I spent the morning visiting my dad and I’ll spend the next few days looking up the history, ideas, writers and concepts that habitually colour his communication. One thing about talking to my pop, I always leave a little smarter.

If you’re feeling kinda numb, walk around your city playing ‘Mr. Sandman’ by The Chordettes. It’ll cheer you up or make you feel thoroughly insane. Either way, you’ll feel something…which will make for a nice change.

Barista noting the sweat on my brow: B: Hey, how was your run? Me: Good. B: So why are you sweating? Me: Oh, that's just my body crying. B: Does it cry a lot? Me: Sometimes. B: Coffee’s dehydrating. Me: So is this conversation.

Off to an intimate gallery opening full of artists whose work I’ve just reviewed or haven’t gotten around to seeing just yet. Living dangerously.

My dad throwing the word ‘malcontents’ into casual conversation. I gotta add that one to my regular writing lexicon for a little razzle dazzle.

An unhoused man I walk past often either yells “B*tch!” or smiles at me sheepishly. I’m starting to use him as a barometer for how the day’s gonna go, kinda like Punxsutawney Phil in ‘Groundhog Day’.

― Fyodor Dostoevsky, The Brothers Karamazov

The day the music died... RIP Ras Sheehama

Is anyone else doing that thing where you just like cling to your sanity?

At a Columbia Journalism School panel on press freedom in Gaza, moderator Azmat Khan revealed CNN editors barred one of their reporters from joining the Gaza-bound Global Sumud Flotilla. Drop Site’s @SharifKouddous explained the risks and reasoning behind sending our editor Alex

this is what intimacy is about to me, the literal phenomenon of remembering ppl in ways they’ve forgotten themselves

Last night to see this in Berlin. ✨✨✨

My friend’s mother is dying. We text about it. Over it, under it, not ready to think beyond it. There’s nothing to say but we keep texting. Waiting.

CULTURAL TOURISM … During a recent familiarisation trip hosted by the Indonesian embassy in Windhoek, reporters travelled to Borobudur, the largest Buddhist temple in the world. Mura Aristina was their guide and shed light on the ancient United Nations Educational, Scientific

Central Park today btw

it’s because of Rob Reiner and his wife falling in love that we have a happy ending to one of the most infamous romcoms of all time.. Insanely sad tonight.

Rest in Peace, to the legendary director Rob Reiner.

I don’t even want a new year this year. I’ll take a lightly used 2006 if it’s available.

Are you really “stressed out,” or just having a human reaction to constant tragedy, corruption, and grief you have no real power to stop?