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triumph and disaster and Sam Cooke Live at the Harlem Square Club, 1963 she/her
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yankee stadium can call me when they bring me Heinz and Diet Coke. until then, idc they’re still cops.

saturday, january 28, 1978 robert klein / bonnie raitt

There was once a tweet that went something like “the safest i ever truly feel in this world is when my rock, my angel, This Guy sits there w his lil sax and actually laughs out loud at the monologue,” and twitter’s dead now and that’s the only tweet I miss, but idk it’s always nice to feel known.

a plurality of my fellow voters actually chose MORE OF THIS, chose for this to happen all over again, chose to hand him back the tools to cause more irreparable carnage, believe that MORE OF THIS INSANE UNCONSCIONABLY MONSTROUS SHIT is somehow the move, and I’m never, never going to get over it.

the cruelty is Always the fucking point

The senior senator from Vermont, shouting into the record for all his soul, ARE YOU SUPPORTIVE OF THESE ONESIES? the long slow slog through week two rolls on

Alan Alda’s 89th birthday has been over in NY for 44 minutes, but time is a social construct.

the antidote to today is Plum Sykes’ substack where all she does is rank her houseguests by the charms of their hostess gifts and whether or not they tipped the staff. serenity now

When NBC dropped their chase feed, I went over to KTLA’s live yt and those heroes not only stayed on it until everyone dipped under that overpass, but at one point they threw up a split-screen with an ig live being streamed by one of the riders, and THAT might be the best tv reporting I’ve ever seen

"inflight gambling"

Gabby’s shoes just changed mid-way through Alice’s party. And since we’re here? There’s a typo on the board behind Janet and Michael. ALSO. if Cece’s mom was SO delighted for her daughter to marry Schmidt, why’d she show up to the wedding *several* hours too late, wearing black business separates?

i think about Conan’s Tonight Show sign-off all the time. i think about his gratitude. i think about how moved he was by goofs and creativity turning a sad situation joyous and inspirational. i think about him begging us not to fall victim to cynicism. i try. idk why has it been dark since lunch

In even newer (pathologically avoidant) news: absolutely all I feel like talking about NOW are the Rupert Campbell-Brown racks in the Rivals wardrobe trailer. there’s no clever, thoughtful “and—“ it’s Rupert Campbell-Brown’s rumpled lil outfits, drop your voice.

my friend asked me what I’ve been reading lately, and i could have mentioned any of the eleven (11) books i bought this week, i could’ve mentioned the literal paid reading group i’m in atm, but i, bold-font broken, only wanted to talk about the best comments under the chickenshop ep. Know Thyself

but unbowed

The insane gift of sitting next to your best friend and both of you realizing at the exact same moment that you guys are actually watching the new Worst Movie Either of You Has Ever Seen. The joy of everything that follows. The the thrill of not one, not two, but three (3) Ben Franklins

"prepare yourself for the most painful bit. The absolute desperation when you witness some friends, first hesitantly murmuring, then confidently saying, 'It is not as bad as we imagined.' You will watch in horror as they fall in line without being forced."

Me, curled up inside hours of sad and silence, suddenly breaking into actual applause and shouting Dime Eyes with such fondness and joy. Oh, shows. ilusm ty tv

This is the first time I’ve ever been glad my grandmother is dead.

I’ve been in Pennsylvania for the last 67 hours, at the doors of condos and trailers and modern farmhouses and actual horse farms and inexcusable mcmansions and credible unabomber shacks and one truly insane Amityville situation at the top of an unpaved mountain, and everyone is fucking. fired. UP.

u know what? re2pect, and the part in Begin Again where Mark Ruffalo says he fucking *loves* Randy Newman, because I also fucking *love* Randy Newman. youtu.be/NTp2jIiSrbA?...

105 days til pitchers and catchers🫡

the raw joy i get from walking into my slice shop just now and immmeediately getting a fistbump and a “hey sweetie how u feelin about tonight?” ny in 7

All three baseball chats simultaneously coming together in Martha. Martha i love u never leave us

margeaux goldrich or foh