You have to excuse the shitty sound. But such a lovely conversation between Tina Fey and Steve Martin.
a storify from charles.
Today, we talk about new nipples.
I really love how it’s in a strip mall, it seems very straightforward and unassuming.
There’s a word in Hebrew—malkosh—that means “last rain.” It’s a word that only means something in places like Israel, where there’s a clear distinction between winter and the long, dry stretch of summer. It’s a word, too, that can only be applied in retrospect. When it’s raining, you have no way of knowing that the falling drops would be the last ones of the year. But then time goes by, the clouds clear, and you realize that that rain shower was the one. Having a mother—being mothered—is similar, in a way. It’s a term that I only fully grasp now, with the thirst of hindsight: who she was, who I was for her, what she has equipped me with.
Like a last rain, my mother left behind an earthy scent that lingered long after she was gone. Like a last rain, for a fleeting moment, everything she touched seemed to glow.
Creative Fashionary sketches by Grace Ciao
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We didn’t give women the right to vote (in the U.S.) until 1920. …That means American Democracy is 94 years old. There are three people in my building older than American democracy. Women have had a rough time. It was so okay to beat your wife until so recently, that today we have a kind of shirt named after it. There’s a piece of clothing in our culture affectionately nicknamed after beating the crap out of your wife, and for some reason this is offensive to nobody.
When screaming isn’t possible, there’s buke and gass.
Today is world cancer day
Will Ferrell does an iAmA
And I am trying to finish reading a lorrie moore story about a baby with cancer
And I can’t help thinking —- the children, it’s always about the children.
Is the poem I won’t write.
The heat inside the human body
grows, it does not know where to throw itself—for a while it knots
into will, heavy, burning, sweet, then into generosity, that longs
to take on the burdens of others, and then into mad love.
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