- 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.
No "Many things" post today. Running a little behind on pretty much everything. BUT! I do have a column that just went live over at Another Mother Runner. You could read about my (super awesome) Seneca 7, maybe?
"Mr. Trump has definitely, positively never, ever, ever had gonorrhea, herpes, syphilis, chlamydia, the French, Spanish, or English pox, crabs, genital lice, crotch-crickets, Bulgarian junk-rot, the Weeping Cobra, the Gift that Keeps On Giving, Studio 54 Stall Surprise, or Bangkok Fire-Dick. Mr. Trump’s noted fidelity to his wives should put to rest all of these scurrilous rumors. In fact, our laboratory research shows that contact with Mr. Trump’s magnificent body kills all forms of STDs, and also cures scrofula, vertigo, blindness, sleep apnea, and the Jimmy Leg."
-- "BREAKING From Trump’s ‘Doctors’: Most Remarkable Physical Specimen of All Time!" by Rick Wilson. You really need to read the whole thing. It is magnificent.
It also appears that not everyone in the royal family has shared the queen’s enthusiasm for her fleet of corgis. In a television interview in 2012, Prince William, the queen’s grandson and the second in line to the British throne, expressed some issues with the dogs.
“They’re barking all the time,” he said. “I don’t know how she copes with it.”
Prince Harry, his brother, has also registered a noise complaint. “I’ve spent the last 33 years being barked at,” he told the BBC in 2017.
-- From the New York Times, after news that the Queen's last corgi had died. I'm relieved because my corgi can't possibly be misbehaving if the Queen's corgs did the exact same thing.
Over at Another Mother Runner: my race report for the Cherry Blossom Ten Miler. Spoiler alert: it was great fun.
"So why not quit? Because long-distance runners live for the story. We love you thinking we are just crazy enough to run 26.2 miles in driving rain and freezing temperatures. It’s rebellious, almost countercultural, or at least it was in the pre-running boom days, and that spirit still lies at the center of what is now a truly mainstream endeavor."
-- Matthew Futterman, “What It Was Like to Run the Boston Marathon in a Freezing Deluge."