Celeste Roberge’s sculpture “The Weight of Grief” #art
On the table of our local sports bar, perfect for the Knicks fans craving a bottle of Sancerre
I keep thinking about Brunson’s interview with Salters after game 1. He spoke like a man whose team had *lost*. “It wasn’t really our night, wasn’t really my night for most of the night … there a lot of things we could do better.”
THAT is why they won. We got the whole explanation right there.
This is how far gone I am when it comes to The Pitt: I had a dream last night that when I came to work (at some generic magazine office) Dr. Santos was there and told me she hated my sweater so I went home and immediately changed
Damn, Barney Frank. It's in no small part that thanks to him, some kids of my son's generation (by no means all, alas, but still, some) have no clue what the closet *even is*.
Yahia Lababidi
Barney Frank wasn’t just the funniest and most intellectually formidable member of Congress in his day; he was also the most exacting of the press, never hesitating to say (including to yours truly), "That is THE dumbest question I've ever heard" if we came unprepared or asked something vague.
Wtf
Pretty much.
Two thoughts came immediately to mind after reading this:
1. Oh my God, this is appalling, are we irremediably broken?
And
2. Jesus is @jodikantor.bsky.social a badass.
www.nytimes.com/2026/04/18/u...
