My 2023 Grammy Wishlist

My 2023 Grammy Wishlist

Three years ago I came to this blog to fret about the Grammys. It was late January in 2020 and I did not know that there would soon be more pressing matters than puzzling performance choices to worry about. By March 14th 2021, the date of the next Grammy Awards Ceremony, we had spent a full year wandering through the murky anxious haze of a global pandemic, and the partial solution of vaccines were only in their infant stages of being rolled out. But in a plot twist that seemed even less likely to my pre-pandemic self than an entire NBA playoffs taking place inside a Walt Disney World bubble— the Grammys had somehow fixed themselves?

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What Do We Even Want From The Oscars?

What Do We Even Want From The Oscars?

You’d be forgiven for not noticing, but the 93rd Academy Awards ceremony took place a little more than a week ago. It was an event intended to honor a handful of beautiful films and moving performances; an event that had plenty of obstacles working against it; and an event that ultimately fell day-old-champagne kinds of flat. I’ve spent too much of my time this past week wondering why, and my thoughts on the subject will most likely come across as a bit unwieldy. Somewhat circuitous. Contradictory, disjointed, incoherent, even. And I would apologize for all of that, if it wasn’t such a fitting tribute to the 2021 Oscars themselves.

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The GOAT Farm: 2021 Tv & Movie Inductees

The GOAT Farm: 2021 Tv & Movie Inductees

Quick recap of what’s going on here: there is this thing called The GOAT Farm. If it confuses you to learn that it has nothing to do with actual farms or literal goats, but rather the abstract concept of greatness, I invite you to read this more thorough introduction to the concept. Basically it is an excessively cute way of referring to a list of all of my favorite books and music and movies and television– the art that is, to me, among the Greatest Of All Time.

Because imaginary thought exercises demand imaginary rules, I have implemented a five year “waiting period” between my first experience of a potential GOAT and its official designation. (Though this can occasionally be waived, as was the case for The Goldfinch, a book which immediately became as essential to me as oxygen as soon as I read it.) This is why the 2021 TV & Movie Inductees all hail from 2016, which somehow seems at once a lifetime and a day ago. So much has changed in the time since then, both in the broader, societal, cataclysmic sense as well as smaller, quieter shifts in my personal worldview, but my fondness and enthusiasm for the titles listed here have happily stayed the same. This is of course the entire point of distinguishing the GOATs from the Goods, or from the Merely Okays– not to remember what you loved for one fleeting moment, but to recognize that which endures for All Time.

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the secret of santa, the magic of my mom

the secret of santa, the magic of my mom

As a child, my belief in Santa Claus was unshakeable. No matter what creeping doubts I might have heard expressed by my friends and classmates, or what cruel taunts may have been shouted by the bigger kids as they streaked down our primary hallways, my certainty regarding the man in the red suit never wavered. I credit this to a combination of three things:

  1. The bemused skepticism I felt for most of my fellow elementary students back then, like a penguin who had accidentally ended up among a flock of flamingoes. We had so little in common in terms of activities and interests and disposition that it seemed only natural those differences would extend to our metaphysical beliefs.
  2. The tandem release of The Santa Clause and the Miracle on 34th Street remake, both of which made pretty sound and convincing arguments in defense of the big guy’s existence.
  3. My mom.
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The Most Basketball Place On Earth

The Most Basketball Place On Earth

You never like to preface your work with a disclaimer that it’s dumb and unimportant, but sometimes the surrounding context and cultural conversation gives you no choice. This piece, in which I’ve gone to great lengths to examine each NBA team and find its analogue in the Disney library, was a bit ridiculous when I first set out to write it. After the momentous real life events of the past week, it feels laughably absurd. 

When the Milwaukee Bucks decided to forfeit Game 5 of their first round series against Orlando in response to the police shooting of Jacob Blake in Kenosha, Wisconsin, they could not have known how far the echoes of their protest would ring. The other four teams scheduled to play that day quickly opted out of their games as well, as did teams playing for the WNBA, MLS, MLB, and even tennis player Naomi Osaka. The NHL, as usual, arrived a day late and a dollop of sincerity short.  But the message was clear. Athletes were unwilling to be a source of distraction while the Black community continued to face an emergency that showed no sign of getting better.  

For a few hours it seemed like “The Bubble” really had burst, and the season might once again be over. Then the players made the collective, if reportedly contentious, decision to return to play. They were able to earn a few more action-oriented concessions from the league and the team owners, but the real goal was always to bring awareness to the systemic, international issue of racism. To keep the volume turned up on a conversation that only finally became mainstream this past June. 

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The 8 Best Pop Culture Moments of 2020 (A Midterm Report Card)

The 8 Best Pop Culture Moments of 2020 (A Midterm Report Card)

I’ve never complained about writer’s block in my life. I haven’t always loved the jumbled rhythm of words that sometimes result from halfheartedly stabbing at my keyboard, but the point is that the words have nevertheless consistently come out. Like a scratch card game where everyone’s a winner, even if sometimes “winning” just means one or two dollars. 

Since embarking on my journey as a blogger, however, I have discovered that I am prone to severe cases of poster’s block. The words might be there, but the necessary assurance that they’re worth reading is often not; particularly in this upside down year, with all its chaos and scrapped plans and upheaval. Words sometimes don’t seem to be enough. 

To that end, I’ve found myself more on the receiving end of content these days, which has meant a lot of listening, and a lot of watching. Towards the end of last year, I naively wrote about pop culture being our last unifying force, and the important bonds we could forge from these shared experiences. I think we can all agree that 2020 has given us a greater number of experiences to share than anybody ever wanted– particularly since they’ve tended to involve more video conference calls and anxiety attacks than blockbuster movie premieres. Still, in the absence of plenty of life’s other trappings, this year pop culture has taken on an outsized role in how we have connected with each other, and I believe many of these pop culture moments will be what stand out, decades from now, when we can finally bring ourselves to reflect upon 2020. I thought maybe that made them worth writing about, worth reading about, worth remembering. 

{A couple of caveats: though I titled this piece “The Best Pop Culture Moments of 2020”, I have made zero attempts to be thorough or objective in my choices. In fact, some of this year’s most memeable content– Tiger King, for instance, or Animal Crossing– are items I haven’t gotten around to quite yet. So you may find the experience of perusing this list to be akin to being shown around Rome by a tour guide who neglects to take you to the Colosseum or The Vatican. 

Or, considering we’re dealing with 2020, a tour guide fashioned after the Charlize Theron character in Mad Max: Fury Road, if instead of ferrying women to safety she chose to use her war rig for sightseeing. “Look at this desert wasteland!” I cry, rapturously pointing out sandstorms and salt flats while ignoring the din of war drums growing louder. “Isn’t the apocalypse grand?”}     

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Destination By Imagination: 7 Books That Take You Somewhere Else

Destination By Imagination: 7 Books That Take You Somewhere Else

“The world is a book and those who don’t travel read only one page.”

So says St. Augustine, prolific writer, philosopher and one time Bob Dylan muse, and so echo countless travel bloggers with aesthetically pleasing Instagram grids. Unfortunately, global circumstances being what they are– with borders closed, planes grounded, cruise ships stranded indefinitely– it is not exactly the most relevant attitude to take right now.

So, I propose an alternative thesis: “Books are the world, and those who don’t read stay only in one place.”    

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Pantry Ingredient Bath Recipes, Because You’ve Got Time To Kill & A Tub To Fill

Pantry Ingredient Bath Recipes, Because You’ve Got Time To Kill & A Tub To Fill

In his 2018 Netflix special Kid Gorgeous, my favorite comedian John Mulaney does a bit on “the old days” that feels oddly prescient: 

“They used to do weird, slow, leisurely activities in the old days ‘cause they didn’t have enough to do, so they had to fill the day. Back then you woke up and you were like ‘oh god, it’s the old days, I’ve gotta wear all those layers, we gotta think of some weird slow activities to fill the time’– and they did.

Extreme Kristen Bell as Eleanor Shellstrop realization voice: this is the old days. 

Somehow, in a strange confluence of pandemic-related events, we find ourselves here in 2020 with days full of hours that need filling, and the weirder or slower the activity, the better. People are baking with such a fervor that grocery stores everywhere have been depleted of flour and yeast. Jigsaw puzzles have become a popular activity for not-so-wild Saturday nights. On my Instagram feed this morning alone, I saw evidence of completed embroidery projects, a burgeoning tomato garden, a work-in-progress sourdough starter, and the talisman of our times, yet another loaf of banana bread being pulled out from yet another oven.

Since we are all collectively turning to the most leisurely paced ways to pass our time, I believe it’s only a matter of time before another deliberate and old-fashioned habit comes newly back in vogue– baths

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“Let’s Stay In”-gredients: Everything You Need For A Solid Night At Home

“Let’s Stay In”-gredients: Everything You Need For A Solid Night At Home

To put it mildly, 2020 has had some twists. Toilet paper and hand sanitizer have assumed places of reverence in our supply closets and in our hearts. Crossing the street to avoid your neighbors when out for a walk is now considered to be the height of politeness. When our friends and family go to the grocery store we wish them luck like we’re Colin Firth at the beginning of 1917, sending soldiers off on a perilous, uncertain mission. We take our yoga classes on Zoom.

Another strange thing, in an upended world order comprised entirely of strange things: the weekends now belong to introverts.

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The Art That Changed My Life: On The Goldfinch, grief & my grandfather

The Art That Changed My Life: On The Goldfinch, grief & my grandfather

Before and after. Everything is before and after. And the middle is The Goldfinch. 

I started reading Donna Tartt’s The Goldfinch the night before my grandfather suffered a major fall that put him in the hospital. I finished it two and a half weeks later, on the morning of his funeral. 

Each of the days in between felt slow, suffocating in their sad sameness. I remember them now as a blur of anxious interactions with doctors and nurses, brief bursts of futile optimism and long hours of reading by his hospital bedside. I remember a numbness so deep I suspected it might be permanent. To feel anything at all during that time took intentional prodding. I listened to music too loud. I took showers too hot. And I read The Goldfinch

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