Yes. The weekend again! One I can enjoy in full, assuming the plumber restores water to my abode. I have a long hike planned, and a peek into a Trisha Brown performance on Sunday. To satisfy both the bucolic and the city girls who reside in me. My week was punctuated by a few chuckles here and there and some mindless tv enjoyed in my pjs (having a proper excuse for not washing). I am passing it all along.
One. If, like me, you have a penchant for cringe-inducing British tv, Crashing might be the show for you. A group of twenty-somethings become custodians for a disused London hospital in exchange for a nominal rent. Hilarity and chaos ensues, sometimes of the kind you are surprised it ever made it on tv. Written by Phoebe Waller-Bridge, who also stars, it really took my mind off things. Currently available on Netflix.
Four. I tought the plot of House of Cards was outlandish and improbable (albeit captivating). It turns out our political reality is actually worse. Facts, combined with humour might, just might, see us through.
Five. If you are a writer, or an artist, you should read this wonderful piece by George Saunders (who, with Lincoln in the Bardo, has the best reviewed and most talked about book in America right now) on creativity and revision (via Austin Kleon).