes I crank up the Outlaws' Ghost Riders in the Sky loud and listen to it like 18 times in in a row. AirPods have saved our marriage.
Microsoft Word Now Flags Two Spaces After a Period as an Error – “Wake me up when Word starts flagging the use of Arial with ‘Did you mean to use Helvetica?’… "
I suck at not touching my face but I think about not touching my face while I’m touching my face so that’s good right?
Dog, me and Julie were sitting on the couch just now. Dog looked at me and straight-up belched, sounding very human. Julie said she thought I’d done it. I don’t think she’s entirely convinced it wasn’t me.
Found Snapshots of a Secret 1960s Crossdressing Resort in the Catskills
By Amy Faith on Messy Nessy Chic:
“What struck me on that first day was the normalcy of the images, even if it was a studied illusion. Here were photos documenting everyday women, going about their everyday lives – except that these women were men who probably lived as truck drivers, accountants, or bank presidents during the week.”
Great photos and a hell of a story!
What We Can Learn From 1918 Influenza Diaries
Smithsonian Magazine:
When Dorman B.E. Kent, a historian and businessman from Montpelier, Vermont, contracted influenza in fall 1918, he chronicled his symptoms in vivid detail. Writing in his journal, the 42-year-old described waking up with a “high fever,” “an awful headache” and a stomach bug.
“Tried to get Dr. Watson in the morning but he couldn’t come,” Kent added. Instead, the physician advised his patient to place greased cloths and a hot water bottle around his throat and chest.
“Took a seidlitz powder”—similar to Alka-Seltzer—“about 10:00 and threw it up soon so then took two tablespoons of castor oil,” Kent wrote. “Then the movements began and I spent a good part of the time at the seat.”
The 1Password team share their work-from-home setups
“I’m going for “Mom from Kiki’s Delivery Service” or “Alchemist next door” kind of vibes.”
By Emily Marchant
Injections of Bleach? Beams of Light? Trump Is Self-Destructing Before Our Eyes
“The notion that [Trump] is bound for four more years is pure superstition.”
This is a wonderful rallying cry by Frank Bruni at the New York Times about Trump’s extreme beatability this year. Indeed, Trump doesn’t have to be beaten; he’s destroying himself.
Trump is extremely unpopular now. Of course, he was extremely unpopular in 2016 as well, and won anyway.
But the dissonance of that victory could be explained partly by what he represented: a protest against the status quo. Now he _is _the status quo, and voters have had a chance to sample the disruption that he pledged. It tastes a lot like incompetence.
I’ve been saying – and hoping – something similar for a couple of years. A big part of Trump’s support in 2016 came from people who went into the voting booth and saw two levers. One was marked “MORE OF THE SAME.” They pulled the other lever, which was marked “SOMETHING DIFFERENT.”
Also, while Trump makes a strength out of outrageous behavior that would be fatal to another politician, a lot of what he has going for him is just plain luck.
He’s lucky beyond all imagining. But here’s the thing about luck: It runs out.
Yes.
Thanks, @ReaderJohn!