Three Things: Weird, Wild Stuff
In a conversation with a friend this week, we commiserated about a recurring dream we both have. You probably have it too. It’s the one where you’re in your last semester of college and realize there’s been one class you forgot about and never showed up for. There are multiple examples of this of course, dreams that many humans have in common—walking your high school hallways in your underwear, falling from a great height, graphic experiences with Leonardo DiCaprio. (Or is that just me?)
Anyway, I got to thinking after our conversation and realized how bizarre it is that this happens *and* that none of us really question it. That two different people - much less thousands - with entirely distinct life experiences, environments, personality traits, and chromosomes can have such remarkably similar visions while they’re sleeping—man, that’s heady. It’s enough to make you believe in witchcraft. The universe is a strange, wonderful, terrible place. Here’s further proof.
🎥 Introducing, Selma Blair (Max)
Regular readers might remember that I read her memoir Mean Baby earlier this year and really enjoyed it. She’s funny and sharp and engaging. This documentary is not enjoyable, per se, but it is one of the rawest pictures of a celebrity you’ll ever see. It’s a brutally honest chronicle of her struggles with multiple sclerosis that will make you root like hell for her, while shaking your head in astonishment at the cruelty your own body can inflict on you.
📖 Fairy Tale
I’ve said it 1,000 times and I’ll make it one more: Stephen King is a master storyteller. He has plenty of misses but when he’s in his groove, you are transported into magic. Fairy Tale was his pandemic book—a fact you don’t find out until the acknowledgements at the end and that knowledge somehow makes the whole experience even better. This is a literal fairy tale, full of giants and monsters, and it is fantastic. It’s long - 600 pages - but he reads quick and you won’t want it to end.
📺 How to with John Wilson (Max)
You know that one friend you have that starts a story at Point A and ends up 20 minutes later on Ice Planet Hoth in the 4th dimension? (Or is that just me?) John Wilson is that friend. The only way I can think to describe this show is that you think you’re going to watch a nice 20 minutes on bird watching in Manhattan but end up at a vacuum cleaner fan club in Scranton, Pennsylvania. I know none of this sounds remotely interesting but trust me, you will walk away grinning.
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