Weekend Links

“Nobody knew healthcare could be so complicated.”
– President Donald J. Trump

It was ironic when Republicans had to delay a vote on their healthcare initiative because one of their senior members had to undergo surgery–his healthcare is of course taken care of due to his position in the Senate. It turned tragic when it was later revealed that the surgery exposed the fact that Senator McCain has brain cancer. Senator McCain is one of the elder statesmen of both his party and the country, a veteran of not just military service but the civic process that guides our governing bodies. Despite disagreeing on many positions, I admire him a great deal and was dreading the day that age or health would bring him to retirement, so to see him diagnosed with something so serious is a bit frightening politically as well as personally. Wishing him and his family the best as they gear up for a fight!

The other news was much of the usual recent nonsense, but I’ve included some of the standout stories in the links this week–which are extra long for your enjoyment! Go forth and enjoy the summer weekend, kittens!

I don’t know if I need pink tigers or green pineapples, but I know I need these pyjamas.

My childhood is coming for you and it looks gorgeous.

Keep dreaming, sir. I’m more chilled by the request that the Prime Minister “fix” the media.

Reporter Tamara Keith (of NPR and PBS) pieced together a fascinating and helpful timeline of the Trump campaign as new facts and unreported meetings have come to light.

A single drop or the first of a cascade? I foresee many a book deal after this administration.

The next Doctor Who is a woman and at the announcement, Twitter resounded with the gnashing of teeth of a million dudebros, and the full bodied cheers of women who, in addition to Jedi knights, Ghostbusters, and their own superhero movies, now get to be timelord protagonists. This after the Wrinkle in Time trailer…I could weep with how great pop culture is right now.

Eats, Shoots and Leaves goes next level.

This dude is living his best life and I love him.

Ready for you, Jane.

Let’s just call it, the President doesn’t understand that conversations with Mr. Putin about adoption (off the record ones at that) are actually conversations about sanctions. The wider New York Times piece from which this snippet derives is fascinating.

Color me heartwarmed.

This write up of a “famous online” person, of whom I had never heard, was weirdly fascinating.

One for the fall calendar, if you live in London.

This article on how the beauty industry is being disrupted was catnip to me. I’m in marketing, I’m both a sucker for good branding and a devotee of the power thereof, but

One of NPR’s new podcasts is It’s Been a Minute by Sam Sanders (formerly of the NPR Politics podcast), and the episode containing his conversation with Anne Helen Petersen, author of Too Fat, Too Slutty, Too Loud: The Rise and Reign of the Unruly Woman is a great listen!

Album of the week: Sounds From the Other Side, by Wizkid

 

Weekend Links

“It makes be utterly bonkers to remember how much everyone hated Mitt Romney.”
– Best Friend X. (editor’s note, I’m one of those who did not like him…and desperately want him and his ilk back)

Okay (cracks knuckles)!

So on Saturday the New York Times broke a story that the President’s son took a meeting he should not have. A series of explanations seem to have been floated until on Tuesday the President’s son simply tweeted the emails that led up to the meeting–apparently trying to preempt the reporter who apparently worked on the story for a year, after months of denial but whatever.

Said emails indicated, rather bluntly, that Don Jr. was invited to take a meeting to learn compromising information about Secretary Clinton or her campaign that was gathered by the Russian state, and was being offered because Mr. Trump was the preferred candidate of said state. Jr.’s best defense at the moment seems to be that the nature of the meeting had been misrepresented to him and the purpose turned out to be discussion issues around international adoption (code word for sanctions). In other words, he tried to collude with a foreign power, but didn’t manage to actually pull it off. TUESDAY. I’m writing this the day of to document the emotional journey I assuming I’ll go on this week, because at this moment, I’m not at all convinced anyone will bear any responsibility for any actions as a result of this. That’s just how 2017 seems to be rolling thus far.

By Friday and into late Saturday, it was revealed that yet more interesting people were at this meeting (some of whom now work in the administration and failed to disclose this meeting–among others–when being vetted), and that Republicans best response to this whole latest fiasco could best be described with a shrug emoji. After spending months denying meetings took place, they switched to denying collusion took place as there was no evidence of intent and now, faced with evidence of intent…crickets.

Ugh. Here are your links, some funny, some serious, but all designed to get you through this latest round of political BS.

Geez

Follow up: super not great.

Humans are fantastic.

Conflicted about this.

Not conflicted in the slightest about this! Woohoo!

Oh, bless. You’re in for a world of hurt.

Good on ya, Scotland!

Black Panther!

Supporting NPR doesn’t just mean contributing to your local station (though you should totally do that too).

Beam me up, Scotty.

Thank you, Queen! All the blessings!

Nantucket reds, forever.

Album of the week: Mura Masa, by Mura Masa

Weekend Links

“Summer afternoon—summer afternoon; to me those have always been the two most beautiful words in the English language.”
― Henry James

Hi ducklings! It was the 4th of July for American minions this past week (NPR tweeted out the Declaration of Independence and got some…confused responses), and this weekend in PRIDE in London. We have a houseguest in situ, more coming next week, and Katarina and I are scheming for a visit in August. The sun is blazing, the river is high, and politics were only typically bad this week. Let’s celebrate some summer, shall we?

This profile of one of the One Direction boys (the one you probably don’t remember the name of) is poignant and kind of lovely.

Say it with me: “women’s fiction” is just…fiction.

Great. Just ******* great.

Bitch magazine rounded up a bunch of podcasts you should be listening to. I can personally recommend about half of ’em.

SUPER NOT GREAT, TEAM.

I will be donating to this cause.

Well this was…devastating.

It’s rare that an agony aunt letter affects me, but this is one of those occasions.

#distractinglysexy is trending and it’s great.

Album of the week: Something to Tell You, by Haim 

Five Things I Loved In June

“Green was the silence, wet was the light,
the month of June trembled like a butterfly.”
― Pablo Neruda, 100 Love Sonnets

Another month down, another batch of things to love! Here are some of the things that made me happy this past June, tell me what brought you some joy in the comments.

Wood Sage and Sea Salt, by Jo Malone. Jeff bought me a long coveted bottle of this scent for my birthday and I’ve been wearing it nonstop ever since. With notes of citrus, wood, herbs, and salt, it’s the furthest thing in the world from a sweet floral. Perfect.

 

American Gods, on Starz/Amazon. This series is weird, uncomfortable, fascinating, and beautifully designed. The concept is theoretically simple: gods are real and engendered by human belief. As subsequent waves of people have come to the Americas, they have brought their gods with them, but as times have changed and different belief systems waxed and waned, the influence of these gods has also shifted dramatically. So what happens when different groups of people have brought different interpretations of the same gods with them, or when new “gods” come along to claim human time and attention? What good is being immortal when you have nothing to do? What if other gods existence come at the expense of yours? A mixed conversation on religion, immigration, faith, death, and flawed people, I’ve been lapping this show up with a spoon.

 

All the Single Ladies, by Rebecca Traister. This book (which I took in audio form) explores the history of unmarried women in American life, starting in the colonial period and taking things straight up into the 21st century. Through research and public history, Traister synthesizes (and rarely judges) how religious, secular, and cultural mores have always found ways to include, exclude, ignore, encompass, puzzle over, cow, fear, and generally fret about un-partnered women. Meanwhile, single women have always been a major force in American life, though their contributions haven’t always been sung from the rooftops,

Ellis Faas lip gloss. The idea behind this line is that the best and purest red lip is the color of…human blood. Weird, yes, but the pigmentation? Ace.

 

Vintage shopping in Paris. I keep promising a post on it and I will get this up soon (though first I need to repair damages from the Photobucket debacle) but in the meantime, let me just say that discovering a half dozen new vintage shops and coming home with some genuine treasure was a highlight of the trip. And provided some much needed beauty therapy!

Ugh. Stand By.

PSA post for all and sundry. Photobucket, my previous 3rd party image hosting platform has (very suddenly and without any warning to me) apparently decided to pull this service and charge several hundred dollars to reinstate and use it moving forward. I’m not going to be doing this, and will have to find another place to store my photos.

Unfortunately I have several years worth of blog content and images connected to this platform and switching it all over to a new host and correcting now broken links is going to take me a lot of time. And an awful lot of swearing.

In the meantime, if things look a little wonky around here for the foreseeable future, that’s what’s up.