Quick memoranda from the executive editor.
We’re only ten days in to Shit Getting Real, but I think I can safely wonder if we’ve already reached total saturation on COVID-19 thinkpieces? Here’s a serious one. Here’s a funny one. Here’s a literary one a good friend just sent me.
(May I remind you that we’re going to be in this for the long haul, so if a tight five thousand word analysis on the ongoing end of days is your jam, I recommend pacing your intake.)
Marc Maron elegantly summed up what it’s like to be a recovering hypochondriac/person with an anxiety disorder in these weird-ass times.
The Read is still podcasting, God bless them and keep them healthy.
Who hasn’t watched Tiger King? Maybe I’ll write about it. (EDITOR’S NOTE: I did.)
Sometimes it’s very soothing to just put some Purity Ring on loop and lay on the floor and close my eyes and take a mental journey through the astral plane, a la First Reformed but sans Drano finale.
Via The Morning News, a wonderful exploration of a major woo staple: Tibetan singing bowls, which aren’t so Tibetan after all. (As a shitty Buddhist and lazy yogi myself, I rubbed my hands together with glee for this one.)
Via Lifehacker, great news—your meat thermometer will work in a pinch, and hey, guess what’s not sold out on Amazon?