Compliments of The New York Times.
They’re all great, like this one from Dylan Rhys Jubett-Bauer, age 8.
“If Joe called me, I’d be like, How did you get my phone number? Then I would say, save half of the money for later on. But then spend money on gardens and on a place for homeless people to live.”
The setting: Jeff Bezos’s and MacKenzie Scott’s Medina, WA kitchen. After working together to make Kraft macaroni and cheese with hot dogs, they serve themselves, grab two cans of Mountain Dew, and sit down at their formica dinner table. It’s one of their last dinners together as a married couple. A few days following this meal, they decide to pull the plug on their marriage.
Jeff: Mac and cheese with dogs never gets old. [laughs uncontrollably]
MacKenzie: No, it doesn’t. [inner voice. . . but your laugh has sure started to]
Jeff: What did you do today?
MacKenzie: I spent most of it journaling. Which helped me realize I don’t want to help you turn Amazon into the world’s retail store anymore. I think $182 billion is enough money. I want to make the world a better place through writing and giving my share of our money away.
[All the while, Jeff texts Lauren Sanchez under the table.]
MacKenzie: [Softly, sadly, and with a deep sense of resignation.] Did you hear me?
Jeff: Yes, you said you want to help me make Amazon into the world’s retail store.
[MacKenzie stares at Jeff in silence]
Jeff: [Head in his lap.] Can you pass the applesauce?
Alternative title, “The Truth is Stranger Than Fiction”.
Unless you’re a MAGA True Believer, it’s impossible to read this Politico piece, “‘Every Day Was Like a “Veep” Episode’: The Veepiest Moments of the Trump Era” without at least smiling if not laughing out loud.
Nice framing:
“When House of Cards debuted on Netflix in 2013, Americans were shocked and a little thrilled to imagine that its sharp, murderous plotlines might reflect the real Washington—a sinister place where calculating, ruthlessly effective pols achieved their dreams by shoving reporters in front of Metro cars. But the people who actually work in D.C. were quick to log a correction: The day-to-day experience of politics in the nation’s capital is really much more like HBO’s Veep—a constant near-train wreck of bumbling, improvisation and profanity.
Presidents have generally succeeded in keeping that aspect of the job well-hidden, managing to project an image of executive competence no matter how absurd the backstage dynamics.
And then came Donald Trump.”
The anecdotes are especially funny, if like me, you savored every episode of HBO’s Veep staring Julia Louis-Dreyfus. Who I’ve had a thing for ever since Seinfeld. Please don’t tell the Good Wife.
Pre ‘rona I’d prob be in church right now. Instead, another slow rehab run. This time with the boys—Jack Harlow, Dababy, Tory Lanez, and Lil Wayne.
This is the shit:
“What’s poppin’? (Pooh, you a fool for this one)
Brand new whip just hopped in (just hopped in)
I got options (oh Lord, Jetson made another one)
I could pass that bitch like Stockton (it ain’t nothin’)”
Which, lucky for you, got me thinking, what are the best NBA references in rap lyrics? Here’s one person’s opinion. Apologies for not having explored this previously.
Four plus years ago I made my case for this British series about couples determined to build their own homes in What I’ve Learned From Grand Designs.
Now Natalie Rinn of The New York Times has three reasons she loves Grand Designs. Welcome to the party.
When I recommended it, it was probably hard to find, not any more though thanks to Netflix.
Pressing Pause 