This Newsletter Does Not Believe In New Year Resolutions, Only Improvement Out Of Spite And Howling At The Moon.
Darlings! “Happy” 2022, I hope the end of the year was kind to you, full of rest and cheer and carbs. I know many of us had holiday plans blown up by that omicron nonsense, so to those who spent the time in an unanticipated way, I feel you, am sending love, and hope that your days at least involved a previously mentioned pillow fort.
Sooooooo it was -32 degrees Celsius in Canada, which meant it was cold enough to do this:
And while I avoided going outside as much as I could, the furry dictator LOVED the snow, so thank god for the Parents and Brother of the Missive who would kindly take her on walks while my California-softened self wrapped herself in layers and watched Criminal Minds.
Quick one today, I have calls starting at 8!
TO THE INTERNET
Wait, on top of [gestures at the world], we now have to rebrand ourselves every year? Nah, this year, I’m doubling down on “lovably loud enthusiast of carbs”, thank you very much! The exhausting concept of the “2022 rebrand” (Vox)
Hmmmm, I think there’s a GIF for this: Pabst Says X-Rated Tweets Came From Employee With 'Poor Judgement' (AdAge)
Mum of the Missive would like everyone to know that something’s afoot in Venice! #sorrynotsorry Venice Gets a Grip on a Star Architect’s Slippery Bridge (NYT)
Louder, for the folks in the back: The Pandemic Shows Why We Need Universal Health Care (The Nation)
And finally, tweet of the Elizabeth Holmes trial goes to… Vulture!
Stay safe, stay warm, drink some water, be kind to yourself, mmmkay?
xoxo Amy