Inn at Little Washington.
Inn at Little Washington.
Here, we have the halcyon period during which nothing is too good for you and you must be saved and protected at all costs. Anything you want, you must have. Someone else’s body, even at risk to her life? You got it! We owe you that much. We have no way of knowing you won’t be Shakespeare, or invent foaming hand soap. Up until the moment of birth, you are a glistening orb of magical potential. You might become a president, or better yet, the man who picks the president by deciding which electoral votes get counted.
And then here is birth, after which you are on your own.
Thank you, Alexandra Petri, for continuing to be a national treasure.
Living up to it’s tagline, The Onion is at it again
I’m not sure SCOTUS has ever been above politics, but they’re saying the quiet part out loud now.
You’re going to hear this from much smarter and more cogent people than me, but the lack of consistency– expanding the second amendment one day, while overturning precedent to restrict the fourteenth amendment the next – is stunning.
You should read the whole thing, but @gruber’s highlights of the dissenting opinion on Dobbs (i.e. what overturned Roe) are a good summary:
“With sorrow”, indeed.
I liked obi wan well enough, but man, does it have zero idea how to do stakes. It feels like the whole series was about putting into danger a bunch of people we know will get out of said danger.
Tell me the kids are staying with their grandparents next week without telling me the kids are staying with their grandparents next week
Find it a bit hard to believe the prompt going around on Twitter this weekend that the average American has only been to five of these places. Where else are Americans going when they travel??
(I’m at 23!)
Glad to see my down-the-street neighbor having my back despite the fact that I couldn’t quiet a baby we were sitting next to in church that one Sunday.
Not everyday can be a G-man day. But today is and that makes it a good day.
See ya Detroit
Hour delay has turned into five. Attempts to pace were futile
Hour delay + Old Forrester is complimentary bourbon at Sky Club= first post-pandemic test of pacing myself
American Coney Island.
Desk views this morning
Not a bad view from the top of 700 Penn
Apologies for all the random posts about sandwiches today! I’ve been trying to figure out Own Your Swarm. I’m now much smarter on custom themes thanks to some kind folks, but not getting across the finish line today.
I’m happy to report that the sandwich was delicious, though!
Stage Manager sure does look like it’d be useful with another portable product that doesn’t run macOS
My WWDC wishlist:
* Apple retcons my decision for the iPad to be my mobile computer as a good one
* My HomePods work (and don’t die)
* MHAGA (Make the Home App Good Again/first time)
* Apple remembers the Siri watch face exists
* Just a complete redesign of watch navigation
What’s helped me wrap my head around Apple’s AR/VR product is the idea of it as Mac replacement rather than a Google Glass-type product. At least initially (when it’s big/bulky), if it’s focused on doing Mac-type things pseudo-portably, it makes more sense as a $2000+ product.
I’ve also been relistening to Lorde’s Solar Power and while it didn’t catch me immediately, somehow it’s really grown on me.
I’m not sure what kicked this off, but I’ve been using the past few days to catch up on some albums that I’ve been meaning to listen to for a while:
Vale came home from school the other day excited about her first earthquake drill. “We got to hide under the tables!”, she said. “Then we had to be very quiet and Ms. Miller locked the door.”
“Can’t let those earthquakes know what room you’re in.”, I thought.
I appreciate that her teachers made this a game because that’s what this is: a sport. Get your game face on. Too bad so sad for those of us that don’t want to play.