I don’t know about you, but I am becoming a pro at concentrating on what is good, while so much around us is dire. Maybe gathering the strength for something momentous? Maybe. Maybe just trying not to take myself so seriously. Work again this weekend but not too much. Thinking of trying a new Indian restaurant on Sunday. You?
One. If you knew you were dying, would you shop around for a new wife for your husband? You might be one of the over four million people who read this Modern Love essay by writer Amy Krause Rosenthal – if you aren’t, I suggest you do. I cannot think of a better tribute from one human being to another (Amy died ten days after the piece appeared in the NYT).
Three. If it weren’t tinged with more than a bit of truth, it would be even more hilarious. Sometimes I wish I could see the world the way Tracey Ullman does.
Four. I have been resisting a trip to Ikea to scope for a new ottoman because I might – no, I will -leave with a lot more than I bargained for. As usual. Like some of the pieces from the new Jassa Limited Edition Collection.
Five. The Smorgasburg food market, typically found every Sunday on the grounds of the Alameda Food Market in downtown LA, came to the Santa Monica Pier last Saturday. I braved the throngs with the best intentions to try something I have never eaten before. I went with musubi, at Mama Musubi, a take on Japanese omusubi. Super popular in Hawaii, it’s a ball of rice with grilled spam held together by a sheet of Nori. No spam for me: one with salmon and one with eel (both cooked) – they were delicious and the perfect self-contained street food.