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By the time you're reading this, I'll be on my way back from Brimfield (an outdoor antique flea market) hopefully with a car full of lamps and plant stands. Someone on Instagram called it "Coachella for people over 29 who live in NYC and own
The rain has been merciless this week, forcing me to take long, wet walks around the neighborhood followed by nightly baths. I love this time of year when everything is newly green and it feels like something good might possibly happen. My allergies are so bad that every waking moment
Do long newsletters feel like homework? Samantha Irby has me worried, so I'm going to try throwing a few short ones into the mix. I can't waste prime "taking my cat outside on a leash" weather with too much yapping, so onto the recommendations!
Another bullshit week in suck city. But you know what... the sun is shining, it's warm enough to sit outside with "Notes to John," and the universe has blessed us with a new Palladino show. There are still bright spots even when it's awful.
Approximately 10,000 horrible things happened this week, so I asked some friends to send me pictures of their pets as a palate cleanser:
Leia uses buttons to communicate and once kicked guests out of her house by repeatedly pressing the "all done" button until they vamoosed. Mouse
"Sending emails two Fridays in a row? Is she on a new brain drug?" No, I'm simply using my leisure time wisely to avoid crushing ennui and spiritual vacancy. Whether or not it's working is up for debate, but it's been fun
Picture it: you're at my house for Friday night dinner. I've guzzled 1 dirty martini and now we're sitting down to glazed woodcock with a side of truffled goose head. Because I'm just as smart and worldly as the Kennedys, I'
Greetings from hell!
My old therapist once told me that I probably have a bleakly accurate outlook on the world, but that being right does nothing to improve my life. I'm trying to remind myself of that as America crumbles under the weight of its collective stupidity. Since
Quick summary:
This episode zips through an entire year, beginning with Elena's return home from Ischia (1959) and ending the following summer (1960). Back in the neighborhood, she's surprised to learn that Lila has been cozying up to Stefano, the grocer who threatened to rip out
Quick summary:
Elena enjoys a few blissful weeks in Ischia before the Sarratore family arrives at Nella's (Nunzia Schiano) and fucks up the vibe. At first, Nino is missing and Marisa (Miriam D'Angelo) reveals that he plans the summer so that he and his father, Donato,
Quick summary:
Marcello emerges as the frontrunner in the bid for Lila's affections. When charming her doesn't work, he ingratiates himself with Rino, who just last episode called the Solara brothers, "worthless pieces of shit." As Lila suspects, Rino is willing to do anything
