The final debate is tonight, so get your drink in your paws and grit your teeth as we give a man’s ignorance the same attention and importance as a woman’s experience.
Until then, you may like this: Canada is tweeting nice things about America, just to cheer us up as we careen into November.
“The Garden, a Canadian creative agency that launched the campaign, said it was hoping to cheer up the U.S. during a particularly tough―and sometimes discouraging―election season… ‘As their closest friends and neighbors, we thought it was important for us to do something to cut through the negativity and help remind them that no matter how bad things might seem, there are a lot of reasons to believe that America is still pretty great,’ the agency said.”
Well done, Canada. Gosh, you guys are just so nice.
I haven’t looked at novelty cotton prints in years and got sucked in last night. Did you know there are allover scenic prints of just about any animal or natural element you can think of?
The prints are on quilting cotton, so not the best for a real garment, but think of the possibilities–seals in your pocket lining! Pheasant facings!
I don’t know why I’m so delighted by fabric that looks like hunting lodge wallpaper or airbrush van art, but I am.
1. Bob Dylan won the Nobel Prize in Literature yesterday and that delights me. I am also delighted by the goofiest joke ever the literary scholar on the prize committee made:
Sara Danius, a literary scholar and the permanent secretary of the 18-member academy, which called Mr. Dylan “a great poet in the English-speaking tradition” and compared him to Homer and Sappho, whose work was delivered orally. Asked if the decision to award the prize to a musician signaled a broadening in the definition of literature, Ms. Danius responded, “The times they are a-changing, perhaps.”
2. The best ad of the election? Possibly. Ladies, get your vote on!
I’m a little behind in my Writer’s Almanac poems but this was up this week and is as timely as the title:
Now constantly there is the sound,
quieter than rain,
of the leaves falling.
Under their loosening bright
gold, the sycamore limbs
Now the only flowers
are beeweed and aster, spray
of their white and lavender
over the brown leaves.
The calling of a crow sounds
Loud — landmark — now
that the life of summer falls
silent, and the nights grow.
For a takedown of why we’re not reacting to the language, but to the sexual assault described by the leaked tapes, watch Trevor Noah.
For an examination of Trump’s really terrifying promise to jail his political opponent if he wins, watch Ezra Klein.
Early voting started this week in many states. Under four weeks to go–stay strong, everyone.
But what color? I have a gift card to the yarn store so can afford the recommended yarn, Brooklyn Tweed Shelter. I’m thinking a neutral? But that dark gold is calling to me, too.
One ticket to Poncho Town, coming up!