spend less on candles

The reason why When Harry Met Sally remains the ultimate romcom is that the romantic fantasies for 30somethings are

1. you meet someone through mutual friends who read your writing

2. someone you already know has an epiphany that they love you

No further dating required.

As I do every year on 4/20, I will be following the Jeopardy! interview segment tonight by saying “Dream blunt rotation. Now let’s get back into the Jeopardy! round.”

how is this literally happening in real life

Bus stops all over San Francisco have an ad for some AI company that says "San Francisco has lost a lot of its soul"

And it's honestly the most "hot-dog-suit guy meme" energy ever

See a free staged reading of my Victor Hugo translation “When You’re the King, They Let You Do It” at 2 PM today at SF’s Main Library sfpl.org/events/2026/...

…which happens to be my favorite song from her album that dropped 2 years ago today (maybe because it also reminded me of one of my plays) bsky.app/profile/mari...

An early 19th century charcoal portrait of a boy of about 13 with fine, light blonde hair in a side-parted bob, who bears a remarkable resemblance to the young Taylor Swift

One of my favorite fun facts to share with people is that this isn’t Teenage Taylor Swift… it’s Teenage Victor Hugo 🤯

So I had to ask myself: if Hugo’s “Le Roi s’Amuse” were a Taylor Swift song, what song would it be?

Well duh, it’s just about the most “But Daddy I Love Him” play ever

Oh shoot, I didn’t see the news about Nathalie soon enough to rewatch DAY FOR NIGHT tonight (which would have been especially appropriate because I’m stressing out about coordinating a big creative project tomorrow)

parody-of-myself behavior: my parents drove down from Portland with a plastic tub of items (housewares, tchotchkes) to pass along to me, with crumpled-up pages of Willamette Week used as padding, and I’m almost more interested in the newspaper than the tchotchkes

“Manticore: imaginary; griffin: extinct”

if we want the vibecession to end perhaps we should be focused primarily on reducing the grinding existential dread of the future that even many objectively comfortable and highly-paid people seem to be feeling nowadays - and yeah, i do think there are practical things one could do to improve this.

this race-bending the new musketeers thing is taking it way too far, next they'll be claiming Dumas was black or something

this looks like a damn zine fair flyer

I do not regret to inform you that we are going to win

Lamb’s Tales from Shakspeare, illustrated by Sir John Gilbert RA Pink cover with gold lettering and decoration of fairy sat in honeysuckle against a full moon

Book Cover of the Day:

I believe that in order to take some small step forward, the word “bird” should be replaced with “saur” in all common names. Mockingsaur. Secretarysaur. Red-winged blacksaur.

HUMMINGSAUR

Sued a man I saw was in Amadeus.

#palindrome

Drama Masks: Of tyrannical kings and dancing kilts - 48 hills SF Ballet's 'La Sylphyde' goads us to run to the woods; NCTC's 'how to make an American son' picks at the myth of meritocracy

"If anything, 'La Sylphide' at @sfballet.bsky.social is a story about giving up a good thing to chase a fantasy. If nothing else, I think we can all agree that more ballets would benefit from dancing men in kilts." #DramaMasks

Absolutely this. “What are you going to do with a degree in medieval studies?” Well, I’m absolutely loving the excommunication parallels.

Art by flaroh illustration; on the left, a couple are walking past the thermopolium wearing their finery. On the right, two children play in the road with their dog while their nursemaid orders them onto the pavement. Behind them, a matrona enters the street from some steps, shielding her eyes from the sun while her attendant holds a parasol. Across the road from the two, a togate man and his two attendants walk towards the thermopolium and are acknowledged by one of the old-timers at the door. Moving further to the background, a donkey cart loaded with amphora approaches the stepping stones. To its left two people chat at the fountain, and a child plays with his doll next to the man. Above, people look out from windows and balconies, gossiping or doing household chores.

My illustration of Life in a Roman Street 🏛️🍷🌿🚶🏻‍♀️

LLM stands for lin lanuel-miranda

Of course he behaved impeccably toward Wagner, his life was a Gesamkunstwerk!

Center for the Art of Translation to Open Literary Space in San Francisco The new headquarters of the nonprofit, which is home to Two Lines Press, will feature event spaces, offices, and a bookstore dedicated exclusively to translated literature. It is slated to open in 202...

"There is an urgent need for places where languages meet, stories cross, & people recognize their connection to one another." With community support, CAT is opening a permanent home for literary translation. Read the news in @publisherswkly.bsky.social.

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Tag yourself, I’m “His poised TEMPERAMENT, Dionysiac & Apollonian”

I remember reading Pride & Prejudice as a kid and finding Jane Bennet's horror at learning that Mr. Wickham is "a gamester!" rather old-fashioned. Turns out Jane Austen got it entirely right.

I’ll happily trade “Millennials are killing cloth napkins / bar soap / drinking milk” discourse for “one specific millennial killed Pope Francis, the Iran peace talks, and Orbán’s political party” discourse

a man with long white hair and a beard wears a brown vest Alt: a man with long white hair and a beard wears a brown vest

If any more awful men wish to file their resignation from Congress, for heaven’s sake, send them in. I’m quite at my leisure.

Increasingly I keep being told by normies that they would “love to go to the symphony someday” and it’s starting to drive me crazy because if you want to go, you can just go! It’s not a once-in-a-lifetime thing! It’s not expensive! You don’t have to know anything! Just buy a ticket and go!

Also, is this specific instance of celebrity-producer opportunism just another chess move in the ongoing feud between Kim Kardashian and Taylor Swift… because the play is called “The Fear of 13” and Swift, famously, loves the number 13?