Good morning and hello! If you find yourself living in a city-type place, or maybe just a crowded suburbanish condo, and you really miss the country, I have a very handy tip for you. Buy a bag of potting soil for your new houseplants — the ones you adopted after the holidays in order to give your life a sense of purpose and dignity — and, after using about 1/4 of it to pot those plants, close your bag of dirt using a rubber band. Next, store the bag of dirt in a closet or cabinet that you open semi-frequently. Now every time you find yourself in need of one of the other things that also reside in that closet or cabinet, you’ll be met with the unmistakable and very pleasing smell of fresh dirt, and for that brief flash of time, you’ll feel the most home. I don’t know how long your dirt bag will stay fragrant, but ‘at least three weeks, so far’ feels like a good bet.
+ My Year Without Makeup by Meredith Talusan.
As a trans woman, my relationship to makeup — and accompanying cisnormative beauty ideals — has been particularly fraught. My 2015 resolution was to stop wearing it entirely. Here’s how things turned out.
+ An interview with Ariell Johnson, owner of Amalgam Comics & Coffeehouse, a Philadelphia comic book store focused on diversity and other cool shit.
+ 11 year-old Marley Dias, tired of reading books about boys and dogs, launches #1000BlackGirlBooks book drive, is hero.
+ Sex Workers and Other Women in the Arts by Violet McLean.
Saw This, Thought of You
+ Why Are There So Few Black Children in Gifted Programs? by Alia Wong.
+ The Law of Peanut Butter and Jelly: Why some flavors work well together. This just made me miss PB & J Otter. :noodle dance:
+ Would you like to engage with this list of Neko Atsume cats as ranked by a person on the internet? You can do that.
+ I loved this excerpt so much, I typed it out and printed it on a little card and hope to read it at least once per day for the next several days: The Best Jobs of 2016, Explained in the Style of Richard Scarry by Dayna Evans.
No. 11 Analytics Manager
“My analytics! My analytics! Is there not one brave soul who is willing to manage my analytics?” Mister Loopy screamed aloud at the greengrocer. Around the bend in the grain aisle, Shelly the Sheep shouted, “Me! I can help!” She was an analytics manager.
+ Here’s a free (for a limited time) MP3 of Bruce Springsteen’s January 19 show in Chicago because he’s a cool, nice guy.
+ Ok, listen, this is serious: The Dark Underside of the Show-Dog World.