Happy Friday, friends. I send this update to you from Massachusetts suburbs from where we’re finishing up the work week and seeing my parents before departing for Vermont, with A’s family tomorrow morning. Yesterday was a travel and work day. Emphasis on both because thanks to wireless being nearly everywhere, I can be productive and not lose too much time. Today is also a work day, but tomorrow vacation begins. What this means for me, however, is that I can scale back with some work but not with other. A project I’m starting has a deadline of February 1. If you quickly do some of that back-of-the-envelope math, you’ll quickly realize that this is less than six months from today. This means few breaks and focused, dedicated work time. It will be nice, however, to unplug and relax surrounded by bucolic countryside. I anticipate reading more than usual and being as unplugged as I possibly can. Which means I’ll be skipping Friday links next week, most likely, and instead using that time to go sit in a meadow somewhere and just breathe the air in. I hope you understand. And I hope you’re all doing something lazy in the month of August – it’s only right.
How exercise changes fat and muscle cells. Fascinating.
Clooney takes on Loeb, and rather well, I think. Smart guy, this George Clooney. Spot on.
Wow, and now for an email that will leave your jaw wide agape. This might be why the world of high finance is not enjoying its best PR moment. Banker bro trying to start a hedge fund with his trust fund money and recruiting his frat brothers (with hot slampieces). I had to google what that one means.
Differences on abortion rights/services across Europe and beyond, and how they differ with those of the US. An excellent piece by the always-fantastic Emily Matchar.
How a glob of fat the size of a school bus got stuck in London’t sewers. I kid you not, people. It reads like sci-fi.
Sarah, of one of my favorite blogs, This Yellow House, discusses the foibles of locavorism. As usual, Sarah is eloquent and has gorgeous prose. Also, I wish we were neighbors.
A woman writes her own obituary, “I was given the gift of life, and now I have to give it back.” Beautiful and heartbreaking. This line is, perhaps, most astounding, “And may you always remember that obstacles in the path are not obstacles, they ARE the path.”
The pleasures of reading recipes. Somewhat unrelated, but somewhat related, I recently was reading a recipe written by Sam Sifton (years ago) adapting a Marc Murphy pork chop recipe, and this, by far, was my favorite recipe sentence I’ve seen in awhile. “Drop the pork chops into the brine and add enough additional apple cider so that the chops lurk in the liquid like frogs in a pond.”
An open letter to David Cameron (by Stephen Fry). Yes. And yes.
Dolphins have long memories. Make sure you don’t insult one; they remember it for 20+ years.