1. this chair.
{and fixing it.}
2. this stack.
{and offering it.}
3. this bubbly water.
{and our first delivery of a brooklyn delicacy.}
4. these hearts.
{and stringing them up.}
5. this charger repair.
{and a cable no longer coming apart at the seams.}
other things:
it’s not a prescription, but an offering.
maybe, years from now, she will wonder what happened to these irreplaceable days.
sophisticated or not, i’d jump right in.
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I’m not much of a drinker, but in covid times I’ve been strangely longing for a dive bar. That link really made my afternoon. Thanks 🙂
I have Sugrued my Macbook cable in exactly the same way (that is, the replacement 2nd hand one I had to buy after my electrical tape repair of the first one eventually failed). Such a design fault! And also such a satisfying solution.
That New Yorker essay is the best I’ve read on the city in a long while. Full of depth and beauty.
Apologies if you’ve read it or mentioned it, but there’s a great long article in the New York Times Magazine about Silvia Federici and her theories about unpaid labor largely done by women. As a SAHM, it really resonated with me and reminded me of the ideas you share.
Yes; interested in her work!
Street ambience from imissmybar while reading the NewYorker essay. Truly, a highlight of this snowy pandemic Sunday.
Oh my goodness, I Miss My Bar made me surprisingly happy (and otherwise emotional) as I listened to it. And I scarcely go to bars in normal times!
I would love instructions on how you fixed—replaced webbing—on your chair. Looks great!
Will do! Giving it a bit to see how it wears!
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