This week, I'm thinking about photography. I was going to write something commemorating my 16-year-photo editing anniversary, but instead I've decided to give you a glimpse into the creative eye of a toddler. When Mamiche turned one (or maybe it was for her first Christmas?) she was given a very cute, functional digital camera. She loved it immediately. I finally decided to pull all the images off the mini SD card and sort through them. I deleted about 50 all black images and another large batch of images that were blocked by tiny fingers. There were A LOT of photos of her feet, many unflattering ones of all her grownups, I am not sure there was a single one that was in focus. 

Unfortunately, we didn't set the date and time (or we did and she undid it because she likes to mess with the settings). I could probably piece it all together, but who has time for that? (Probably me, the next time I am procrastinating something else I should be doing) 

Here is a selection, unedited: 

clockwise from top left: Stella and Woo Woo going for a ride, instruments,
mama trying to have breakfast, Fox Bear on a city bus. 

clockwise from top left: a messy kitchen, toes, Juju waves, animals butts

I am deeply sorry I can't share the selfies here, but I promise you, they are highly amusing (and also not in focus) 

​This week in reading. . .
Laserwriter II is such a perfect and strange book that I do not know how to describe. I loved it so much. It was sweet nerdy nostalgia and short, hyperspecific character studies, and weird little absurdist dialogue between inanimate objects. I just loved it. Tell Me Lies was a totally fine small town mystery/scandal combo. 

​This week in listening. . .
Isaac Fitzgerald on This is Good For You is exactly as perfect as I expected. 

Three of my absolute favorite people and former coworkers on The Grand Tourist.

​This week in TV. . .
Rewatched season 1 of Starstruck in advance of season 2 which lands today! I am so excited. 


Very very challenging to watch DMZ right now. And some of the acting was SO bad, but Rosario Dawson is the best, so it balanced out. 

​​This week in a gif. . .

solid advice

This week in movies. . .
Spiderman: No Way Home was as fun as everyone said, but was, OF COURSE, too long. 

This week in a newsletter. . .
Ijeoma Oluo's latest is a vulnerable and heartbreaking look at heatlhcare and dental care in America.

This edition of Momspreading on the second anniversary of COVID quarantine.

​This week in one good thing. . .
I went out to brunch! With my best friends and their kids and my kid and we all ate delicious brunch foods and the weather was gorgeous so we sat outside! 

​This week in a quote. . .
"Two years later, grief has become the air itself. We are simultaneously grieving the former sturdiness of friendships, old relationships to government, and the familiar rules that governed the world."Elamin Abdelmahmoud

​This week in a quote. . .
I will be off next week, but there is a very special guest writer who will be covering. See you in two weeks!

​This week in artsy stuff and photo things. . .
Behind the cover design of the Franzen rereleases. 

Relevant to my life: illustrating the coronavirus.

These Shabazz photos from the 80's. 

​This week on the internet. . .
This piece about egg freezing 

I am so sad about this BSC news

Short king spring really made me chuckle. 

Laugh sob on all of this. RTO is really something. 

Such a sucker for the "how X gets made" video genre. I love this one about pencils, but nothing will ever beat my all time fave - crayons. 

This interview with Brandon Taylor. 

The bar is below the ground, but still Gab Union and Dwayne Wade are great examples of how to be supportive parents. 

I should add some sci-fi to my TBR

me, throwing my computer across the room
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