It was only meant to be a short drive. Pop out to Dunkin’ for a quick coffee before my daughter’s weekly Zoom call with her class. The drive out there is maybe 3 miles and should have taken like, 15 minutes, tops.
“There is a storm coming. There’s something bad out there. With a virus, this kind of grief is so confusing for people. Our primitive mind knows something bad is happening, but you can’t see it. This breaks our sense of safety. We’re feeling that loss of safety. I don’t think we’ve collectively lost our sense… Continue reading That Discomfort You’re Feeling Is Grief
I’ve recently become slightly obsessed with watches. Ever since I gave up on the Apple Watch Series 2 I had been wearing for a year — it just didn’t launch as fast as I wanted it to — I looked into getting a “real” watch, that is, something that looks a little more “grown up.”
A one-sentence review of Blue Moon Iced Coffee Blonde. Hits a delicate balance of a deep porter-like finish with the bright, citrusy notes typical of Blue Moon’s regular wheat ale. Very happy I picked one up with my mix-a-six today. Wish I would have gotten two.
Official want of the day, even though it won’t be out until sometime in 2020… the Analogue Pocket.
Parenting is a hostage situation: you’re in the car, but your child is the one driving it—and he doesn’t know how to drive. You can’t get out, because you decided to love him before you knew who he was—before he even was anyone. Your life split at that point into multiple tracks, and one of… Continue reading Parenting and Panic
It took a little while to get these two used to each other, but now they’re best friends.
I wanted to collect some thoughts on iOS 13 Reminders that I’ve noticed over the past few weeks.
David Leonhardt of The New York Times breaks it down. Just the facts. 40 sentences. This is where we’re at.
This quote from Madeline Miller’s book Circe really hit me. Two children he had had and he had not seen either clearly. But perhaps no parent can truly see their child. When we look we see only the mirror of our own faults. — Circe, Madeline Miller